How it Should Be |CH| RUSAME|

Chpater 2

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My stomach made the weirdest sound... Like a Roblox spring... but mixed with Fortnight vibes...

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America woke up and checked the time, he was late for class! He rushed down to his class and burst in the room and sat down in the only seat that was left, right by Russia. He started to doze off again.

Russia grumbled. Of course he had to be next to America. He couldn't help the rush of blood come to his face. He looked away from the dozing American. He looked so peaceful... Russia took a deep breath, trying to stop the rush of thoughts. He tried zoning into the voice of his teacher. Thankfully it worked.

America was sleeping when all the sudden, (bell rings). He woke up startled and realized it was time for his next class. He walked past the library and used it as a shortcut. He got to his next class and couldn't fall back asleep so instead he just listened to the teacher talk.

Russia hummed, walking to his next 2 classes. After his classes were done, he headed back to campus, dreading having to wait for America to come back.

America walks back to his apartment after class. He got in there and saw that Russia wasn't there. He decided to take a shower. He went into the bathroom and didn't close the door because he thought Russia was hanging out somewhere else and wouldn't be home for a while...

Russia opened the door to the apartment, humming silently to himself, and he looked up to see America.... n-naked????? He felt the blood rush to his face, dropped everything he held, and covered his eyes immediately, his heart pounding.

America was chilling in the warm shower when he heard a door open. He looked around and saw Russia. His face got hot as he quickly turned off the shower and put a towel on. "I thought you weren't gonna be home for a few hours, sorry." He felt so embarrassed as he rushed to his room. Sh!t, why did I do that, he thought to himself.

Russia refused to pull his hands away from his face. He didn't want to see anything ever again. He knew he shouldn't be this embarrassed, but he felt like it was terrible to think like this. To like it. What an unholy thought. He finally peeled his hands off his face and instantly walked into his room, closing the door. He unconsciously felt for the cross necklace he tucked under his shirt, thinking about how wrong it was to feel this way.

America was lying in his bed still embarrassed. He had looked in the mirror and saw how red his face had been. He couldn't help but think about Russia. He then realized that he was starting to like Russia. Not in a friend way but... more than friends.

Russia's heart fluttered, he hated to admit it but he liked America a little more than he was willing to admit. He had been feeling this for a long time... A long long time. He sighed. America wasn't gay. Russia himself was just fucked up.

America was very tired and he looked at the time. Midnight. No wonder he was so tired. Then he fell fast asleep.

Russia looked at the box that still contained some stuff. Pencils, stray papers, and even photos. But there was one half-empty bottle of you know what, and he was soooo ready to escape the world. He took a swig, thinking, 'what could go wrong?'

America woke up and heard some footsteps. He got up and went to Russia's room and saw an empty you know what bottle on the floor. Great now he was going to have to help Russia. "You good Russia?" he asked.

Russia was sprawled against his bed. When he heard the American, his head turned to look at him. He mumbled, "ты довольно милый," then laughed a little to himself, burying his face into the covers. He kind of hoped America couldn't understand Russian.

America understood Russian and was flattered. He couldn't help but start looking at Russias you know what. "Oh? I mean, you're pretty cute too." he said in a flirty way, smirking.

Russia's face burned, and he covered his face, "Неетттттттттттт," he yelled into his pillow, "Aye, Coomer're" He said with a heavy accent, slurring his words.

America walked over to Russias bed and layed down. He grabbed a blanket and got comfy. He was thinking about... doing it. He placed a hand on Russias thigh.

Russia hugged America, humming a little bit, not thinking about anything in particular. Just a bunch of slurred drunk thoughts. He didn't want to think anyway, burying his head in Ame's neck.

America enjoyed Russia's hug and hugged him back, slipping his hands under Russies shirt. He could feel the contrast of his cold hands and Russ' warm body. "I love you Russ"

Russia shivered at the cold of Ame's hands, "я luve yu tu," He hummed, tracing objects on america's back, putting his hands around America's lean frame

America began to catch itself looking at the Russians, you know what. He began to slide his hand down to Russia, you know what. He thought of such dirty thoughts, but he liked it.

Russia writhed, blushing. He whimpered as he felt something from under his belt. "Whatever you're going to do, do it already," he whined.

America started unlooping Russia's belt, and stopped when he heard a door open.

Russia heard the door open, and instinctively pushed America of him, and in came Germany. Of course. At least it wasn't someone who gossips a lot. "I-" Germany started, struggling to comprehend the sight. "I'm gonna leave....."