Wired||The Awakening arc

Questions

Russia's eyes slowly opened, the light from his window burning his eyes. He groaned, shielding his face from the glare of the morning sunlight as he became more aware of his surroundings, slowly. 

He didn't wait long, forcing his mind awake by standing from his spot using the nightstand situated next to the bed a certain someone stole from him. 

Russia only slightly turned to gaze at America, staring at his peaceful resting face, watching his shoulders slowly rise and fall from his breathing. 

He frowned at his decision to let him sleep here. Not only was it dangerous, but it was just plain stupid. 

Russia grabbed his earpiece and left the room silently, still tired but too arrogant to sit there in peace with the other man until he awoke. 

And so the day began, Russia sitting in his usual spot at the table, looking through the news while writing reports, however, today he was writing informal reports, reports of what has gone on so far with America, assessing the situation and trying to grasp the big picture as if putting together pieces that aren't there.

So far, he hasn't gathered any information about America, he needs him it...seems but what for? He has no information that could possibly be useful to him. He put together a short thesis. I was thinking of some perfectly laid out questions that would lead him straight to a conclusion.. if America chose to cooperate and answer him truthfully. 

He grasped the door knob and opened the door quickly, sending a gust of wind towards America, who was already sitting up in the bed he fell asleep in. His hair was messy, his sunglasses were falling off his face, and he seemed a bit irritated, as if he had a headache. 

"Ah-"

Russia broke the silence with an awkward noise, catching America's attention.

"Good morning?"

"Tell me why you need my help,"

"That question is too hard for morning America to process."

They had a very short back and forth conversation before America ultimately fell back onto his side and closed his eyes, trying to go back to sleep to avoid having to answer Russia's questions only to be met with ruthless shaking.

"Get up. I have questions you need to answer."

"Stop shaking me, and maybe I will!!!"

America took a second to respond, furrowing his eyebrows in irritation from the shaking, and as he wished, the shaking stopped, and it was quiet. America sighed, turning to look at Russia that menacingly stood over him, face stern as ever. 

"Well, go on, why do you need me?? Why did you specifically take me with you what is it that you need from me even after proving I have no information you want

Russia stared deep into America's partially opened eyes, awaiting a response from the tired male.

Between the silence, he felt a twinge of something as America passed him a quick glance before resting his head upon the pillows once more. 'Longing' is the best he could describe it as the other closed his eyes and opened his mouth to talk.

"Your skills caught my attention. That's all"

Russia didn't believe that, not even for a second.

"Don't act stupid with me."

Russia spat back, yanking the blanket off of America and exposing him to the cold morning air. 

"Tell me the truth, I won't be going anywhere without proper reason."