Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

In the Heat of the Moment

To his dismay, Russia's first reaction was his tail perking up in excitement. "You're awake," Russia repeated like an echo. America smiled, creasing the edges of his eyes, "I know you missed me."

"Spouting nonsense again right after you wake up," Russia rolled his eyes, he leaned over and pasted his hand against the prince's forehead to test the temperature. It was still rather warm but - it's getting better. "Not bad but, you'll have to keep resting."

America stared blankly for a moment, "what's your favorite color?"

"That's... quite an odd question to ask out of the blue," his hand retracted, "what brought this on?"

Although America initially wanted to tell him everything in a spew of word vomit, he found himself getting quite embarrassed, squirming around while his bedsheets shifted. "Um it's nothing really- anyway- just answer the question."

In all honesty, the reason was; after the ordeal with NASA, America was enjoying his not so great dreams which were brought on by resurfaced memories.

That was, at least until one day. In this particular dream he conjured up, he was living in a little cabin together with his roommate, a certain dragon.

America loved kicking ass and showing off how awesome he was, but sometimes he also loved living a domestic life where he could just lay back and stare out the window for hours on end. Having both lives at once? That's even better! He'll be a badass at daytime and live a peaceful life with his roommate once the sun sets. Talk about a double life.

Suddenly on a particularly slow day, frantic knocks assaulted their front door. America skipped over, "I'll get it!"

Who's this sassy lost girl? Tears streamed down her eyes... digital tears. Oh great it's NASA again.

The cupboards and drawers shook as America's practically slammed the door in her face, unwilling to deal with him anymore after what happened last time. Like hell was he gonna sit back and let his domestic fantasy with Russia get ruined by this crossdressing prick!

"Waaait! I- I brought peace offerings!! I want to apologize," He wailed from outside. I guess there was some truth to those words, America figured he would've just teleported inside if he wanted to be an asshole again.

The door flew open again to display America's not so happy frown.

NASA presented a handheld sized rocket, aware of the prince's bubbling fascination with the unknown and inventions. "Here, you wanted to try taking one apart last time right? I want to clarify I did not mean to be so mean last time."

"Um, I guess going to the other gods for advise on how to coerce mortals into doing your bidding wasn't the brightest plan on my end..." he ground the tip of his foot onto the hard cold pavement, head hung low guiltily. "NATO told me I shouldn't have done that. I swear I swear I'm an innocent girl..." his tone bordered on whiny, begging to be forgiven.

NASA continued to flash the puppy dog eyes on the screen with little tears pricking the edges of his eyes. To garner sympathy points? Or perhaps genuinely apologetic?

However that shiny rocket model was making it really hard not to accept his apology. America practically drooled looking at it, wondering if it would actually work (which it probably would considering it's NASA himself that made it).

"Apology somewhat accepted, just don't use my past against me anymore-" America snatched the rocket out of NASA's grip, waltzing back inside to tear this baby apart. He half accepted the apology because NASA consulted NATO, NATO was one of the more understanding of morals compared to the rest. She'd definitely lecture NASA if he asked.