wishes // a CH rusame story

#5

"I can't believe you managed to make someone hate you and then forgive you in less than a month." Canada stated, poking the food America served him. He took a bite.

"I'm just THAT good, brother. I told you it was gonna be alright." The American happily chanted as he was munching on his food. He raised his head to see how his twin brother was reacting to his new skill. He was relieved to see a surprised expression. "Hey, it's actually edibl- aouch! Why'd you hit me?"

"It was already possible to eat it before!" America crossed his arms and pouted. "Yeah, but it actually has kind of a taste now, Ame. I'm complimenting YOUR improvement in cooking, all thanks to that man. I should thank him for your future husband." Canada continued to eat what was on his plate with a smile, hoping this wasn't just luck and that his brother would actually start to cook decently. Why was he so silent though? He looked up from his plate, staring at America. "About that..." He started. "ImighthaveacrushonRussia." He smiled, laughing it off, putting his head on his hand, and looking away at the same time. 

"You what now?" Canada raised an eyebrow.

...

"I might have a teeny crush on Russia."

The Canadian almost choked on his food.

"Ame, no."

"WHAT ?! I'M NOT DOING IT ON PURPOSE. He's just always nice and treats me well, he cares about what I eat, he makes really good food and he's actually super soft. Also, he's pretty. He's like super cool, husband material and, we're kinda close now." America looked really out of it and his brother just sighed. "Are you now?"

"Well! Of course."

"Then, what's his favorite color?" Canada wiped his mouth with a napkin, a smile at the corners of his lips.

"Uhhhhhhhh....."

"Or what does he like to do?" He continued, as he was getting ready to leave, cleaning up where he had been eating. He put the plate in the sink and watched his brother with a grin.

"Watching boring animal documentaries and cooking!" 

"Ame, you're not even friends if you don't know those little stupid things, and they're not only the things you can observe." Canada shrugged, as his brother stared at his feet. "I can still like him regardless..."

"Yeah, of course! You definitely can. Don't forget to take your time though! I'm off to mine's then, thanks for the food." Canada waved before opening the door wide open and looking up to see a very tall man, standing a bit awkwardly there. "Hello, Russia! I must thank you for teaching Ame how to cook correctly, we were desperate." The brother looked back at his twin for a moment before giving him a look. America squinted and crossed his arms, turning to the tall figure at the doorstep. "Welcome home! Was your little outing okay?"

Russia gave in a little smile as he let his roommate's brother leave their room. He quietly closed the door, before removing his scarf, and letting it hang from one of the chairs. 

America didn't like that silence.

"Nothing new?"

Russia looked on the side, with a desolated look. America could notice that his eyes were a bit red. "Hey come here, it's gonna be okay. You're not alone anymore." He opened his arms giving the Russian an opportunity to relax for a bit but Russia was still not sure about this. Still, he'd give in, again, because it was the only light of hope he could see at that particular moment. His arms gently wrapped around America, whose head rested in the crook of his neck and Russia's thin arms clenched on the fabric of his pullover. The American could feel his cheeks warming up when he felt a tug on his back.

His brother wasn't wrong though, America didn't know much about that guy. He knew some pretty bad stuff, yes, but he didn't really know what Russia enjoyed instead of suffered about...and he still had that weird overwhelming feeling looming over him like the first time he gave the Russian a hug. America let softly Russia go and took a breath, before smiling and looking into the deep eyes in front of him.

"Hey uh...I already ate with my brother, like I made him try what I cooked today, but what's something you like? For example, a dessert? We could make it together. The shop might still be open!"  The American looked a bit distressed but quickly got it back together as he grabbed one of the slav's hands.  Russia wiped his teary eyes with his sleeve and grinned.

"Please don't ruin my childhood with your awful skills."

"OH COME ON! I'm trying."

America looked to the side, almost taking back his hand when five other fingers squeezed it tight. His gaze went back up, and he'd never seen such a look in his life, his heart skipped a beat and he could feel his entire body fire up. "U-uh...I mean! What do you want to make? Even if you're SO rude to me I'll try to make it. With you. Because I definitely need coaching."

The two of them started walking to the door, fingers lightly holding the other's.

"Syrniki might not be too hard for you, but we need to grab some stuff. It's like pancakes mixed with cheesecake, you might like it. It's a recipe from my grandpa." Russia explained, insisting on the other dessert. 

"MAN I LOVE CHEESECAKE." America exploded, already up to leave and bring those cheesecake pancakes ingredients back home. "You're reading my mind, Russia, you're like Edward from Twilight."

"Oh god, please no."

hey i'm here!!!! not dead yet!!! busy, but there and tired : D
I honestly don't know when I'll upload another chapter but I'm not done with those two yet
-nem