His Scarf- RussiaXReader- Pt.5

Days passed, and you tried to distance yourself from Russia as much as possible. However, it was as if he had been implanted into your brain. You could not get rid of the feeling he was always watching you, always there.

It became hard to sleep or eat. One day, you went to class and the girl that sits in front of you turned around. "Hey, are you feeling alright? You look awful."

Russia had turned around and looked at you with confused eyes.

On Thursday, the teacher was gone and the subsitute fell asleep within five minutes of class. You stared at the wall as loud students crowded around Russia, talking cheerily to him and flirting with him. You could feel him look sideways at you every few moments, but you continued to stare at the wall until class is over. You swore, Russia's desk had more tourists than the Great Wall of China.

On Friday, you woke up from a nightmare drenched in sweat, screaming like you where being beaten to death. However, you could not remember the dream and threatened to bludgeon Russia if he got to close.

Russia went to get the people who had the dorm next door, and the nice girl by the name of Kimberly calmed you after awhile. She was a sweet girl, with long black hair and soft almond eyes. Many boys crushed on her, and she had the dream of working as a Secretary for a country when she was older. You too shared that aspiration, but you had no idea what country you wanted to work for.

You neglected to speak to Russia after that, and when he spoke directly to you, you just nodded and answered with a simple yes or no.

Friday night Kimberly stayed with you, and Russia was very quiet all evening, until he finally lay down and faced the wall. You could not tell if he went to sleep, or simply lay there.

Saturday arrived, and you woke up with a tight knot in your chest that you could not explain.

Today was the day that Russia left.

Kimberly smiled at you as you shook her awake. "Kim- Wake up!" You urge, frowning.

Kimberly yawned delicately and moved several strands of black hair from her forehead. "My, is it morning already?"

You nod, and then stand slowly. Russia is still a heap under a single sheet, and this makes you feel slightly more comfortable. At least he isn't watching you…

"Kim, can we go to the lounge? It's a big day." You sigh the words easily, and it surprises you how they slip off of your tongue.

It seems so easy, so simple to think that today will be the day that Russia leaves your high school, and you might not have to ever see him again. Maybe when you're older you will work for a Nation that had no association with Russia at all.

Later that day, you and Kimberly arrived back at your dorm fully showered and clothed and bellies full of donuts from the lounge to find your dorm empty, any trace of Russia gone.
Kimberly frowned at the place. "… He must have left."

You blink, and for some reason a tight knot of guilt rises in your throat. "Oh…"

And with a heavy heart your gaze scraped over the room once more.

Russia was gone.

Oh…


/Five years later/


"Happy freakin' birthday to you! Happy freakin' birthday to you! Happy freakin' birthday to my super awesome Secretaryyy! Happyyyyyy Birthday to you!"

You smile and suck in a huge gulp of air, before blowing out the birthday candles.

Everyone around you clapped, gathered in a circle around your kitchen counter. You had just come back from your office to find America sitting on your kitchen counter, then all the sudden at least five other nations plus your best girl pal jumped out and scared the crap outta you.

America ended his song, and then threw out his arms. "So? How do you like your surprise party?"

"Oh my gosh, I-I-I-"Your smiling so wide, and you're afraid you might even cry a little. "Thank you, all of you!"

After five years, you had indeed achieved your dream of working for a nation, and as soon as you met America on the streets and dropped all of your groceries, which he helped gather, you knew whom you were going to work for. As soon as you had been hired, you and America became steadfast best friends.

America and you went to the movies on a daily basis, ate lunch together, and you where the far best secretary he had ever had.

People speculated that you where indeed a couple, and you knew that you WISHED that where true. However, America was just about the most clueless person ever when it came to noticing you attempts at flattery and such.

You counted everyone who had showed up at your party, and smiled. They were all nations you had met through work, and the ones you got along with at that. Japan, Italy, Germany, Ukraine, Sealand, England, and Austria had attended. Then, at Japan's side, was the ever so lovely Kimberly. She had only gotten prettier over the ears, hair now always shiny and soft and her skin a glowing ivory.

England came up first, smiling pleasantly. However, you knew that the presence of America and Sealand where bothering him. You whisper to him, "Don't worry, I have a scone for you in the oven. Enjoy~"

England's eyes lit up. "Ah, you know me so well. Happy birthday!" Then he scurried off to the kitchen.

Next to approach you was Italy, and he nearly ran you over trying to give you a hug. You laugh loudly, and hug him back as Germany approaches. "Mister Italy, how have you been?"

Italy was bouncing in joy. "Ve~ I've been great. Say, will you open my present first?"

You nod, and he accepts this. "Look, Germany even came!"

Germany nods to you, and you know this was the mutual sign of respect you both shared. "Mister Germany, the beer is up the stairs, the first left door. It's a wine room, but the beer is in the far back." Germany does not smile, but jumps and nods thankfully before rushing to retrieve it, Italy in tow.

