How it Should Be |CH| RUSAME|

Chapter 3

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I love being a woman

I can hide things on my person, and no one will find it... because that's be sexual assult

Rehehehehe

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America felt embarrassed but heard the front door open then close. He knew that Germany wasn't coming back any time soon. "Well, I guess it's almost time for school..." He got up and went to get dressed for the day.

"It's that early already?" Russia mumbled. He was slowly getting sober. He walked to the kitchen to get a drink of water, and felt much more sober. But he didn't feel very good. He knew after these nights, he was gonna get a trash hangover. He groaned, already feeling the acid in his stomach and walked into the bathroom incase of emergency.

America was eating breakfast. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened. He wanted to do it again but he didn't think Russia did. He was getting upset at the thought but just shook it off. "Russ? Can I ask you a weird question?" He knew it was a stupid question but he had to at least try.

Russia humed a response leaning over the sink, washing his face, "Mhh vat ees it?" he said slurred, his throat was dry from... he didn't know why his throat felt dry.

America knew he couldn't turn back now. Nervously he stuttered "Uh, so last night had me thinking... Um, will you maybe be my bf?" Nope, definitely no turning back now. He had to say it.

Russia went red. He couldn't really remember last night, but he remembered some..... things..... He covered his face with his hands to hide his flustered face. "Amerrica we barely know each other, " He squeaked, but what he said wasn't very true. He knew America more than he was ever willing to admit. "But, Surre-"

America got up and started heading for the door grabbing his hoodie. His face felt hot but he hid it. "I love you Russie.." He left for class and felt sleepy. Ugh, he thought, guess ill just sleep in class.

Russia hummed goodbye, his face burned. His crush. HIS crush. The one who hated him the most. What? How? He ended up skipping school, a killer hangover making him throw up thankfully in the toilet. He groaned. f hangovers

America got to class and waited for Russ to come. After the class was over and Russ never came, he felt sober. He walked to his next class and fell asleep.

Russia laid in his bed, not feeling the best, but he couldn't help but think of what happened last night... He groaned, rubbing his eyes. He put earbuds in and put on some music to try to drown the world away, and ended up falling asleep. When he woke up it was around 2:30. He didn't know America's schedule, when or what or how many classes he put into his schedule, and it was killing him to know when he'd come home. 

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I think either chapter 4 or 5 is when it gets really weird

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