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Splinters of Dreams (1/3)

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Heroes never cried and heroes never submitted, and heroes certainly never degraded themselves. In an idealized world, such would be true. He still believed that, but reality was beginning to pound down on him. He had made too much in too short of time, and there was no demand for it. He was in a depression, and he had to do whatever he could to get out of it. Heroes never gave up, after all.

Of course, there had to be something better than prostitution. But all America had left was himself, and he was pretty damned good-looking, if he said so himself.

The butterflies in his stomach only fluttered harder.

America gulped and paced up and down in the small hotel room. His client was late, and maybe it would be better if he (or she?) never did show up…

Someone knocked on the door, and America's heart nearly came out of his chest. Slowly, he made his way over to the door (and the knocking became louder), and when he opened it, the first thing he saw was a long scarf around the neck of a taller man.

"R-Russia!" America exclaimed as Russia brushed past him into the room. "W-What are you…?"

"I'm the one who called you," Russia said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He smiled; a sincere, yet sinister smile. He smelt of vodka, although it wasn't as strong as usual. "Where you expecting England? That would be kind of incestuous, you know."

America's face grew red as he closed the door. "I though you didn't like me," he said, walking over to the bed. "You said you wouldn't buy anything from me. You're socialist, remember?"

Russia laughed, and it made America's blood run cold. "Yes, I do sometimes find you annoying, America. But even I can be nice once in a while. Didn't Lithuania tell you that?" He stood up and gently pushed America against the wall and wrapped one arm around his waist and then gripped his necktie with his other hand. "And besides, this is for me personally, not for my country."

"H-Hey, aren't you supposed to pay me first?" America joked, his heart beating quickly as he felt Russia's cheek brush against his. Russia was also stroking his necktie, slowly and gently, and those fingers were also inching their way up toward his throat.

"You can be cute sometimes," Russia whispered, his breath warm near America's ear. "But you're so stubborn and narrow-minded, always talking about freedom and bravery. It's so annoying."

America let out a weak chuckle. "Well, I am a hero, after-" He gagged violently when Russia yanked on his necktie, tightening it around his throat.

"You're so goddamned conceited," Russia sneered, cupping America's chin with his free hand. There was a crazed sparkle in his pale eyes. "You're just an uppity little brat. You've no idea what it's like to truly suffer." He pulled harder on America's necktie. "What you're going through is nothing compared to what I've been through."

America tried to choke out a protest, but all that he could manage were unintelligible noises. His hands went up to his throat, and his vision was beginning to darken. His heart was beating even more rapidly, and his lungs were burning. "R-Russia…"