My love in Siberia (RusAme)

7.

A week later

"Again?..."

America looked at what used to be a ball, laying in the middle of the cell with a large hole in it. Russia gave him a guilty look before looking away.

"Buddy, I told you not to put the ball in your mouth," he said as he set down on the floor.

Russia shook his head 'no' and lifted up his leg.

"You dug your claws in it by accident? Can't you pull them in like cats do?"

'No'

"Well if you let me come in we could play together. That would be a lot easier then for you to play alone."

Russia thought about it but as soon as his eyes landed on the flat ball in front of him he changed his mind. This is maybe the tenth ball he destroyed this week.

He picked the ball up from the ground and held it for America to see. It took him a minute to realize what Russia was trying to tell him, but when he did he just sighed.

"I promise I'll stay on a safe distance. You need to learn how to trust yourself. Because there's no use of me trusting you if you don't trust yourself."

After a bit of hesitation Russia nodded his head.

"So you want me to come in?"

'Yes'

"Alright. I'm coming in."

Russia walked to the other side of the room and set in the corner, trying to be as far away from the door as possible. America opened the door, got inside and then closed the door behind himself.

Russia jumped up out of panic which scared America.

"What's wrong?"

That's when a loud noise came from the door. It sounded like it locked. America tried to push it open but it didn't move.

"Crap... Well, guess we're stuck here until someone comes by to open it."

Russia was surprised by how unbothered America was by being stuck in this cell with him. He really trusted him that much?

America walked over to the only ball Russia didn't fill out with holes. It was much bigger then any other normal ball, which is understandable considering how tall Russia is.

"Ready to play?"

Russia nodded and stepped forward, but still keeping a safe distance between them.

"Okay. I'll throw the ball and you try to hit it with your head, or the upper side of your 'paw' but try to keep your claws down when you do so."

'Okay'

"Okay, here it comes."

He threw the ball as hard as he could. Russia hit the ball with his head and it flied back to America.

"You did great. Let's do it again."

And so they kept on playing for hours. Soon Russia allowed America to come pretty close to him. He didn't even pay attention to how close they got to each other as they played.

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"Time out!," America yelled as he set down and leaned on the wall. He brushed the sweat off his forehead and took a deep breath.

He couldn't feel his feet. Military boots are really not designed for playing with a ball, or any sports in general. Not only that his feet were hurting now but they were burning from the heat.