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Whisper of Stars	By : tamasama Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 6255 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers or any of the characters. I make no money from the writing or distrobution of this story. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to the lives of any person, living or dead, is purely conincedental.

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CHAPTER TWELVE
Cover up and bandages. The smallest shot that he could take and still feel some effect of immediately chased by three powerful painkillers to mask any stiffness in his movements. Nothing to be done about the eye, but no matter. As Russia hid as many of the cuts and bruises that he could under these things he spoke with a mixture of tenderness and threatening authority.
“I do not want you speaking with anyone outside of the main meeting, da?” America’s head was tilted toward the ceiling as Russia blotted an even coat of the foundation over the bruise that had been left by the collar, “If anyone asks you about me in the meeting I will answer. Bite your tongue, it is for the good of you and your friends.” He pulled away and looked over the job he had done and nodded approvingly at the quality.
He handed him a freshly ironed dress shirt, standing to fetch his own thick jacket. “If you speak to anyone, for any reason, I will not be pleased.” The words flowed from his lips as easily as he pulled his jacket over his shoulders. “Do not force me to punish you tonight, dorogoi*. I will be lenient because I am loving you, but I feel nothing for your friends. I will not be easy on them, and I am of sureness that you do not want them hurting due to your carelessness, da?”
America nodded vigorously as he buttoned his shirt, feeling a little apprehensive to see everyone after so long. He thought of Canada and England, he knew they would try to corner him with about a thousand different questions. How would he go about deflecting them without making Russia mad? The thought of his close family being pulled into his affairs made him shudder out of both fear for himself and their wellbeing. He took his black tie from the arm of the soft chair he had been sitting on and looped it lazily about his neck before he came up behind Russia to pull his aviator jacket from it’s place on the coat rack and pull it on with a little wiggle. Russia turned his head took look down upon him and smile, and just like that all of his worries melted away. Everything was going to be fine, he was sure of it.
Russia reached out and took his hand to lead him from the house and to the hired car that would take them to the meeting. America was thankful that Russia was hosting, since if it were in some other country he would have needed to wake up at some ridiculous time in the morning just to catch their flight. There was nothing he hated more than waking up to see the dancing lights of the fresh sun at dawn. He felt a little sick and would have preferred to just stay in bed the entire day (preferably cuddled up next to Russia) but business was business, so it could not be helped. He wondered what the big topic of conversation would be and if he could even offer up any suggestions without crossing some line with Russia that he was not aware of.
Either way, America was his own man and if he felt the need to speak out he planned to. Just not about Russia, since he was sure that it would earn him a little more than a slap on the wrist. He tipped to the side to let his head rest on the Russian’s shoulder, the leather of the car’s back seat squeaking slightly as he did so. He let his eyes fall shut as he wondered what the rest of the world had been doing in his absence. He was expecting chaos, that was for sure. The chances that the rest of the world could continue to function without their hero were slim to none and he was not sure if he was ready to try and tackle the world’s problems alone. He could do it, of course, but it sounded like an awful lot of work.
By the time the car parked in front of the large conference building America had fallen asleep and grumbled when Russia lightly shook him awake. He blinked his eyes open and looked around to see that the parking lot was almost full. Strange, Russia was almost always the first one to his meetings. When they stepped out of the car the taller man leaned in to whisper into his ear, “We are leaving immediately after the meeting ends.” America nodded, turning his head a little to look up into his violet eyes (only one working eye made peripheral vision a little difficult) and smile disarmingly.
“I assumed.”
When they walked into the conference room everyone was already present and idling their time away. Germany reluctantly took part in a game of tic-tac-toe with Italy, Prussia was partaking in a ‘water drinking race’ with Denmark, England and Canada were seated next to one another chatting in hushed voices, and France was primping himself in a rather beautiful mirror. The others were spread about the room, some sitting while others stood, engaged in various conversations and activities. Russia called out to catch everyone’s attention and requested that they take their seats and prepare for the meeting. He sat at the head of the table and motioned for America to take his place at his side.
“What are the topics of discussion for today?” He asked pleasantly, regarding the countries with a sweep of his gaze.
Germany cleared his throat and stood, tapping his stack of paperwork together on the table before he spoke. “First and foremost, there are a few people here who would wish to know what Mr. Jones has been doing over these past two months. His trade has seemed somewhat constricted lately and we would like to know why.”
“Alfred has been staying at my house while we have been holding negotiations over various topics, such as his exports, tariffs, and immigration policies.” Russia smiled innocently, “it seems that we are beginning to reach an understanding but everything has not been ironed out just yet.”
“And why does he need to stay at your house to negotiate?” England interjected, leaning with his arm on the table to glare at the white-haired man.
