"Hanging with the tall guy"

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Russia POV

I woke up with a killer headache probably due to drinking vodka after delivering the suit to Italy I feel like I should hang out with friends but to thin about it most of my friends are just co workers working for my dad the only real friends I had made was America and Japan maybe I should hangout with them.

I pull up my phone and call America I hope he answers because I don't really know. As my phone starts ringing I thought about canceling the call but the little bitch answer already. "Hey Russia" he said in his joyful tone that I kind of admired for some reason.

Russia "Hey Meri do you might want to hang out today"?

America "I was going to do stuff today but I could hangout with you instead".

Russia "No no you should do whatever you need to do".

America "No Russia I need a break from it anyways."

Russia "Oh so well were should we hangout then"?

America "You are the one the invited me to hang out you silly Russian" He laughs a little

Russia "We could go out to the park and talk"

America "Sure but that kinds of sound like a date thought"

I felt my cheeks slowly warm up I never felt thing feeling before and I was unable to speak then Meri said "Hey Russia you there"? "Oh yeah that sounds great" I said faster then a falling star and slam my phone into it the table making it dent. I should get ready but why do I actually kind of feel nervous an what was that feeling when America made that joke I felt embarrassed before but not like that.

America POV

Well South Africa can wait I mean I just got shot so I should just hang out with Russia today maybe heal a bit. I hope that Russia does not ask why I am limping due to me getting shot in my leg. It only scrapped my side so it should be fine.

I get ready and go to the park and not to my surprise Russia there.

Time Skip~

Me and Russia talked about childhood thing and it turns out we have way more in common then we think. We both like the same color, movies and more.

Russia POV

Me and America are having a great time talking his joke are really funny and he so happy. But you know what I haven't seen his eyes before what do they look like. I soon ask him "What do your eyes look like"? I ask with curiosity America looks shocked and declines but I insist. I keep saying things like "they can be that bad" , "Come on show me" , "please". Soon he gives in and takes them off.

I look at his eyes and they are beautiful blue color and the sparkle like stars in the night sky he is perfect with his white smooth skin, his funky hair style, his eyes and most importantly his joyful personality. Soon we split up and I go home and shower and drink vodka before going to bed. But when I lay in bed I keep thinking about America and how cute and hot he is..... WAIT WHAT THE FUCK I AM THINKING I am not gay right but I think about America again. Fuck I think I maybe be gay.

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