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...
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There's a cat that lives at my school, and he kinda just wanders around. He doesn't really trust people, but since I started feeding him, he's warmed up to me. I named him Ursa, after one of your comments a while back.
Fun fact: At the moment, the Russian Ruble is worth less than monopoly money.
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-*America's POV*-
As always, Russia did all the work cooking while America sat there on his phone. Although, neither of them minded. Russia enjoyed cooking, and America enjoyed eating the food he made. It was a win-win.
So, after Russia had finished cooking, he got two bowls and poured the soup into them.
America, noticing that he put considerably more in his own, opened his mouth to complain, only to be surprised by Russia giving the larger portion to him.
"I-What? Why'd you give more to me?" He questioned, causing Russia to shrug nonchalantly. "I'm not hungry." He simply responded.
America frowned. "But... you never eat." he pointed out, beginning to worry for Russia.
Russia furrowed his eyebrows slightly. "Yes I do," he argued, "I had that pizza slice yesterday..."
America sighed, knowing he wouldn't budge easily. So, instead of trying to talk, he quickly swapped the bowls, giving Russia the larger one.
Russia looked read to argue, but America quickly silenced him. "If you swap them back, I'll ask your siblings what the nickname means." he threatened , and Russia quickly closed his mouth
Russia scoffed. "Since when do you care whether I eat or not?" he asked, no doubt trying to sound hostile. Although, he failed at this, as America detected a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"Of course I care." He responded, tilting his head, "I don't want you to starve yourself."
Russia sighed, knowing he couldn't argue, and began eating his soup. America watched him eat for a bit, before realizing that he probably looked creepy. He quickly looked down at his soup and began eating it.
That's an advantage of wearing the sunglasses, America mused, He can't tell when I'm staring.
Although, America had stopped wearing his sunglasses around Russia. He wasn't sure why he felt comfortable without them around Russia, but he suspected it was because he trusted the slav. And although he would never admit it, also because he liked it when Russia complemented his eyes.
A little while later, Russia spoke again, snapping America out of his thoughts. "Thank you, Америка." He said, surprising the capitalist.
"For what?" He chuckled, and tilted his head in confusion.
Russia appeared to think for a moment. Then, he looked up at America with a look of certainty.
"For caring."
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For nearly the rest of the meal, the room was filled with an awkward silence; America grateful for what Russia had said, and Russia worrying he had said too much.
As America finished up his soup, he finally spoke, breaking the tension in the room. "That was really good!" he remarked, actually meaning it, "What is it called?"
"Борщ. Traditional Russian food." He said, before a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. "Well, Ukraine claims it's hers, as does Poland and a few others. Although, this specific recipe is mine." (Борщ=Borsht. Basically a red soup made primarily out of beetroot.)
America smiled. "It's really good."
Russia, not knowing how else to respond, just nodded in gratitude.
America, not wanting another awkward silence, quickly scrambled for something to say. Then, suddenly, it struck him. A mischievous look slowly grew on his face, causing Russia to look at him with a concerned expression.
America cleared his throat. "How is Switzerland similar to a neutron?" he asked, making Russia furrow his eyebrows.
"Wha-" He began, but the realization struck him mid-sentence, as his look of confusion suddenly transformed into one of disappointment. "Oh... No. Don't you dare say-" He warned, although he was cut off by America.
"They're both always neutral!" He said, barely able to contain his laughter. He knew it wasn't a good joke, but it was so stupid to the point where it was funny. And Russia's reaction only made it ten times better.
Russia let out a exaggerated sigh. "That was the worst dad joke I have ever heard. You would make a great father."
America raised an eyebrow. "Why? Are you offering?" He joked, knowing it would make Russia flustered. The only reason why he wanted to make him embarrassed was for payback. Obviously not because he enjoyed seeing the taller country like that.
As he had guessed, Russia's face flushed red just as soon as he realized what America had said.
"What?" America said innocently, "That's what happens when two men love each other very much, now isn't it Ruski? And you would know a lot about that, considering the books you read." He teased, although not rudely.
Russia stared down at his soup, no doubt trying to hide the fact that he was blushing. He ate a few spoonfuls before finally looking up again, only to meet America's gaze, which was challenging him to say something else.
"As much as you probably wish you could have a child with another man, Америка..." He began matter-of-factly, causing the smirk to disappear off America's face, "You can't. You see, it only works when a man and a woman-"
"STOP, STOP, STOP, YOU WIN!" America yelped, covering his ears, "I'm too innocent for this!"
At this, Russia snorted. America, seeing the disbelief on his face, frowned and uncovered his ears. "What?" He snapped, his face still burning.
Russia raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "You? Innocent? That's like saying Canada is rude. Or that you're straight."
America scoffed in mock anger. Although, he was scared at how close to the truth Russia had gotten with that second part. "How dare you?!" He gasped, pretending to sound upset, "I'm the most innocent country there is!"
He decided to ignore the other remark, hoping Russia wouldn't notice.
"Really?" Russia asked, and scoffed in disbelief, "Does that mean you'll stop flirting with me, then?"
America snorted. "Flirting... with you...? Pfft- I'd never do such a thing." He said, pretending to act disgusted. Although, in reality, he actually quite enjoyed the back-and-forth joking flirts between them.
"Sure." He said, still sounding unconvinced. "Anyways, you never denied that you're not straight." Russia pointed out with a smirk.
America wasn't sure why, but he had a sudden, strong urge to wipe the smug expression off the Russian's face. And so, he did something that he knew he would later regret. He told the truth.
"Yeah, and I don't plan on denying it." he retorted, looking Russia dead in the eyes, "Because I'm not straight."
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Speedrunning chapters because who needs to do homework anyways!