"Good afternoon." You turn to find Kimberly and Japan smiling at you. They where your favorites, other than America himself, always so nice and kind.

"Kimberly!" You give her a huge hug, and then hold it for a moment, before bowing in respect to Japan. "Mister Japan, it is a pleasure."

It is obvious that Japan does not get such a traditional, respectful welcome often and he bows right back. "You will probably like the present from my nation; Kimberly-sama spent a long time searching for it."

Austria is standing in a corner, and you approach him lightly. "Hey, can you play me something on the piano?"

He seems flattered that you asked him to play. "Oh, of course!" Then takes off to your dining room, where an all white piano is waiting.

As they leave, someone jumps onto your back from behind and you huff at the impact. Sealand's voice comes from just behind our ear. "Hey, hey, hey! Did I scare you? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Another voice came from behind you as well. "Hey, don't jump on people, you little git!"

You smile and hoist Sealand off of your back, before turning to him. "Mister Sealand, I asked for Marble Slab cake just for you." You wink at him.

At the same time, Sealand and England both gasp. "Mister?!"

"Well, yes. MISTER Sealand is one of the bravest countries I've ever met." You wink at the boy again, then turn and search for America, leaving England and Sealand to talk that over.

America seems to be looking for you as well, and is hungrily eyeing the cake. "Yo, my favorite sidekick!"

You give him a fist bump, relaxing slightly. "I can't believe you threw me a party!"

"What was I supposed to do, let you come home alone?"

"Well, usually that's what I do…" You huff slightly. "Last year you forgot and Kimberly was busy."

He frowned and looked down, miserable for a second before perking up. "Ah, don't worry about that! Once you eat some cake, you'll feel better!"

You giggle, because it was him who had indeed felt bad, but don't say anything. "Here, want to open presents?"

He does a fist-pump. "Yeah! Let's do this!"

You pull a chair from the kitchen table and stand on it, before calling out. "Everyone, gather at the kitchen table so we can open some presents!"

As promised, you opened Italy's present first. He had given you a painting of you, and you gasped at how detailed it was. "Italy, it's so nice!"

He beamed. "You like it!"

As you rip open Germany's present, you furrow your brows. Inside the box is a small pistol, but you have the feeling it shoots incredibly well.

"It is incredibly easy to hide in belts, pockets, or boots. I figured you would need it if you keep visiting strange nations." Germany explains, and you jump down and give him a hug. He blinks, stunned, and then with experience you load the pistol, taking aim on the wall. However, you do not dare fire into your newly painted walls. So, you slip the gun into your boots.

Next was England. The present was wrapped in shimmery purple paper, and you tore it open carefully. Inside, there was a copy of 'The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe', a brand new copy of 'Beauty and the Beast', and then a rather used looking copy of the original 'Frankenstein'.

"Oh-hon-hon!" Everyone looks up to see France laughing loudly, pointing to the books. "Those presents are close to useless!"

England growled and leapt to France, trying to strangle him. "What do you know about present's you frog eating pansy?! What did you bring?!"

Japan was looking around curiously. "Where did he come from?"

France, though his face was turning blue, threw you a small box wrapped in a deep red paper.

Hesitantly, and terrified of what might be inside, you rip off the paper and open the box just enough to peek inside. Then you slam it shut and flush deeply, face turning red.
Everyone looked at you curiously, and France smiled mischievously.

Italy jumped up and down. "What's inside?"

You don't answer, but instead glower down at France. "I would not now, will not later and never will put that on for you!"

Looking disappointed, France frowned and England let go of him. Then, France winked at you and slid from the room.

You throw the box from him into the fireplace, then smile as if it never happened and pick up another present. This one is small and covered in blue wrapping paper that glinted in different shades of purple when the light touched it. You are sure it is from Sealand, and open the tiny box with care. Inside is a smaller felt box, and when you lift the lid you gasp. "Oh my gosh…"

America blinked and craned his neck, and then he paled at the sight of the present Sealand had given you. "Dude…"

You reach into the little box and pull out a string of shining pearls, complete with a silver latch to fasten it to your neck.

Everyone then turned on Sealand. "Hey, why are you trying to out present us?!"

You roll your eyes. "Oh, hush! Mister Sealand?" You bend down on one knee, and Sealand fastened it around your neck for you. You give him a huge hug and whisper thank you before jumping back up on the chair.

All that was left was Ukraine, Japan, and Austria. You look around and frown, not seeing Ukraine anywhere. "Where's Ukraine?"

America blinked. "She said something about needing to rush home."

You sigh and open her present anyways to find what looked like a scarf she had knitted herself. It was dark blue, and you happily slipped it over your neck and wrapped it several times. You needed to defiantly thank her later.

