ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ (ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ)

Cupid

"Valentine's day.." Russia mumbled as he walked around New York city. This was the day he always dreaded, everything covered in hearts, couples everywhere, pink, red and white in every single store. It was making him nauseous.

Since highschool he never thought he would get a valentine or someone to love, after all he was a loner. Well he had some friends.

Though he hasn't talked to them in a while but over all. He was feeling very loney, wishing he had a special someone of his own. At times he would find himself being jealous of people and would cry about never finding love.

He became skeptical after a few years and decided that this so called ' Cupid ' was fake. He continued walking, he wasn't heading anywhere, he just decided to take a walk.

He sighed and looked down closing his eyes, suddenly someone bumped into him. "Oh shoot sorry!" He opened his eyes and looked around. He saw a person frantically picking up stuff from the floor. He looked as though he was in a rush.

"Im sorry" he mumbled as he picked up his stuff, Russia with the little sympathy he had helped him. "Itz nothin rreally" he said picking up some folders. He stood up and handed them to the person. Russia suddenly froze when he saw who the person before him was.

"Amerrika?!" Russia exclaimed looking at his best friend. America looked up and his eyes widen. "Russia!" They smiled at each other. It had been a long time since they've seen each other.

"What are you doing here?" Said America taking the folders from Russia's hand. "I could askk zou ze zame zing" replied the Russian. "Well I'm here to pass the holidays, how about you?" He asked, Russia though about it for a second. "I forrgott" he said pulling his phone out. He usually had dates for whatever he was going to do.

As he was scrolling through his to-do list, America found a nearby bench close enough to Russia so he didn't loose him. He started to order his papers, thankfully he didn't loose any of them. Russia finally found the date and read what he had planned for that day.

•Visit America, his face turned a little red when he read that, he had planned to visit his friend. It hurt him a little to say that, but he brushed it off as he went to help America out.

After a few minutes they were done and America stood up. "Thanks Russ, I guess I'll see you around?" He said facing the Russian. Russia didn't want America to leave to he grabbed onto his hand.

America sighed and smiled, "wanna come with me?" He asked him, the Russian's eyes lit up and nodded rapidly, he stood up towering over the American. America lead the way to his house while Russia just stared at him, looking at his body features. His fluffy white hair, his extraordinary style of clothing.

The way he smiled, after a few seconds he found himself staring at his ass-

His face became red and he covered his mouth, he was internally cursing himself, he was so weird, why would he be staring at his best friend's body.

He was still confused when America found a taxi, he was forced in by America,(ik you dirty minds out there) while he sat in the front seat. "Where shall I be taking you lads?" Said the driver.

"250 acorn street" Said America handing him some money, the driver nodded and started driving. Russia kept staring at America the whole time, occasionally he would stare back and smile.

America made the Russian feel different.. he liked it, how he made him feel. He would feel warm inside when he would smile, it wasn't long before they got to America's house, he thanked the driver and got of Russia following close behind.

Once they entered America's house, America closed the door and went into the living room, he placed is belongings on a coffee table. "Are you hungry?" He asked, Russia nodded, America gave him a remote for the TV while he went into the kitchen.

Russia smiled and found a show to watch shortly after. When the food was ready America called Russia over and they started eating. After they were done, they both washed their plates and headed to the living room to watch a movie.

"Zo you havve any, Водка?" He asked America, the American nodded and went into the kitchen, he came back with a bottle and gave it to Russia. He chugged it down already feeling a bit light headed. He went into the kitchen without the American noticing.

He easily found the cabinet where America kept the drinks at and found another bottle, he went back into the living room and chugged down the other bottle, by this time he was drunk, very drunk.

America took notice of this and laughed at Russia who was dancing and laughing as well. After a while Russia knelt down beside America and rested his head on America's legs.

America giggled causing the Slav to blush, out of nowhere he stood up and picked the American up too, he was surprisingly light. They stared at each other, America grabbed onto the Russian's shoulders. They got closer and closer as a little gap was created between their mouths.

Russia stared at America who was also looking at him, suddenly Russia closed the gap making America's eyes widen but soon he relaxed. America brought his hand up Russia's hair pulling him closer. After a while they separated.

They looked at each other, America was a blushing mess looking away from the Slav while Russia just smiled. He brought America to the couch and snuggled up with him.

He had secretly dreamed of this moment for a long time, fantasizing about it, now it became true. They enjoyed each other's embrace.

"So, what are we now?" Asked the American making the Russian smile even more. "Я тебя люблю" he mumbled, he could practically feel America smile.

Mabye cupid wasn't that much of an asshole..

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Fucking done.

I feel like this was short but im more of an angst person-

Sooo yeah, im done with this oneshot that someone requested

Y'KNOW WHO YOU ARE

alr bye!