Now I know

That I can't make you stay

But where's your heart?

But where's your heart?

But where's your...

And I know

There's nothing I can say

To change that part

To change that part

To change...

So many

Bright lights, they cast a shadow

But can I speak?

Well is it hard understanding

I'm incomplete

A life that's so demanding

I get so weak

A love that's so demanding

I can't speak

I am not afraid to keep on living

I am not afraid to walk this world alone

Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven

Nothing you can say can stop me going home

******

America glanced over at Russia "I cant belive I got stuck with you" he mumbled under his breath.

Russia let out a small laugh, mainly because the silence was broken "and why is that?" he asked looking at America and smiling.

"Because dude! If im the hero than your the villian!" America shouted as if this were compltely reasonable. Russia assumed that somwhere in Americas head that made sense, but to him it made very little. When had he become the villan? If he had done something that bad surely he had'nt ment to... The silnce once again filled the room. But it was a different silence, a weighted silence. America looked around cautiously as the two stepped into the library. The door was left open as the two cautiously aproched the bookshelves and began looking through until there was a soft thump as something fell to the floor. Both looked over to see a bloodied white flag laying on the ground.

"this would be Italy's.. da?" Russia spoke softly as America mover to pick up the flag. Suddenly there was a creaking noise and the door gave a loud slam. America and Russia both froze looking over at the door. As Russia moved to get up ther was a loud hissing noise from the other side of the room. America looked behind him and was then facing the monster stareing him dead in the eyes. Neither moved. Russia glanced back and forth between the door and America. He was directly in the middle and could easily bolt out the door and get away safely... but he stayed put. The only noise that could be heard in the room was the mosters heavy breaths as it stared down America. Russia knew he had to do something and he had to do it fast. his eyes desperately seached the room for anything that could help him. His body began to shake as he realized his only choice. He gently placed one hand on his scarf carefully and slowly as to not startle America or the moster. At the moment the mosters back was to the door and Russia but if either moved that could quickly change. He began to slowly move towards the monster. Though it had only been a few seconds Russia felt as if hours were passing as his heart pounded out of his chest and he shook in fear holding his scarf in his hands. Then he was standing behind the monster he held his breath as he began to slowly move his hands up before suddenly lurching forward and quickly tying his scarf aronf the monsters eyes. The monster turned and thrashed wildly tearing one of its claws across Russias face as he grabed Americas wrist and pulled him out of the room. As he ran out he could hear the tearing of fabric and heavy footsteps bolting after them. America glanced to the left and suddenly yanked Russia that way and up the stairs the monster still hot on their trail he bolteted into a bedroom slaming the door and darting into a closet closing himself and Russia inside. The both panted heavily but silently as they heard the door slam open and heavy feet pound across the floor stoping just before the closet and then turning and stomping out the door.

America and Russia both sighed in releif then looked at eachother. America pulled up the sleeve of his jacket and held it to Russias bleeding face. "why did you do that..." he asked in a hushed voice still afraid the monster might be nearby.

Russia chuckled and in an equaly  low voice whispered "No story starts with the hero dying"