The movie finally released and it was a big hit. Part of the viewers were curious about America's acting after he left, even when some people boycotted the movie because America was in it, it still became the number one movie as of now.

Russia and America's acting were amazing, as quoted by fans. No matter how they wanted to deny it, they had to admit America's acting was extremely good.

[Okay even though I hate America I have to admit his acting is really good]

[Even if it's good I'm not watching the movie]

[lol that's your loss then, two of the best talents and looks in the industry are the main characters, it's double eye candy]

[fuck off, stop defending that American shithead he doesn't deserve to start his career again after what he did]

[kyaaa two of the most handsome men are main characters, it's a combination we never knew we needed!]

[I totally ship their characters together, their romantic acting was top notch as well]

[Thats a ship that'll never happen, get your head out of the gutter]

[I said their characters, not the actors themselves, but I have to admit it's hard not to imagine the characters on the actors]

The director was grateful to the cast for helping out this movie be where it is now so he invited the entire cast over for dinner at a fancy restaurant.

America didn't want to go but he felt that it would be rude not to so in the end he did. Russia offered a ride but America declined, not wanting to trouble the other male more.

America stood by the entrance of the restaurant, waiting for Russia to arrive. He didn't want to enter alone, he didn't want all the eyes to be on him.

He laughed at his foolishness, 'I really can't do anything without Russia anymore huh.' The American felt pathetic, but he didn't want to admit he was scared of the negative attention.

Then a male walked up to him, America raised his head a little, a bright smile lit up. "Hey Russia I was waiting for you, ...you look really nice today."

America was taken aback for a second because the male in front of him looked so strikingly handsome in his eyes. "Mhm, let's go in."

They walked in together, the whole restaurant was rented out today just for their dinner so it was completely empty other than one giant table.

The director noticed them and spoke, "if it isn't the two main characters! Cheers to the new number one hit movie!" He raised up his wine glass.

Russia just nodded and pulled America over to the two empty seats. The actor next to America looked at him with a complicated expression then moved his chair further away from the American.

America didn't mind anymore, he pretended he didn't see. But he couldn't help feeling a bit awkward amidst everyone chatting. They were all chatting loudly and cheerfully before he arrived. Now they were just deathly silent, the only noise was glass clinking.

They even stopped eating their meals and just sat there doing nothing, as if waiting for something.

America couldn't take the pressure anymore, "I'm gonna take a walk I'll be back in a bit."

Russia hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, "You're not gonna eat? I'll go with you then."

"No it's okay you enjoy your time, don't worry I'll be back before it's over." America flashed a smile, it looked genuine, so genuine it was creepy.

The Russian didn't say anything else, and America already left. The people around Russia sighed in relief, one even speaking up, "thank god he's gone, I was too scared to even speak in the same room as hi-"

They stopped speaking when they saw Russia's terrifyingly cold expression, it was like he wanted to decapitate a person right there. No one dared to speak of the matter again and just continued to eat their food.

Russia wanted to go find him but he wanted to believe what America said, that he'll be back in a bit. So he didn't, but it was nearing the end of the celebration and the American hadn't come back yet.

The Russian was so anxious, '...I don't want you to leave me again.' Was all he thought. In the end he got up and went to go search for the American.

The second he exited the restaurant what he saw alarmed him. It was a trail of blood. He followed it to the back of the restaurant and saw America sitting on the ground, he had a few cuts and bruises but what was most alarming was the pool of blood underneath his thigh.

"What happened to you!" Russia rushed over, America noticed him and tried to cover up the blood but failed. "Well it's a long story."

"I'm taking you to the hospital."

"Don't! I-I just don't want the media's attention right now."

Russia stared at him straight in the eyes, "what happened." A small hint of hopelessness was in his voice, he felt useless, that he couldn't help America right now.

America acted like it was just some funny accident, "haha it's a long story, basically I was taking a walk around the area but then some people kidnapped me for uhm money, well to leak some uh picture of me on the internet for money. They weren't strong people, So I managed to break out of the ropes and I used some of the fighting techniques I learned from my movies on them."

"The problem was that one of them had a gun, so when I was fighting to get past him, he shot me in the thigh but after that I disarmed him and managed to escape, that's all. Sound like an action movie doesn't it?" America chuckled nervously despite the throbbing pain in his thigh.

The Russian's expression seemed pensive, then he lifted his eyes. "Please don't pretend like it's nothing." His expression was a mixture of an ice cold hostile glare and a gentle caring gaze.

After that, the smile on America's face disappeared instantly. "Was my acting really that bad that you could tell?"

"No, your acting is the best. I'm going to get help."

"I don't want-"

Before he could finish the sentence Russia spoke, "I know, you don't want media attention right?" America stared blankly for a few seconds, "yeah." He said with a small smile, but this time it was genuine.

"I'll take you to my friend's clinic, they won't announce anything don't worry."

"Okay I trust you." He replied.

Russia then carried him to his car, the American snaked his hands around his neck. 'Well at least this situation has given me a little bit of a blessing.'

At the clinic, the head doctor, who was Russia's friend helped them out and in accordance to what he said. The doctor didn't release anything.

She helped America and treated his wounds, "it's an honor to meet you, number one star America." She started a conversation.

"I'm not number one anymore you don't have to refer to me like that."

She pursed her lips, she scanned him from top to bottom. Suddenly she asked, "what do you think of Russia?"

America flinched at the sudden question, the doctor noticed his reaction as well. "Well I think he's a really nice friend, I don't know what I would do if I didn't have him."

She noticed his gaze and understood. She no longer asked anymore questions. After she was done, Russia hurriedly came in to check on America. "Hehe don't worry I'm fine, the bullet didn't hit anything important. Thanks for helping me out."

Only then did Russia finally relax slightly, the entire time he was tense and as stiff as a wooden log.

America thanked the doctor after that he spoke again, "I'll go wait in the car." He said before leaving the two of them behind.

He limped as he walked but America didn't really mind.

She smiled at Russia, "long time no see, glad to see you in person again."

Russia nodded.

He was about to leave as well, then the doctor spoke again, "still the same?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Still the same." He replied.

"Well then I'm glad for you, and don't worry, you're getting closer." She added for the last time.

The Russian's face lit up immediately. A small smile was visible. Then he left.

America stood next to the car and waved as Russia walked closer. The taller male spoke, "come to the award ceremony okay?"

The American found this request odd but didn't think much of it, "okay I will definitely go since you asked me to."

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For America's headcanon voice, idk. Just make up your own headcanon on his voice cuz I'm pitch and tone deaf.

Notes : 1 spell check