Forget Me Or Forget Me Not | Countryhumans (RusAme)

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐭.𝐈𝐈𝐈

Info for this Chapter: 1 USD = 31.1221 RUB and 1.00 RUB = 0.0321315 USD in the 1940s

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The four of them were gathered in the lobby again, but this time, USSR announced they would be heading to the Kremlin Palace for their meeting. From what he's been told, America was expecting some grand and perhaps slightly elegant building closely relating to Buckingham Palace or perhaps the palace of Versailles - though he has very few recollection on what it looked like. Apparently the original meeting place suggested was the Palace of the Soviets but since it was only but a mere foundation with all construction paused due to the invasion from the Germans, they weren't going to risk being out in the open where they could be spotted so the Kremlin would have to do for the time being.

The four of them got into two vehicles waiting for them outside of the inn. Stalin and USSR were to ride in a vehicle together, of course and America expected RSFSR to join them but was stunned when said Soviet state opted to instead accompany America, who had originally expected to be on his own. USSR seemed quite surprised by this as well.

"Вы уверены, РСФСР? Вы хотите поехать с Америкой? (Are you sure, RSFSR? You want to go with America?)" Soviet asked, an eyebrow raised at his son before his cold gaze turned to pierce right into America's soul. Even with no knowledge on the Russian language, he knew Soviet disapproved. It didn't take a genius to see and America was, in fact, no genius.

Russia nodded as he replied evenly, "Да, я уверен, отец. Я буду в порядке. Я могу о себе позаботиться, и я сомневаюсь, что этот американец попытается что-то сделать на нашей территории, в любом случае. (Yes, I'm sure, Father. I'll be fine. I can take care of myself and I doubt this American would try anything on our territory, anyway.)" And while Soviet still seemed dissatisfied, he relented and didn't question it any further considering they had more pressing issues. The tall red country just nodded reluctantly and turned to climb into his vehicle after Stalin and leaving the other two countries standing side by side awkwardly for a while. Russia kept his gaze trained ahead of them and America found the pavement quite interesting. Eventually though, the Russian sighed and opened their vehicle door and turned to the American.

"Get in and let's go. I do not vant to be late bekause of you," he huffed and America raised an eyebrow at him before climbing in, sitting and turning to face the window as Russia climbed in after him. For a while, the two of them were silent during the ride. America had taken out some papers he brought with him - work from back home he had to do even while he was away. He hadn't gotten to it the night before and wasn't sure how much time he'll have that day to complete it so he's doing it on the road. It wasn't anything fun, just calculations from the Treasury, State Office, Congress and other boring things from what America could see.

"What is zat?" America blinked and looked over, his gaze meeting with Russia's who had apparently been watching him work. How long he had been staring, America had no idea but it was weird either way. Still, the other seemed genuinely curious and a small bit of him hoped this could start to repair their old friendship. The striped country gave him a smile and shrugged.

"Some boring paperwork from my capital. I still have to do it even while I'm here," he sighed and Russia nodded slowly, looking like he wanted to say more but hesitated. A minute passed and America turned back to his papers to continue working when Russia spoke up again.