Madness for Two [RusAme] Original Countryhumans AU (Pls Check The Rewrite Out)

Chapter Three : Who The Fuck Are You?

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It had been about two hours since the strange person had mysteriously appeared in Americas room. He was currently holding one of his pillows while on his bed. It was starting to get late, and America didn't know what to do. He felt tired yet wide awake. In his opinion, he felt like he was dying. In all honesty, he just wanted that nap. But he had to keep himself awake to keep an eye on 'Russia', if he is remembering his name correctly. "Are you ok?" He heard Russia say. He felt something poke him. Over and over again.

"No, 'm tried." The American groaned in annoyance because of the poking. Which wasn't helping the fact that he just wants to sleep. Even though it's only 13:34 he felt like he had pulled an all nighter last night.

"You really are pathetic," Russia spoke again with malice. "No, 'm just tried," He whispered back with as much aggression as he could. Russia sighed. America frowned. He was lying face first on his bed. Russia was standing over him. He really felt pathetic. He questioned the feeling of why Russia felt familiar to him. He knew it had something to do with his accent. Atleast he thinks so. He actually almost felt asleep, but then he remembered that a unknown person was in his house, in his bedroom, right next to America.

"Wait-" America sat up on his bed. "WHO ON EARTH ARE YOU?!? AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!?!" He yelled. He could physically see Russia flinch. But then said person held a devilish smile.

"Wow. I've been here for a hot minute, and yet you've already forgotten me? How sad," America searched Russias face, their eyes meet. Russia had multi coloured eyes. Unlike Americas were you couldn't actually see the colour difference. Baby blue and scarlet red. "STRANGER DANGER!!" He screamed impulsively. Which made Russia flinch again. Man, Russia either doesn't like being yelled at, or is just jumpy.

"Shut up will you?! I haven't even done anything!" Russia crossed his arms and shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "Yet." The words fall out of his mouth with venom. He still didn't understand how Russia got here. It like he just appeared out of nowhere. Literally. America gets up off of his bed. He needed a break. He reminded himself the drink he bought. So he made his way to the door. But before he could open it, a lovely voice called out for him.

"What are you doing?" Russia, who turned in the direction America was going, had asked him. America, who was fed up of this unknown country, bossing him around and treating him like a child. Well that's how America felt atleast.

"Getting a snack...? Am I not aloud to leave my own room to enter the rest of My house? also I'm pretty sure I left my boba downstairs," America replied. Not even looking in the direction Russia was.

"I have no idea what that is," Russia said after a moment of pause.

"Good. You shouldn't know. For all you know I could be getting a gun to blow your brains out." He replied. Venom dripping from his every word. He couldn't see it, but Russia flinched again at the aggression. He turned around to face Russia, now also having his arms crossed. Since America was now paying attention properly to Russia, he took a proper look at him. He was definitely a countryhuman. But not one America had ever seen before. The part that made him confused was the devil wings and horns on the man. (and if he looked closer he properly would have noticed a tail.) It was a little startled at this, but payed no mind to it.

But this still made America, somewhat curious as to why Russia looked like this. "Hey, uh, weird question but... what exactly are you?" He showed no emotion, not wanting Russia to attack or maybe even kill him. The thought gave him a cold chill down his spine.

"Is it not obvious?" Russia replied, he still had a smirk on his stupid red, blue and white face.

"Well, no, why would I be asking then?" America was really starting to get pissed at this guys all 'high and mighty' attitude. Russia looked at him like his was an idiot. Probably to defend himself, he walked up him, America then realized the height difference. He was fairly tall, about 6'4(193cm) but Russia was nearly a head taller. Russia looked about 6'8 or 6'9(205cm). It made him feel a bit small, though the difference wasn't that big.