This Is Just Between Us

It Is Time

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

After cooking and laughing to myself about America's reaction to me using his head to crack an egg I mentioned how I had to go home- more so I had to go to my dorm.
I kissed America goodbye, and gave each state a special goodbye for each of them.
Even Rhode! He got curb stomped!
I then walk outside and realize I don't have my car-
Guess I'm walking.
I sigh and look up directions before going my way.
Half through walk I hear someone clear their throat.
Russia:"Who's there?!"
Sweden:"It's me! Sweden!"
Russia:"Dude you gave me a heart attack- wait what are you doing out here-"
Sweden tinted a bit.
Sweden:"I just wanted to say hello, I've actually been wanting to say hello for a while now. I've just been too shy to do so, thought you would be mad if I even tried to speak to you."
I snort and give a small laugh.
Russia:"I'm not like that anymore, I'm a better person now."
Sweden giggled and smiled.
I'm actually starting to get uncomfortable...
I smile and wave as I walk off only to hear he's power walking up to me to walk with me.
Great...
Russia:"Is umh... is everything ok? Are you in danger, blink twice if yes."
He just continued walking with me, smiling and giggling....
Wait....
Oh shit this guy has feeling for me, I gotta break it to him that I like America- no.
He'll tell Israel and I'll be fucked!
Guess I'll just let him be....
Sweden:"Sooooo, do you have plans tomorrow?"
Russia:"I'm going to go to class, record some music with the band at America's house, and probably hang out with my siblings."
Sweden:"You got a busy day huh? Maybe you can squeeze in some time to go on a date with me?"
I gag inside my mind and form an uncomfortable smile.
Russia:"Sorry but I also gotta visit Rebecca, along with taking my daughter out for drinks."
Sweden:"I can come along with you!"
I started walking faster and he followed behind.
Thankfully I got a phone call.
I check who it is.
Thank god! It's Cuba.
Russia:"Cuba me recoge. Escucha, estoy bastante seguro de que a Suecia le gusto, ¡perra! Él está sonriendo y riéndose, sí, como yo en la escuela secundaria cada vez que pensaba en la adorable cara de Estados Unidos, ¡pero eso no viene al caso! ¡Solo necesitas recogerme porque me está siguiendo a mi dormitorio! Sí, le conté lo jodidamente ocupado que estará mi día mañana. No, a él no le importaba, simplemente se ofreció a acompañarme y sabes que tengo un punto débil para decir no a cosas como esta. ¡Sólo recógeme! Gracias.(Cuba pick me up. listen I'm pretty sure Sweden is into me- bitch! He's smiling and giggling- yes like me in highschool every time I thought of America's adorable face, but that's besides the point! You just need to pick me up because he's fucking following me to my dorm! Yes I told him about how fucking busy my day is tomorrow. No he didn't care, he just offered to join me and you know I have a weak spot for saying no to stuff like this. Just pick me up! Thank you.)"
Sweden:"Who are you on the phone with?"
Russia:"Oh just my friend Cuba, he's picking me up because I'm getting kinda... tired... so uhm yeah!"
I spoke quickly as I watched my best friend's car pull over to us.
He opened the door and I hopped in, shutting my door and hitting my head because of my height.
Cuba:"Was he really creeping you out that much?"
Russia:"Yes! He didn't even care when I brought up my daughter and I mentioned I was taking her out for drinks!"
Cuba:"That's creepy."
Russia:"EXACTLY! Understand my discomfort now?"
Cuba:"Yeah. Now I get it."
I asked him to drop me off at the college, which he did.
I walked off my dorm and opened it.
When I unlocked it and stepped inside, god I wish I stayed with America again...
I felt a sharp pain in my leg then a door slam.
Then the lights turned on and I saw a very pissed Israel holding a knife.
Israel:"WHERE WERE YOU?!"
She yelled, stabbing my shoulder.
I quickly get up, and run into my bedroom where I keep a taser... it's not there.
Israel:"Looking for this?"
She said in a sickeningly sweet voice.
She then jumped at me, aiming for my head.
I was able to get her off and ran off to the kitchen which she had followed.
She went into a cabinet and grabbed a plate, throwing it at my head.
I felt the plate shatter on my head, giving me several cuts....
Russia:"STOP! PLEASE STOP!"
She laughed and kicked me in the stomach before going to sleep...
I left my dorm to get drunk.
I'm bleeding but the bar never questioned it.

America pov

A few hours after Russia left I heard the door slam open.
Running downstairs I see an extremely harmed Russia, he's drunk too....
America:"WHAT HAPPENED?!"
Russia:"Злая подружка ударила меня ножом. По всей России! Подлая подруга тоже швырнула тарелку в Россию.... Подлая подруга тоже посмеялась над болью России. Вот и Вредная Россия вышла и напилась! Россия чувствует себя намного лучше!(Mean girlfriend stabbed me. All over Russia! Mean girlfriend also threw a plate at Russia.... Mean girlfriend laughed at Russia's pain too. So Harmed Russia went out and got drunk! Russia feels a lot better!)"
He's talking in the 3rd person... he's more drunk than I thought....
I sat him down and went off to heal him.
Once I was done he pulled me onto his lap.
America:"Russia you're drunk..... I should- AH~"
I cover my mouth as I feel my neck being bit.
I then felt where I was bit being licked, it felt good but I kept my mouth covered.
Russia then mumbled something before kissing the spot.
I keep my mouth covered for the most part.
Eventually I had to push him away somewhat.
America:"Russia you have a girlfriend- then again she abuses you- UGH! We can't! You're drunk! You don't know what you're doing right now!"
He pouted and I brought him to my bed.
I was held hostage but I let him hold me.
He fell asleep pretty soon, whispering wedding vows in his sleep.
Man I hope I'm the one he's dreaming of marrying- wait what-
UGH AMERICA! I really need to get my shit together.
I really need to figure out what I'm feeling and why I feel the need to collect... pictures... of him... to keep him with me at all times...
You're mine Russia... what that means, I'm not sure yet, but it's true.

AN: Do I smell... *Sniff sniff* LOOOOOORE