This Is Just Between Us

Party date

America pov
(art by my pumpkin crowsong on YouTube, Tumblr, and Wattpad {Rainbowstar772} )

Once we were done shopping we decided to have a meeting with Canada at a clothing store.
Once we were there we saw Canada, she was wearing just a bra under an open flannel and what people call daisy dukes.
Russia:"Hey syrup slut! We're here!"
Russia yelled running over to her, taking me by the hand.
Canada:"Hey! I heard you two are going to the party tomorrow."
America:"Yeah, we- I just want to make sure Mexico is ok. He just wants to get drunk and bother me."
Canada:"And see you in a tight as hell dress, which I have picked out several of!"
When she showed us the dresses….
America:"Those are pretty revealing…"
Russia:"I love them."
I go red.
Canada;"You have a girlfriend yet you're drooling over my brother?"
Russia made a shy and embarrassed laugh.
Canada:"Cheating?"
Russia:"A make out is not cheating!"
Canada's jaw dropped and I looked panicked.
Canada:"Oh mon dieu oh mon dieu OH MON PUTAIN DE DIEU !  TOI ET LA RUSSIE SE FONT FAIRE ?!- Je suis défoncé- mais je ne l'ai pas fait... MERDE !  La Russie triche... Je promets de ne le dire à personne d'autre que ceux à to MADE OUT?!- am I high- but I haven't... HOLY SHIT! Russia's cheating.... I promise to tell no one, other than those I have to tell, which is mom and dad. Aussie would lose her shit…)"
America:"Canada, vous ne pouvez PAS le dire à maman !  Elle va devenir folle !(Canada you can NOT tell mom! She'll go crazy!)"
Canada:"Amérique, je n'ai pas le choix.  Protocole familial.(America, I don't have a choice. Family protocol.)"
America:"Qu'est-ce que tu entends par "protocole familial" ?!(What do you mean 'family protocol' ?!)"
Canada:"C'est une question pour maman et tu le sais.  Je ne fais pas les règles de la famille grand frère, je les suis juste, et juste pour votre information, je veux dire celles que même notre grand-père que je n'ai jamais rencontré doit suivre.(That's a question for mom and you know that. I don't make the family rules big bro, I just follow them, and just for your information I mean the ones even our grandpa which I have never met have to follow.)"
Russia:"Can someone speak a language I understand pretty please with 3 cherries and a jar containing a fairy?"
America:"I have never heard anyone say the pretty please sentence like that-"
Russia:"Well now you have! Now try this one on-"
The dress he's holding out is black with the sides being criss crossed ribbons, it was very short and had a very deep V neck, it also had off the shoulder sleeves with lace trimming. It also looked like it was going to pronounce my body shape.
Canada:"That is the most lewd dress out of them all-"
Russia just looked at me and I took the dress into a changing room.
Once I put it on I looked at myself and saw I looked good in the dress, but it was too lewd for my tastes.
America:"It's too reveal-"
I then had a blue dress that was very short in the front but got somewhat longer in the back, it has a less deep but still deep V neck that has good trimming, it also had off the shoulder sleeves but also straps for support I guess. The sleeves were long and had silver and gold swirled around it, reminding me of what happens when one of my family members gets too upset.
I put it on and I kind of feel like cheap royalty.
It hides my arms somewhat but I still don't like how revealing it is.
Eventually I was given a red and dusty pink dress.
It also had a V neck and was fairly short, but the V neck was connected to the rest of the dress by more criss cross ribbons, it again had off the shoulder sleeves and somehow made my body pop even more. It was easy to move in somehow and wasn't as revealing.
It was still revealing but I can deal with this.
When I walked out in it I noticed Russia has a pile of outfits too.
All matching the dresses I was given….
He's trying to match… that's adorable.
The outfit he's in is a dark dusty pink jacket over a blood red shirt, the jacket also had dirty red roses embroidered into it, he's wearing ripped jeans that are such a dark gray they're almost black.
It seems he's noticed me.
Canada:"We were waiting to see what dress you picked so we can know what color or stilettos to get you!"
Canada then pulled out a box holding a pair of stilettos in the same color as Russia's jeans, along with a pair of long dusty pink gloves with a bright, dark, and dirty red rose pattern.
I put them on and Canada pushed us together.
She took a picture and showed us….
Russia:"Ha, we match perfectly! We look kinda like a couple- if we were dating in highschool we'd totally be the cutest pair."
I went bright red and tried to hide my face.
Canada:"Please, Ukraine and I are cuter."
I smirked.
America:"Nope! Even if I didn't have anxiety I wouldn't have confessed to him because I wouldn't want you and Ukraine to lose that title."
Russia:"That's another reason I bullied him, for the sake of you and my brother to still shine."
Canada looked ticked off as me and Russia fist bumped, completely aware we pissed her off.
Canada:"You're lucky I care about you Russia or I would've told Israel what you and my brother have been doing."
We went silent, looked at each other, and then looked away from each other.
Canada:"Y'all are redder than Japan when south proposed at prom."
Russia:"It's just embarrassment!"
I nodded very quickly.
At this point we're both aware of what we're doing…
Canada:"Your secret is safe with me, it's about time you started looking for other and better options, but my brother?"
