Take Two | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Sober Kiss

America slowly lifted his eyelids, the vague scent of wine was still there. He sighed to himself and sat up on the bed.

'That was quite rude of me to black out so suddenly last night.'

He had an aching headache from the hangover, he could barely sit up right. Then he started to recollect small bits of what happened last night.

A few moments later all the memories came crashing down like a bulldozer. America buried himself in the blankets and internally screamed. 'Holy shit what did I do?? He must think I'm a pervert that harasses my friends. I can't believe I acted upon urges and kissed him so suddenly last night. What should I do? What should I say? Should I apologize?'

America kept thinking of all the possible outcomes and the best course of action. 'It should be fine if I act like nothing happened right? After all, ignorance isn't sin, I'll just act like I don't remember anything.'

Times like these make America grateful he's so good at acting.

He glanced at the clock on the wall that read 8 AM. "Ah shit we have movie shooting soon." He hurriedly lifted the blanket but before he could place his hands on the door handle, the door opened on its own.

Russia stood there and stared at America for a second, the American was a little nervous but he already decided he would play it off and pretend he didn't remember anything. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Russia smiling then pulling him into a hug.

The American stood there confused, he sensed that Russia was in a very good mood.

"Good morning, what's this all about?" America raised an eyebrow when Russia loosened his embrace. A small smile curved on the shorter male's face.

Russia lifted his head and replied, "it's nothing, I was actually just going to wake you up."

"Um I'm sorry for downing the entire glass and getting drunk, I do weird stuff when I'm under the influence of alcohol. Did I do anything weird?"

The mention of this made the taller male smile even wider, "No you didn't do anything."

"Really?" America was skeptical, but brushed it off. He then continued, "well in any case we should get to work soon."

America walked over to the balcony to get some fresh air before they leave, Russia followed behind him as they admired the scenery.

Suddenly his hungover struck and he got extremely dizzy. America fell backwards, hitting the Russian as well, causing a domino effect as both of them dove into the pool.

Russia, "..."

There was a large splash, then vibrant laughter from America. "Sorry sorry, we're both wet now."

"No it's okay, let's go inside first." The Russian ran a hand through his wet hair. Water droplets slid down his face as he did.

They both went inside and changed clothes before going to work. "What a coincidence that you had an outfit just my size, I wouldn't know what to wear if you didn't."

Russia stared at the American who just got out of the bathroom from changing. "You can keep the outfit, they don't fit me anyway."

"It's such a nice outfit though, are you sure?" The shorter male glanced at his outfit again. "Yes, I don't mind."

A smile curved on his lips, "I won't ask anymore then! Thank you."

"There are no thank you and sorry's between us."

...

At the studio everyone had skeptical looks when they saw the two of them arrive on the exact same time. They wanted to ask or criticize them, the gazes on their faces made that quite obvious, but the taller male's demeanor warned them not to.