That Omega-(Rusame)(CH)

Chapter 8.

(WOOOOOOOO ANOTHER CHAPTER!)

3rd Pov
As days passed...
America had finally achieved Russia's approval for his food, which only made America more motivated.
But cheerful as well.
As for Russia, things seemed to have gone downhill for his and Germany's relationship. As Germany focused more and more on his work, he'd eventually drifted away from Russia. Which ultimately ended in breaking up.

Russia was sad, all he'd ever wanted was children of his own and a loving partner who'd be supportive and loving. All he'd ever wanted was just a large family and wonderful kids. Where should he start!?
Finding a new partner? Should he start online dating? Should he go on blind dates as China recommended?
He'd huffed in disappointment as he'd threw the newspaper onto the dining table, not really reading it of course.

"Is something wrong?"

Russia turned his head to America, whose head popped into the dining room.

"Nothing at all, just thinking about-"

'Ding'

Springing up from his seat he'd walked to America and grabbed onto America's hand, lifting America's hand to his lips and gently placing a small kiss to America's hand.

"Neverrmind, I have found it."

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America gulped as he'd sat down at a very lavishly decorated restaurant, fancy menu, expensive food, rich people showering their beloved ones with expensive items.
His eyes frantically glancing around the place, it was a little bit too nice... Of course he appreciated Russia for inviting him to dinner, but HERE!?
Russia smiled as he'd lifted his wine glass, "To a wonderful night." He'd said.

"To a wonderful night..." America replied back, raising his glass as well and clinked it with Russia's glass.
"So... why are we here, Russia...?" America asked with a tinge of hesitation.

"Dinnerr of course."

Russia replied with a smile, which made America feel a little weirder knowing that the russian man can smile.

"But of courrse I need to ask you something important, Amerrica."

"Yes...?" America replied.

"You see, I don't have time or patience for a mate. Especially I don't have time with random strangers who have the potential to use me for my money and power..."

Russia's voice lowered as he'd explained, he'd carefully sipped his wine and leaned his back against his seat. His eyes seemingly to track every movement of the American, as if he was prey.

"Now, I'm gonna ask this once. America, will you do the honor of being my mate?"

"..."

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The drive home was quite, of course it was...
Russia sighed and seemed irritated, America shifted in his seat and tried to avoid any looks from Russia.
Russia's suit was stained from red wine as for America, his suit was stained from grease and expensive caviar.
The two silently sat as the street lights scurried across the car windows.

As the car approached the mansion, Russia stopped at the gates to grab the mail before stumbling into the seat and driving to the mansion entrance.
"I'm sorry Russia..."

"It's fine, now get some rrest."

America and Russia gotten out of the car and walked to the entrance, the two entered and quickly walked to their rooms.
Upon reaching his room, America changed and tossed himself onto the bed, hugging his pillow.
Russia wanted him to be his mate...? Why?
It was such a shocking question that America had kicked their table and spilled Russia's wine onto Russia's suit. And tipping oved his plate of steak and caviar crackers.
Which in the end, Russia still had to pay.

Why him...? Of course there were better possibilities out there, with russia's looks he was sure to get attention. But what he did say was right, most people were in it for the money and power. Would they ever care for Russia if they dated him? Probably not...

America sat thinking, before bringing out a piece of paper from the nightstand and writing out the pros and cons of dating Russia.
In which he had to stop after the pros were outnumbering the cons, when he noticed the time.
'2:13'
WAYYY PAST HIS REGULAR SLEEPING SCHEDULE.
So with no further to do, America gotten snug in his bed and curled up comfortably and dozed off...

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(Done :))