It feels good to be held by him.

He knows that he shouldn't be allowing this.

He knows that he shouldn't love him.

He knows that he shouldn't even be here.

But at the moment none of that matters. He's in the arms of the person he loves, so he is happy, even if it's wrong.

They call the one he loves a lunatic.

He knows they are partly right.

He's seen the scars that run down Lithuania's back.

But it feels so good to have him hold him, quietly like this.

It was probably the only time he was actually quiet.

He knew the one he loved probably did not love him back, but he didn't care. He didn't. He couldn't care. Because if his older brother knew…

He couldn't be in love with him.

"America?" the one he loved asked, his concern evident in his tone, even with the heavy Russian accent, "America, what is wrong? You are crying."

He reached up and felt tears. So he was crying. He did not reply though, just leaned back, closer to the one he loved. The hug tightened, and the question was not repeated, as though the one he loved knew that he did not want to answer.

He just wanted to stay like this forever.

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He knows that the war will not be easy.

He knows that he will have to fight him.

He also knows, when the war is over, exactly what happened when England brings him a scarf soaked him blood.

He knows that he shouldn't cry.

He knows that he should be happy.

He knows this, but it still hurts.

He knows that he shouldn't love him.

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Author's note: Um.. Idon'tknowIwantedtowriteanAmericaxRussia
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Andthisisnotmynormalwayofwritingandit'skindaweird
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AndI'mgonnashutupnow