Rusame Short Story

Chapter 1

It was a cool Thursday afternoon. America was settling in for a relaxed visit from his well-known 'friend' Russia. He had just finished making a bowl of popcorn when a knock at the door grabbed his attention. Fixing his sunglasses he made his way to the door and opened it to see who it was. Russia stood there, his tall frame giving a false silhouette against the setting sun. America invited him in, closing the door after he entered.

They made their way to the living room. Russia sat down while America grabbed the popcorn and set it between them. A calm atmosphere surrounded them as they watched a horror film. At various times America flinched but remained on the couch, Russia, on the other hand, was very amused by these reactions.

A few hours had past and the movie was over. Russia sat and stared at the rolling credits, glancing over to his self-proclaimed 'I'm not afraid' friend who sat there with his knees to his chest. A small smirk tugged at Russia's face but ignored it and went back to reading the boring credits.

America came to and got up, taking the empty bowl to the kitchen. He took a glance out the window nearby, noticing how dark it had gotten. From the kitchen, he called to his friend.

"Hey Rus."

A small shuffle noise could be heard from the living room, soon appeared Russia from around the corner.

"Yes, Ame?" his accent was thick but had toned down from the years they knew each other.

"If you want to, you could stay the night." America gestured toward the dark window.

Russia glanced at the window as well and gave a faint nod as a thank you, he vanished back into the living room. America went back to cleaning up the kitchen and after made his way back to the living room. He passed by the couch, taking notice of Russia laid out relaxing.

"I'm going to get a shower, I'll be out in a few minutes."

Russia gave a soft hum in response. America walked off heading to his room. He closed the door and entered the bathroom connected to the room, turning on the shower to let the water warm up. He came back to the bedroom and took off his glasses, setting them down on the nightstand. Grabbing a change of clothes from his dresser he set them on a small bench near a window with long navy blue currents. He went back to the bathroom and closed the door.

Meanwhile, Russia remained laying across the couch, staring up at nothing while listening to the running shower nearby. His mind had gone blank until thoughts started to swirl. Thoughts that he usually tried to keep away, but with the awareness of the current situation, and somebody. A sense of butterflies and excitement crept over the now 'playful' country.