“We have many things to discuss, least of all Alfred and my personal negotiations. The next topic if you would, Mr. Ludwig.”
As the meeting carried on England leaned over to whisper in Canada’s ear, “Alfred looks horrid.”
Canada nodded, readjusting Kumajirou in his lap. “Have you heard the rumors?” When England shook his head ‘no’, the quiet Canadian let his eyes run across the large amount of people at the table before speaking again. “Well, according to Francis, who heard it from Feliks, Alfred’s being held hostage at Ivan’s house. Considering he’s my only source I’m not sure how true that is, but his appearance is making me worry.”
The Englishman’s thick brows furrowed at the news. He was having a hard time believing that his former colony would allow himself to be taken in against his will so easily, and there was no way that he would go willingly. He scowled as he tried to work through the new information and see if he could make anything out of it before he sighed harshly. “We’re going to have to talk to him after the meeting.”
Canada watched his brother’s head loll a few times before Russia pinched him on the arm to keep him awake. Alfred jumped and blinked rapidly a few times, looking around. He looked like he was ready to fall over dead at any moment. Canada noticed Russia glaring at him and ducked down a little, trying to hide himself behind Kumajirou’s warm maple-scented fur and dropped his gaze to the table. He started when a rolled up piece of paper bounced off of his head and landed on the table in front of him. He looked forward and saw Cuba sitting at the other end of the wide table, grinning.
He smiled back softly and unfolded the paper.
‘What’s wrong?’
He pulled a pen from his pocket and scribbled a few words before tossing it back.
‘Arthur and I are worried about Alfred.’
‘Talk to him after the meeting.’
‘I want to but Ivan doesn’t look too keen on me even looking at Alfred, so I’m not sure if he’d let us talk to him. He’s kinda’ scary.’
‘Don’t worry about it, I’ll keep him busy for a while after the meeting so you can go talk to your bastard brother.’
‘Thank you, Maximo.’
After the meeting was dismissed Russia stood and helped America up from his seat. As he began to pull him towards the door Cuba called out to him and waved him over, gaining an irritated grumble from the Russian as he released his ward and made his way across the room to the swarthy man. America stood there for a moment before he decided to go use the toilet while he waited. He shuffled down the clean hall, his vision blurring in and out of focus. His skin prickled as a strong chill ran down his spine and he felt a few beads of sweat break out on his forehead. All he wanted to do was go home so that he could get his shot, his stomach was rolling so bad he worried that he would throw up all over the floor before he got to the bathroom.
He winced a little when he heard England’s voice cut through his nauseous haze. “Alfred! Wait a minute, you git, we need to talk to you!” He turned to see England and Canada jogging up to him.
“Hi, Alfred.” Canada muttered, smiling as his arms wrapped tighter around his apparently sleeping pet.
“H-hey guys, what’s up?” America asked, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand and swallowing thickly. His stomach lurched again.
“What do you think you’ve been doing, staying at that guy’s house for so long?” England snapped, resting his hands on his hips in a rather haughty manner. “You don’t even tell anyone you’re leaving, you don’t call. You really need to get your crap together and stop making people worry about you!”
“Well, ya know… I wasn’t really expecting to stay at his house for so long when I first went there…” He muttered, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets and giving a crooked little smile.
“Arthur and I have been worried about you, Alfred… What happened to your eye?” Canada asked quietly.
“Oh, ya know, just this and that.”
England’s face flashed bright red as he crossed his arms over his chest and turned away from America, “I wasn’t worrying about you for your sake, Matthew was bothering me about it is all!” He stood there for a moment until the blush had calmed a bit before he turned to look up at America from the corner of his eye. “Are you okay over there?”
America laughed, waving his hands before himself, “Yeah, yeah, I’m cool. It’s actually pretty nice at Ivan’s house, so ya know… I’ve been good. It’s pretty cold around here, but I’m fine.”
“When are you going home?”
America slapped his quiet brother on the back in good humor, “Not sure yet, but don’t worry about it.”
“Alfred!” Russia’s voice made the US jump a little. He turned and saw him standing by the door of the conference room with a scowl. “We’re leaving.”
He nodded and stared toward him with an unsure smile. As he walked he turned his head toward Canada and England, “I’ll see you guys later!”
“Call me later! I still needed to talk to you!” England called as Russia took America by the wrist and began dragging him toward the door.
Russia was silent the entire ride back to their home, which had America fretting away terribly. He was probably mad. “The meeting went well.” He muttered as the car pulled into their driveway. Russia said nothing and climbed from the car to make his way to the door. The blonde man walked just slightly behind him, fiddling with the hem of his jacket. When they got inside Russia helped him remove his coat and hung it for him before turning to him and taking his left hand.
“I told you not to talk to anyone, da?” He asked, squeezing America’s hand painfully. “You did not listening to me.”
“I didn’t say anything about you! I was gonna go to the bathroom but they stopped me.” The USA yelped through gritted teeth.
Russia smiled softly as his left hand ran up America’s arm to stop just above the elbow and his right moved up to hold his wrist. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on America’s cheek before he spoke. “You know I look out for you?”
“Of course.”
His smile broadened, “I love you, Alfred, but you do not listen.” With a harsh push and sickening snap he broke the American’s arm.

*darling

A/N:

Oh god I’m going to suffer at work today, but my muse was strong and I didn’t want to waste it.

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