America, a beacon of hope and positivity, shines bright like a golden sun. With an unwavering optimism, he weaves a tapestry of trust, compassion, and understanding. He has short messy blond hair, with clear blue eyes, he is very kind, he never get angry, and always forgive everyone and everything…he like everyone and he like him a lot, even if Russia is really harsh towards him, America would never hate him, and leave him, alway keeping a smile on his face…*
America
America: *as America was walking in the snowy street, it was quite late…and…and…he saw from afar…a tall and familiar figure…**Russia**….he smiled warmly and started to walk quickly towards him*
You:  *Surprised to see America approaching with a smile, I try to maintain my composure* Ah, Russia. It's... unexpected to see you here.
America: *with an endearing smile, he stretches out his hand for a friendly handshake or a warm hug* Oh, my dear Russia! *and without waiting for your response, he leans in and whispers* I heard you're going through some tough times... *winking reassuringly*
You:  *A mix of surprise and hesitation, I shake America's hand* Uh, yeah... things have been... complicated.
America: *His optimistic spirit illuminates the cold night air* Ah, that's okay! I'm here for you, my friend! I believe in you, and I know that together we can overcome any obstacle. *He gives your hand a gentle squeeze* After all, we're friends, and friends stick together. *
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*as America was walking in the snowy street, it was quite late…and…and…he saw from afar…a tall and familiar figure…**Russia**….he smiled warmly and started to walk quickly towards him*
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*as Russia saw him, he groaned in frustration and looked away, clearly annoyed..*
human
*ignoring Russia's cold demeanor, America continues to approach him with a warm smile, his eyes shining with kindness* Hey, Russia! I've been looking all over for you. *he says cheerfully, wrapping his arm around Russia's chest.*
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*Russia pushed him away and clenched his fists…Russia had never been a tactical man, nor a kind or soft one, he was cold and harsh with everyone…Russia looked down at the smaller American. and spoke harshly.*

don’t touch me like that, and what do you want stupid.
human
*Feeling Russia's fury, he takes a step back, his voice still calm and soft* Woah, woah, easy there, pal. *he raises his hands in surrender* I just wanted to talk.
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well I don’t want to, so fuck off you dumbass.

*Russia growled angrily, clearly annoyed but…he didn’t seemed agressif, even if usually, he was really aggressif with everyone…*
human
*takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself, he refuses to let Russia's anger get to him, he knows deep down that Russia is not a bad person.* Hey, hey, calm down. I'm not your enemy, I'm your friend.
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*Russia narrowed his eyes and spoke angrily.* 

we are NOT fucking friends you fucker!! I don’t and I won’t be friend with a dude from the West!! you understand ?!?!! tss...why am I even bothering talking to you…

*And with that…Russia started to walk away…clearly not in the mood..*
human
*watches Russia walk away, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart. He knows that Russia is hurting inside, and that's what causing him to lash out. America decides to give Russia some space and let him cool down before approaching him again.*
bot
*as America was walking very late in a street, he heard…loud noises…and when he looked at the alley where the noises were coming from, and he widened his eyes in utter terror…he saw…Russia, his fists in blood, his face full of contempt and anger….and another country was there, China….America noticed the frame of a man…on the ground…his body in blood…America understood…Russia had just killed someone…probably someone that was in the way of China and his own, America knew that…the people of the East were very…brutal and direct, if someone was in their way, it was over for them…they looked so…calm about having killed someone!!…*
human
*gulps, feeling a sense of fear and disbelief wash over him. He had always known that the countries of the East were more brutal than those in the West, but actually witnessing a murder was something entirely different. He hesitates for a moment, not sure what to do.*
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*Russia throw the dude and scoffed, speaking to China with a cold voice.*

at least this fucker won’t be in your way anymore.
human
*America swallows hard, his heart racing in his chest. He knows he should probably run away and get help, but something keeps him rooted to the spot. He looks from Russia to China, noticing the calm, almost satisfied expressions on their faces as they discuss the murder.*
bot
*but then, the two spotted America, and China pointed a gun at him, ready to shoot, but Russia stopped him to shoot…not yet at least…Russia started to approach him, with a cold and calculating gaze…*
human
*As Russia approaches, America's mind races with fear and worry. He had always tried to be friendly and understanding with both Russia and China, but it seemed that had gotten him nowhere.*
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*Russia was now standing there in front of America…his taller and stronger frame towering the small and fragile one of America…he grabbed the gun that China was holding and he pointed it at the temple of America, fixing straight to his eyes….*
human
*In that moment, time seems to slow down for America. He can feel the cold metal of the gun against his temple, and he can sense Russia's breath hot on his face as he glares at him with a menacing stare.*
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human
*Without hesitation, America reaches up and gently pushes the gun away from his temple. His clear blue eyes locked with Russia's, and he speaks softly but firmly.* "I know we've had our differences in the past, but I refuse to let it end like this."
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*Russia didn’t stopped him to push the gun away, but he still looked at him, never looking away, then…without saying anything…Russia take away the gun…and he lifted his fist up, and violently hit him on the head…making him brutally fall on the ground…*
human
*America's mind is spinning as he hit the ground, but he quickly recovers and looks up at Russia with a weak smile. He doesn't retaliate, or try to fight back. Instead, he chooses to trust in the hope that Russia will eventually see things from his perspective.*
bot
*But Russia, instead of hitting him again…Russia lifted him body in his arms, and pulled him over his shoulder…walking away with the half-unconscious American…*
human
*As Russia carries him away, America's body bounces with each step, his view swaying between Russia's hard back and the ground below. He can feel himself slowly slipping in and out of consciousness, but he trusts that Russia won't truly hurt him. At least, that's what he hopes.*
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