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"No," Russia's head sagged as the words poured out of him. "There is a word in Russian -- you translate it as 'terrible', but it also means 'awesome' or 'magnificent'. That is what you are to me."
America seemed to consider this for a moment, looking unsure how to take such a strange confession. "Do you have nightmares, Ivan? You act like such a monster, sometimes I wonder if you ever have nightmares of your own."
"Da."
"What do you dream about?"
Russia bit his inner lip. "Executioners wearing masks of human skin. Barbed wire sawing at my throat. Subzero tundras under a sky of hydrofluoric acid."
"Do you dream about us?" America stormed across the room to him, kicking his metal pipe aside and standing right in front of him. "I need to know. Do you dream about you and me?"
Russia gnawed his tongue until it was bloody. "I dream -- about the look in your eyes right now. I dream that you will decide that you don't -- don't need me after all. That I have met my greatest challenge, and it was you. And that I failed."
America shifted closer so that his warm breath ghosted across Russia's skin. Russia studied his stubborn cowlick, exactly as it had been many years ago when America had worn cowboy hats, and his glasses (long ago, when they had been friends, Russia had gently taken them off America, who had fallen asleep at his desk, and laid them by his side). "My time's up," America told him. They both glanced over at the clock. "It was up two minutes ago."
Russia clenched his fists and pushed past America, reaching for his pipe. As he stood, America barred the door, one hand against Russia's chest.
Russia swung his pipe up and laid it against his shoulder, a silent threat. "I am leaving now, comrade."
"This belongs to you," America said, and he held out his other hand, returning Russia's heart to him. He accepted it silently.
But as he stepped for the door once again, America called out behind him. "If you had asked for it, I would've given it to you," he told Russia.
Russia left, but he wasn't sure if America meant his name, or his heart. Or both.
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