Rusame one shots

You are my drug 2

Hello I actually have a lot of ideas for this story and i plan on posting and extended version of this. I will change a few things up since I don't want y'all to be rereading the same stuff.

Short chapter
- story
We ended the door the sound of my heels made our presence noticeable. "I'd please." I smiled and gave the security my ID and soon he let us in. Russia was about to walk off before I grabbed his hand. "I see the woman we atta talk to by the bar, since she likes to flirt why dontcha go over there and try and get some info. I'll be watching from the side." I gave him a wink and he rolled his eyes before heading to the bar.

Russia pov

I walked to the bar and sat down. A tall woman came up to me. "Wow you are one hunk, so what would it be cutie." She leaned on the container in a flirtatious tone. "I'll take a whisky" she left and came back with a large bottle. She poured me a cup and looked at me with passion in her eyes. "what brings ya here sweetie, I've never seen you before." She said twirling her hair around her small fingers. "drug lord."
"What"
"Does it ring any bells."

She gone quiet, "come with me in the back." She looked around cautiously and entered a back room. "I see you are a agent well here's everything you need to know about him." She through a thin folder on a small coffee table. "He's been messing up my business, you better have a plan to take him down." she walked out and left me alone to look at. I took the folder and walked outside into the main room. I saw America sitting alone drink something, trying to observing anything out of ordinary. His short dress and irritated face almost made me laugh, almost. I walked up to him, "let's leave I've got the information." He got up and held my arm, "what are you-" "are you trying to look suspicious, we basically just entered. Let's go through another exit." He whispered in my ear.  We looked around and went towards a hallway with a disgusting bathroom. "Let's exit out the window." "Wouldn't this raise more suspicion?" "Naw I'm an expert."

America stood on tippy toes, and tried reaching the window. "I wish I didn't have heels on, GOD DAMN DISGUISE!" He  took off his heel and broke the glass. "Let's get out of here, I'll go first." America took off his shoes and tried to climb the concrete wall. His suffering was starting to pain me. I rolled my eyes and put my hands around his waist. "Excuse me buddy what you think you are doing," "I'm trying to help your struggling ass."

"Oh uh sorry."
"WAIT ITS NOT WHAT- never mind lift me up."
"You should ask nicely if you don't want to get thrown."

He rolled his eyes and climbed up on the window, "grab my hand so I can get you up." He held out his hand, I grabbed it with no hesitation. "The force pulling me up made us fall out the small window landing in the snow. "OW!, ya next time let's I'll be take the door." America clicked a button on his watch, "the car will be on its way. For now let's find where to stand away from this area." We were bruised up because of the broken glass, American held his back, "I'm need to go to a chiropractor after this." "Because you're old?" He looked at me annoyed, I just smirked. "Because your fat ass fell on me." I chuckled as he continued to walk barefoot in the snow.

"You should wear the shoes- you could get frostbite. Then they'll have to chop ur feet off" he looked at me with horror. "Fine," he put on his heels. When we met a bench he threw himself on it. " I'm so killing UN after this."
" you two seem close," he looked at me while fixing his wig. "Well we used to be friends, but now it's more of a boss and employee relationship." The car soon arrived and America raced inside. He took off his shoes and wig. "Oh my god that feels amazing." He took off his sunglasses. His eyes were the color of pure gold. I didn't know it was possible. His lipstick was smeared and his legs were long and slim. His hot breath against the cold winter breeze, made a soft steam. He sat next to me and showed me his phone. " this is my dog, his name is missile launcher." "What." He giggled, " I got her from my little brother. I like showing his pictures." America proceeded to show me picture of his German shepherd. I was surprised, never in this type of agency would I see the soft side of Anyone. Everyone put on a poker face, everyone hid secrets. Why was this guy being so close, treating me like not just a partner but friend. 

"About the folder what's in it?"