You reach down and grab Austria's present. "Austria!" You call, and the piano stops. He steps into the room and nods encouragingly. You inspect the present, and then carefully unfold the paper instead of tearing it, so he could use it again. He grins at this. Inside was a small folder, full of sheets of music. It was true; the way you won Austria's friendship was by showing him your talent on the piano. So, you beamed at this music that you where sure he had written. "Oh, it's wonderful!" Then he leaves to go play the piano more.

Next was Japan's present, from himself and Kimberly. You are excited, that's for sure, and the box was so long it was difficult to hold and open at the same time. Inside, was a shiny sword, that was thin and long, and INCREDIBLY sharp looking. "Wow…" You gaze in awe at the weapon. "T-Thank you!"

You carefully set down the katana and turned to the final present, wrapped in paper that bore the American flag. You eagerly rip into the paper, shreds of it flying in all directions. Soon you reached the inside, to find something simple, yet packed with meaning.

England scoffed. "A pin?"

It was a pink broach with the Superman 'S' on it. You grinned and immediately stuck it to
your shirt. "America…"

He grinned. "You like it?"

You give him a huge hug. "It is so perfect." From behind you, he sticks out his tongue to England, who gasps and then begins to give him the finger when you turn back around.

Austria raised an eyebrow. "What is so special about a broach?"

You smile. "Because, I'm his sidekick!"

You begin to jump down, "Let's eat some cake!"

Italy pointed to a card on the table you had not seen. "Wait, what about that one?"

"Hm?" You turn and snatch up the small slip of paper, folded in half. Without letting anyone else read it you scan the words.

Written in blue pen was a simple sentence:
Meet me at the Grove at 9:00

Your eyes widen, and then you blush. You have o idea who gave you the letter, but you give a hopeful glance to America. He is smiling at you. The Grove is an extremely expensive restaurant in the middle of town. You should wear something nice.

Another slow hour of your party passed full of chatting, piano playing, and you thanking your guests.

As they left, you took a shower and got dressed in your nicest dress. Because it was chilly outside, the dress was black with no back, but very long sleeves. It wasn't short, but not below your knees either. You knew you should wear the new high heeled black boots Kimberly bought you, and remove the pistol and scarf. You then snap the pin America gave you onto your left chest side and put Ukraine's scarf around your neck, covering Sealand's pearls.

It took you twenty minutes to drive there, and you parked down the street with ten minutes to spare. As you step out of the car a cold wind blows past you and you shiver, and then walk down the sidewalk to the Grove entrance. A group of construction workers whistled as you passed and you tried your best to ignore them.

Just as you passed the alleyway just next to the Grove's entrance someone called out.

"Over here!"

You whip around and blink, certain it must be America. So, you put on a winning smile and walk into the dark alley. The shadows engulf you immediately but you pay them no mind.
Inside the alley it was dark and spooky. You squint your eyes to try and see in the dark, but you must wait until your eyes adjust. "H…Hello?"

"This way!" Deeper in the alley you hear the sound.

Willingly, you walk farther in the alley, where no-one could see you from the street.

As you eyes adjust to the pitch blackness, you realize no-one is back there…

Oh, shi-

Someone runs up from behind you with a rope and you cry out, the rough material wrapping round your wrists.

Well, if you've fallen into a trap, you sure as hell are not going down without a fight.

Time for ten years of boxing, karate, and kick boxing to pay off.

You kick hard off of the pavement, doing a sort of flip and managing to push your attacker underneath yourself. Then, you land square on his back with your five inch heels. He cries out and you huff. "Now, you have five seconds to explain yourself-"

Another person, a blonde man you think in the little vision you have, has snuck around in the shadows and had gotten a handkerchief around your mouth. You cannot speak, so instead roar like some kind of enraged animal. As the person drags you off of the other boy and you get into a standing position, you yank hard with your teeth on the fabric and rip it from his hands. Then, you whip around and try to poke him in the eye. However, he is wearing glasses. SO, instead, you punch him right in the gut. He doubles over in pain.

Backing up from the two writhing opponents, you hear another one approaching. Whipping around he didn't even get the chance to put the potatoe sack in his hands over your head before you simply punched him in the face. You weren't sure where you punched him, but he fell backwards out cold anyways.

"Ha! You think you can use my own heart strings against me, you fools?" You strut victoriously to the boy who first attacked you, and grab his rather long brown hair. You wished you could see him better, but ask anyways. "So, who sent you?"

You didn't really get the chance to hear his answer. Instead, something hard and solid hit your back, and when you craned your neck to howl in pain, the same object hit you in the head.

You where then kicked sideways off of the boy on the ground. Closing your eyes in sheer agony, a voice came from above you. "You are useless."

The sound of two people standing was next. "W-W-We're sorry, S-S-Sir!"

"Why is little Latvia on the ground?"

"S-S-She punched him, S-S-Sir!"

Then, you can't hold on anymore and the whole world turns black.