RusEng (Russia x England)

America's jealousy

It's been a few months since the fight in the meeting and everything has calmed down but one nation still has a problem with the two being so close. Of course, this nation was America, he's always had a hatred towards Russia even before the cold war.

America watched the two glaring at the Russian as if he had done something wrong. He knew something was going on and he really wanted to know what it was, were they planning something? No was Russia planning something?

The American stares at the two men as they talked with one another and he couldn't help but feel this rage within him. Never in his life has he felt something like this, it was odd. Whenever he saw Arthur smiling because of that Russian made him want to punch him in his big nose. America looks away and drinks from his takeaway cup trying not to think about it anymore but his thoughts were soon disturbed. The French nation wraps his arm around the younger nation smirking.

"Aww is the little American jealous~," France said with a teasing tone leaning on him. He clearly had something up his sleeve.

"No France I am not jealous. . ." America glared at France as he makes him remove his arm. He sighs putting the cup down looking over at the other male country.

"I see the way you look at him America" France stated as he gets comfortable on the chair looking over at Russia and England who were now just reading together.

"So what? I can't say anything about it, they aren't even together. . . Are they?" America asked looking at the Frenchman hopeful. He really wanted them not to be a couple and he didn't really know why though, maybe it's because he doesn't trust Russia? 

"Non. . .well we don't know but not likely." The Frenchman said with a shrug as he looks at America taking his hand, "let's go get something to eat" France smiles when America nods getting up from his seat picking up his things to go. Maybe it would be a good idea to get some fresh air.

Throughout the afternoon America and France talked while eating their food until now America has never really thought about their relationship at all. Maybe he should hang out with the Frenchman more often.

"you know you can call me Francis instead of France Alfred? We've been close for years" Francis said with a smile as he looks over at the American nation. 

Alfred smiles as he nods his head. He didn't realise the time as he walks home with Francis who offered to let him stay the night, he was enjoying himself but at the back of his mind, he was still thinking about the Russians and the Brit's relationship. He hated Russia because of their past relationship, they fought all the time and thanks to the cold war they broke up. . .he doesn't want England to go through the pain he did.

Francis sighs as he takes the American's hand to comfort him as he knew he was zoning out, "Alfred just forget about them tonight okay and have fun." the Frenchman said as he managed to get the other's attention which made him smile. 

"Hey, Francis. . .want to watch a movie together when we get to yours?" Alfred thought about what the others said and smiles as he didn't want his weird thoughts to control him. Francis nods as he leads him to his house still holding his hand. The two soon enter the house and they sat down to watch a movie, Alfred smiles as he joked and laughed with the other.

Soon Francis fell asleep on the sofa without finishing the movie, he rests his head against Alfred's shoulder. Alfred was surprised by this but smiles as he gets up and picks up the Frenchman taking them upstairs to the bedroom. Gently placing Francis on the bed Alfred tucks him into bed smiling before leaving the room to the living room and lays down on the sofa smiling before falling asleep. 

the sun shines into the room through curtains, the light shines onto the Frenchman's eyes making him wake up with a groan. With a yawn, he sits up looking around the room before getting up and fixing up his hair. Francis was confused as to how he got to his bed last night as he doesn't remember going upstairs. He suddenly Jumps in surprise hearing somebody walking around the house, the Frenchman then remembers that Alfred was here which made him smile. 

The American was making breakfast for them both, he followed a cooking book that he found in a draw. He thought there should be more sugar inside it but he didn't want to mess it up by adding too much. The French make things differently so he wanted to do it correctly, maybe Francis might like it. 

"Bonjour Alfred, how did you sleep?" The Frenchman said with a smile as he enters the kitchen walking over to him to see what he was making. Seeing that the other was making Frenchman smile even more and goes to sit down at the dinner table that was placed neatly against the wall.

After eating breakfast the American gets up and takes his plate to the sink to wash it so the Frenchman won't have to when he leaves.

"So. . . after I've cleaned up I'm going to head home" Alfred while looking down at the dish that was in his hand. Francis was surprised by the others sudden mood change, he doesn't normally see the American upset. The longer-haired male gets up and walks over to the other placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"hey. . .are you thinking about him again?" Francis asked concerned 

"Yeah. . .I like him a lot but I'm not upset because he might like someone else, it's just who he might like. Ivan doesn't deserve him not after how he ended things with him. . ." Alfred explained with a sigh showing distress, he clearly cared for the Brit but didn't know how to show it. There was silence for some time before Francis opened his mouth to speak.

"Ivan . . . is odd and very intimidating but I'm sure he won't hurt Arthur, you know what the black sheep is like. He won't let anyone step all over him, I should know. If Ivan is smart he'll be the one watching his back" Bonnefoy stated with a soft sigh before smiling at the younger nation, "how about you go and offer to hang out with Arthur? maybe he'll open up a bit"

Alfred beamed at the mention of the idea he liked it a lot, he finished washing the plate in his hand before drying it with a towel, "that sounds like a great Idea Francis, thank you for helping me" The American said happily as he was very grateful towards the Frenchman. The American takes out his phone to text Arthur to ask if he would like the hangout some time. moments later he got a text from England and his heart sank.

'sorry, Alfred I don't have the time, when I do I'll text you. I am having an important weekend, how about next week?'

Alfred knew that Ivan had something to do with this as he overheard the two talking about a dinner he just didn't know it would be this weekend. With a sigh the American he puts his phone away into his jeans pocket, "hey Francis. . .thanks for the advice"

((A comment gave me an idea for this chapter so thank you to the reader who made the comment about how they wanted to know what was happening with Alfred))