RUSAME - one shots

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬

"You know, you cannot keep doing this."

Eyes glazed over with fatigue, Russia peered down at the top of America's head, burrowed into his threadbare sweater hard enough it was questionable how he was breathing air.

"Doing what."

"What do you think?" Impatient, Rus took hold of America's chin and jerked it upwards until their eyes met. "Getting high and then watching illegal blood-cursed Japanese horror films for six hours in the dark, then coming over here in panic thinking you will die."

"Canadian."

"What?"

"'T was a Canadian movie actually."

"I do not give even one rat's ass," Russia replied, and skimmed the freckle on Ame's upper lip with a rapid thumbnail. Saints, that thing was distracting.

"Pleeze, Russie," America mumbled, squeezing handfuls of his sweater in shaking hands. "You gotta let me stay. On account of the monsters."

"Yes, monsters," Rus murmured dubiously. "For sure."

"The ENTITY. It's— it's an evil thing, and it's— evil. And it talks to you. From the ceiling."

"And says what?" One hand braced still on Ame's flushed face, Rus locked the door again, closed the window shutters.

"Oh, bad things. It can make you do stuff. AGHH it makes you do terrible stuff."

"Mm. What am I going to do against ceiling monster, America? Why are you safe here?"

"Because." Something unexpected tugged, hard and hot, in the base of Russia's stomach at the utterly earnest way Ame looked up at him, bloodshot haziness notwithstanding. "You're not afraid of anything."

"Oh." Muscles twitched down his throat, flex and release. Not true. Not true but Ame didn't need to know that, really. "Yeah."

America laughed when Russia picked him up, looping both arms around his neck and wriggling his hips snug against his body. "Where're we going?"

"Bed."

"Aw, boring."

"I have work tomorrow, luchik," he muttered, conscious of America's eyes, enormous and glassy, fixed like a lifeline two inches from the side of his face. The stairs creaked mournfully as he mounted them, and he actually felt the tremor pass through Ame's body when he flicked out the light.

"...No."

"Yes."

"Do you have to make it dark?"

"It is 2 in morning."  

"Russia—" He raised himself over Rus's shoulder, reaching for the light switch, but swiped at nothing but air, toppling off balance and nearly falling over.

"Hey." Unceremonious, Russia let Ame slip through his arms and onto the bed with a thump and whine of bed springs. "You do not need it light, da? You have me." The rough sweater passed over his eyes as he shucked it, and over the bunched fabric he locked eyes with America— sprawled over his mattress like he'd just fallen from a skyscraper, face in such an earnest, drugged-up expression of admiration it brought a blotchy rush of blood to Russia's cheeks.

"Oh yeah. I forgot."

"Saints, America." Rus sat heavily next to Ame's prone body. "This weed, is it expired or something like?"

"Mmmgh."

Russia's covers were soft and heavy, and he pulled them up around America with meticulous care until he realized he must look like a babysitter tucking in their charge, and retreated to his own pillow. Sleep tugged on his eyelids like lead weights, and his brain felt lined with cotton batting, but somehow alertness wouldn't leave. He remained stubbornly awake, eyeing America's sharp profile across the mattress. 

Ame's large eyes flicked like a ping-pong match of paranoia to one corner of the room. Then another. Then another. Back to the dark mouth of Rus's closet door— across the ceiling— another corner. Russia felt faintly seasick. With a rustle of bedclothes, he reached over to squeeze Ame's chin and turn him to his side.

"Why do you do this sh!t, hm?" America wrapped two clumsy hands around Rus's wrist, and Russia drew him closer, on instinct more than anything. America never went back to the same self-destructive behavior twice; he came up with some new and wildly creative method four times weekly and dragged Russia headlong into the fray of it.

"To feel something," America whispered, drawing close enough to breathe it right into his ear. Russia sighed through his nose and cupped one hand across the back of the smaller's head, dragging a thumb along the tense muscles in his neck.

"There are other things to feel."

America wriggled backwards, bracing one quivering hand on either side of Russia's face, his fevered fingertips burning like match tips.

"I think... I have a crush on you," he mumbled, slightly cross-eyed. Russia snorted.

"I would f—king hope so. We have been dating eight months now, no?"

"You counted?"

Rus sighed, tipping his head back into the cold, still air to make the blood rush fade. Yes, he had counted. Every day of it.

"Will you go sleep now?"

"I can't."

"Try."

Even off paranoia-inducing stimulants, Ame was twitchy if he tried to stay still. On them, it sounded as though he was fighting with some small animal, rolling over and pulling the blankets up and then down. On his stomach. On his back. Knees curled up to his chest. Russia endured this as long as he could before mumbling a curse, grabbing America by the waist, and dragging him backwards into his chest, where he crossed both arms over Ame's slight frame like a straitjacket.

"You are okay," he murmured, "Vsyo v poryadke. Vuy v bezopasnasti."*

The feeling of tension draining, slow yet steady, from America's shoulders like water as he relaxed into Rus's hold brought an unconscious smile to Russia's face.

"Vuy v bezopasnasti," he repeated, nonsensically, and drew the sign of the cross over America's chest with the flat of his thumb. He could protect America from ceiling monsters, yeah. The problem was protecting America from his own self.

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* Vsyo v poryadke. Vuy v bezopasnasti — Everything is okay.  You are safe.

why did i make this so  sappy. thats my bad guys i found it half written deep in my notes app and have literally no memory of making it although i must have done it right after i watched skinamarink which is the featured canadian horror movie (DONT WATCH THAT BTW i am traumatized permanently) ANYWAY i hope u enjoyed todays episode.  i am ever so sorry for neglecting this book for a bit but i have some v special plans coming up!! stay tuned etc =D

OUGH and btw make sure youre being responsible and smart about ur recreational activities!!!!pls do not let my rusame wattpad one shot peer pressure u into doing anything you wouldn't otherwise!!!! that is all now bye bye