Russia:"High School and middle school."
Canada took a second to process before face palming.
Canada:"Do you-"
Russia:"Not anymore."
A sigh of relief came from Canada as a response to what Russia said.
Canada:"Anyways! So are we getting these?"
Russia looked at me and I nodded.
Then we heard a buzz.
Russia took his phone off of a bench he put it on.
He then looked all around the place, he had left his screen face up so I saw there was a message from Israel saying she knows what he's doing.
He ran back over after checking everywhere he could.
America:"She says she thinks you're buying her a dress-"
Russia:"Perfect excuse! I did see a pastel purple dress that'll fit her very nicely."
He took me by the hand and Canada by the braid.
Canada:"Hey! I did those just this morning! Plus it hurts!"
Russia didn't listen, he just kept dragging us over to the counter, after we changed of course.
Once we bought everything, including the purple dress Russia and I went to pick up the kids.
Russia:"Alright, I have to give my cheating and lying ass girlfriend this dress. I'll be back probably by tonight, me and your dad have ... .plans."
New York:"Are you two going to-"
Russia:"WHOA WHOA WHOA! IT AIN'T LIKE THAT! We're going to be talking about what we're going to do."
America:"We have a lot to do at that party."
Florida:"Is someone going to jump off a roof?"
Russia:"Knowing a lot of the students from our highschool go to our college?"
America:"We'd be lucky if that's all that happens."
Washington:"Jesus- what was your highschool like?!"
Russia:"If hell was a 24/7 drug filled party."
America:"Don't forget that at least half of the students were arrested at least once."
Russia:"You won't believe who got arrested in the band."
America:"She didn't."
Russia:"It was the first time Jill ever touched alcohol, I had to pretend to be her step father 'Willow' because she had to call someone. I had to use some of Abby's makeup to pretend to be human, I was wearing a fucking wig to hide my actual hair! Sally was pretending to be her mother, don't forget that Sally developed very early so she was able to convince them that she was an adult. We got her bail and were able to get her arrest off her record."
I bursted out laughing at that fact.
Russia:"She never touched alcohol ever again, she said the only drinks she'll be drinking is fruit juice and lemon water."
America:"She's cleaner than me-"
Kansas:"I'm sorry what-"
Russia:" Ok that's enough highschool talk! We're at your house. I gotta get to my dorm!"
He gave me the bags that held our outfits and the stuff we're going to use to ruin San Marino's car and ran off with the bag holding that ugly purple dress.
Not kidding, that dress looks like something my mom both high and drunk, would wear to a highschool party before ripping it off and probably sitting in a pool naked.
She's told me stories about her highschool life, she refused to bring up how dad affected her highschool life.
Something about how it brings up part of her past she wishes she never had along with people who she cut out of her life.
Mom is so secretive…
I hadn't noticed I walked into my room till I saw I had sketched out my mom when she was young, or what I assume she looked like.
Poofy dress, pigtails, and a bright smile.
I smiled and sent her a picture of it, only for her to respond with.
'I wish that's what I looked like when I was a child… because you got the flag wrong, plus the missing go- gold crown! I was a princess.'
I think she likes it, although I would appreciate it if she told me what she looked like when she was younger.
I'm not going to ask because she hates her childhood more than her teenhode, she directly told me that since I apparently 'asked too many times ' I asked once…. She hates it that much.
I sigh and put my sketch away and wait for night.
I get a knock by the time the states are asleep.
I went to open the door and I saw a hella drunk Russia…limping.
He looks pretty beat up.
America:"WHAT HAPPENED?!"
Russia:"Rude girlfriend didn't like ugly dress! Rude girlfriend hit me with a wooden sitting thing!"
America:"Russia you're drunk ass hell and are horribly wounded! Also, what do you mean by 'wooden sitting thing' ?"
I said as I sat him down inside.
He then pointed to one of the chairs in the dining room….
America:"SHE HIT YOU WITH A CHAIR?!"
Russia pouted and nodded, how can he be acting so childish in a situation like this?!
America:"Ok Russia I'm going to need you to tell me what happened."
Russia:"Well when I got to my door room I gave rude girlfriend the ugly purple dress, she said she didn't like it and that it should be thrown away and buy her a new dress! When I told her it was really expensive and I couldn't afford a new dress she got really mad! Started yelling stuff in Hebrew! Calling me names and slurs! It made me sad so when I started to cry she grabbed the wooden sitting thing and hit me in the leg with it!"
America:"You understand Hebrew?"
Russia:"Yeah! I learned it to propose to rude girlfriend!"
America:"Is she aware you know Hebrew?"
I asked, panicked as I fixed his leg.
Russia:"Nope! She has no clue I know Hebrew!"
So she thinks she's getting away with everything she says…. She's clever but dumb.
I hug him before taking him to my room.
When we got to my room he fell on the bed laughing and smiling at me.
Russia:"Lay down with me wifey!"
America:"Russia you are wasted, I have to watch over you-"
I couldn't even finish my sentence as he had pulled me down with him and kissed me before letting go and holding me tight.
He then passed out.