Toleration [SovAme]

Fluff Extras

Here's a bunch of extra fluff I've written. Note: My good friend Definitly Doubting did not edit these like in the previous chapters. There's bound to be many errors. I hope you enjoy!

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Soviet smiled lightly as he picked America out of his office. He'd been working himself too hard lately. He held America's sleeping body close and turned off the lights. A lot of things had changed, and that was good. America no longer slept incredibly lightly and was doing better for that. Having Soviet support him went great lengths to helping America recover after years of mental health problems, and Soviet was glad he could help America.

Soviet carefully balanced America on his hip, turning off the light in the room and closing the door behind him. He smiled and slowly walked to their room, placing America down on the mattress next to America's side of the room. While they enjoyed each other's presence, the mixture of them being too hot, and Soviet's wings getting in the way led to them sleeping in the same room, but in separate mattresses with a third on the floor between theirs as a middle ground.

Soviet pulled down the covers on America's bed and placed him into it covering him and placing a gentle kiss on his Husband's forehead. He smiled at America one last time in his sleeping state before laying down on his own bed comfortably pulling his wings around his body as his blanket and falling asleep to the sounds of America's calm breaths.

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Soviet awoke the night after they reported to UN with an empty room. America had been by his side when they'd fallen asleep, part of him had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with the fact America's room was still a total disaster. But, he was worried.

Soviet got up, tying his hair behind him and looking for an easy shirt to pop his wings through before pulling on his coat, unable to fasten the buttons behind him without help he just left it. Taking a second to check for his dagger, lightly brushing it with his fingers before looking around the apartment. He already knew America wasn't there, but if America left a note, he could go meet him as soon as he found it.

Going to the Park. I'll be back before dark, Don't follow me, I'll be fine.

-America

Like hell Soviet was going to listen to that. He knew exactly which park America was talking about, Central Park. It was huge and he might not find America before dark, but he wouldn't forgive himself for not at least trying to find his boyfriend.

America probably needed help, he always seemed to need it the most when he distanced himself.

Soviet spent hours outside walking through the park before finding America, and even that was dumb luck truly. In all honesty, Soviet was utterly lost and if he hadn't found America he would not have made it back to the apartment by nightfall.

Soviet sat down next to America quietly. "Hey dear. You okay?"

America looked away, but his hand seemed to subconsciously go next to Soviet so he put his over it gently.

"Dear, I want to help you. But I can't if you don't tell me what's wrong." America murdered something in response but Soviet couldn't understand a word he said.

"Please dear. For me?"

America scrunched up a bit and brought his hands back to his side. "I don't know about this. About you, you." America stopped. His words that were normally so fluid and strong were pausing and stuttering. This seemed like the original America, without any barriers making him act different.

America let out a long sigh and turned away from Soviet more, all scrunched up and close making his words harder to understand. "You don't deserve me. You deserve someone better than me Soviet."