One thing has always been clear about Russia and America: They hated each other. It was no surprise; after all, their parents had despised each other, so naturally, their children would hate each other as well.
Russia and America had just gotten ou...
I may have worded my explanation of the last chapter the wrong way, but that was NOT the end of the whole book. There are way too many loose ends and I'm not leaving it at just that.
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This humor is kind of advanced, but I still love it.
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-*Russia's POV*- (Yes, finally)
Russia loved this feeling. Perhaps a little too much.
He knew he probably shouldn't, but he did.
He loved having America rest his head on his shoulder, while both of them just appreciated the view. He loved how they could just enjoy each other's company here without being judged. He loved everything about this moment. He wished he could pause time and stay like this forever.
Russia hated that he loved it. This was supposed to be his mortal enemy. The one who made his childhood miserable, and then grew up to be a cocky pain in the ass. And yet here he was, watching the waterfall with him and holding him in his arms, right after telling him about his insecurities and troubled past. He blamed it on the alcohol.
Though, regardless of all of this, Russia still wished they could stay like this, just intertwined with each other without a care in the world.
And they did for a little longer. For a while, neither of them moved, but eventually, America pried himself out of Russia's embrace and stood up. Russia tried to hide the disappointment on his face.
"We need to go," America declared sadly, "It's..." He looked down at his phone to determine the time, "...2:43 AM"
Russia's eyes widened. "It's that late?" America nodded in agreement, and sighed.
For a moment, America looked as if he were contemplating something. Then, he smiled and hesitantly offered Russia a hand to help him up.
Russia, not wanting to be impolite, took it.
"Thanks."
"Mhm."
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The two countries quickly decided that they couldn't go back to Russia's house, because it was too far. The closest place to where they were was UK's house, but Russia sure as hell wasn't going to put America through that.
He paused. Since when did he care about America's feelings? He should want to go to UK's house, just to make America miserable. He hated America, right?
Yet, he couldn't quite bring himself to do it.
"Shit," America hissed suddenly, causing Russia to glance over curiously.
"The wristbands. I completely forgot about them. We have to go back to Germany's house." America muttered, causing Russia to groan in annoyance.
