Poe was at her side as soon as Russia stepped back into the waiting area.
"Are you okay? Do you want to sit down?"
"I think so."
Poe held her arm and sat down with her on the orange sofa. He stroked her hair as if he was trying to stroke her all right.
"You look pale. Do you want some water?"
"Um, sure. Thanks."
Poe crossed the room quickly and returned with a paper cup of water. Russia drank it gratefully.
"Is there anything else you need?" Poe asked.
"Yes. I need you to calm down and just sit with me," she smiled at the tall, thin, nerve-racked man she called her boyfriend.
"Sorry."
He sat down and began to tap his foot. Russia looked down at her stomach and rubbed it.
"It's strange," she said, speaking at her belly, "I really didn't notice it when it was there, but now that it's gone, I can feel the void."
Poe moved closer to her and put his arm around her. He kissed her head.
"Are you... okay?" he asked.
Russia looked up at him and saw the paleness of her face reflected in his wire-rimmed glasses.
"I do look pretty bad, don't I? Yeah, I'm fine. It was pretty much just how I thought it would be."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"We've been talking about it for a month. I'd be happy if we never talked about it again."
"Okay, but if you ever chnge your mind-"
"I know. Thank you, Poe." She kissed his cheek. "I couldn't have gotten through this without you."
"Don't even mention it. I love you, Russia." He held her hand and looked down at it. "Are you going to tell Gianni?"
"Fuck Gianni. He doesn't need to know anything."
"Sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"It's okay." Russia patted his hand. "I'm hungry. Let's go get some falafel."