Rusame Short Story

Chapter 3

It had been two days since that night. America struggled to move at all the day after but never told Russia, who had to leave as to not cause too much suspicion for them. America sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, high on pain killers. He only wanted one thing at the moment, and that was snuggles.

A few hours had gone by when there was a knock at the door. Not being able to move he just turned his head toward the door, acting as if he had mind control powers and could open it, but couldn't. The knocking continued, he was getting annoyed himself with it,

"IT'S UNLOCKED!" he screeched as loud as he could, hoping whoever it was would hear him and let themselves in.

To his luck he was heard, it was Russia. But judging by his screech Russia took it as him being murdered and more so busted through the door, luckily not breaking anything.

"AH-" the sudden burst scared America shitless so to say.

After calming down, Russia closed the door and shuffled over to the couch potato. He took notice that America wasn't wearing his glasses and sat down next to him. America tried to shuffle closer but tensed up as another wave of soreness washed over.

"What is wrong Ame?" Russia questioned being slightly confused.

"My ass is still sore you tree." a now slightly embarrass American answered, burying his face into the blanket.

Russia ignored the attempt at an insult and gently moved America to his lap, wrapping his arms around the small potato blanket. America buried his face into Russia's neck, happy that he was getting snuggles now. Russia enjoyed the silence for once, holding the smaller country in his arms tenderly, he could get used to this.