Countryhumans One shots! (cause shipping is cute)

The cat on your roof (Amerus)

Warning: This OneShot contains half animal, half human characters.

Just saying in case you don't like this stuff. 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ

Also... I tried writing something sexy at the end of the chapter but it's nothing explicit xP (I'm not good at writing that kind of stuff, I'm all about fluff and angst, but I've noticed some people like it so I tried, for u! >:v please have mercy on me XP I can barely write in english jajajaja)

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Russia's POV

He felt his ears twitching with the faint whispers of the wind, the air warm and the night clear, allowing the moon to shine over the sleeping city.

He put on his ushanka and a light jacket, just in case, his ears immediately laying flat on his head.

He smiled, jumping out of the window and laying perfectly on a nearby balcony. He climbed easily until he reached the roof of the building, the feeling of freedom rushing through his veins as he looked up to the stars.

He moved his tail, balancing himself as he walked to the next building, his steps quick and precise allowing him to move fastly without even flinching.

He passed windows and doors, enjoying the way the small sounds of the living people inside of houses and apartments continued on, as if he didn't exist, allowing him to peek into the simple daily life of his neighbors, like a silent ghost.

He watched as the buildings came to a stop, the ground almost five floors below him now.

He grinned, jumping into a balcony and then a lamp post finally landing into the street with ease. The russian hybrid stretched his arms over his head before heading to a very specific direction.

The minutes passed as he walked, soon getting on the roofs again. This was not cat territory, but he couldn't help himself when it came to visit this place. He heard the far away melody of an acoustic guitar, the song was new to him but the interpreter was someone he knew very well.

America.

Oh, if his father knew he would be mad. Of course that walking into wolf territory was something forbidden, a dangerous route that could easily end with the nine lives of any cat, but he didn't care.

'Russia, you're going to get yourself killed! Those damn dogs won't hesitate to go for your neck and let you to bleed out!'

He could almost hear his dad talking frustratedly, and the ugly scar on his right eye -now completely blind- was enough prove that he wasn't joking.

But Russia couldn't stop.

Yeah, sure, everytime he and America met in the street they would glare at each other. The wolf would growl, raising his head, while he would hiss, his spine curved and ready to attack.

America was his enemy.

After all, the damn dog was too proud, always trying to push his dominance and power over everyone who dared to look at his eyes, always ready to pick up a fight with anyone, anywhere. But Russia didn't give a damn, he was a proud feline himself, so he would never low his head to anyone, it didn't matter how many pheromones they released to mark neutral territory.

He rolled his eyes smiling, waving his tail as he approached the other's house, climbing a cold chimney before jumping to his favorite spot in the neighborhood.

He laid on the rooftop, making himself comfortable and closing his eyes while hearing at the soft music playing on the room under him.

The minutes passed and he started learning the song. It was so hard to stop himself to join the american. He wanted to sing along, to enter the other's open windows and curl into his lap until de sun peeked through the horizon.