A lucky match (rusame)

the world meeting

3rd person pov.

The meeting has started, and everyone except for a few countries has arrived. Only America, Italy, and Canada are late.

UN starts to speak when America and Canada burst through the door. "Are you serious!!!" The UN yells startled. "Sorry, my car broke down on the way here," Canada says, making his way to his seat. America does the same, and the UN can finally start the meeting.

"So I've realized that tensions have been growing lately, and I don't want to deal with another war, so we're going to talk this out." He says.

Everyone is silent, and UN continues, "everyone must destroy their atomic bombs so none of them can explode." Everyone groans in annoyance.

Everyone complies, and the meeting goes surprisingly well. All the countries are finally starting to leave. The irritation isn't leaving their faces, and some are even angry.

America's pov.

I am finally done turning in all my bombs and leaving the room. I walk through the empty hall in the quiet. I feel peaceful not carrying around a bomb everywhere.

For some reason, my mind shifts to Russia. What does he think of the new law? Is he mad? I wonder what it would be like to see him mad at someone else that's not me. Would it be hot? WAIT!!! why would I think that?!?!?

I walk down the hallway, irritated at my dirty mind when someone grabs me by the rist and dragging me into a room. The room seems to be an office, having a desk and some paperwork.

Russia??? I'm shoved against the wall, and Russia is standing over me. He pushes his lips into mine, and he kisses me. His lips are surprisingly soft and even warm.

I kiss back, and we continue to make out. He pushes his tongue into my mouth. His tongue explores my mouth, and I moan into the kiss. The warm wetness of the kiss turns me on a little.

He starts rubbing his hand up and down my body. I can feel his hand under my shirt. His hand starts moving down towards my lower reagens.

Suddenly, I snap out of my embarrassing daydream and notice I am just standing in the middle of the hallway.

I'm dazed from the extremity of the whole thing. My face is burning up.

I sprint out of the building, hoping that no one saw me. I make it to the parking lot and see Russia. I hide my face and try to sneak past him.

Suddenly, Russia grabs me and moves my arm away from my face. He looks surprised. "Are you sick? Your face is all red," he says calmly. I push him away and walk away quickly. "I'm fine, Russia," I say bluntly.

I get far enough away and hide behind a building. I can't believe I had those kinds of thoughts about Russia.

I slide to the ground and cover my mouth out of embarrassment. Did he notice my red face? Is that why he asked that?

I need to ask someone about this but I don't know who. I don't want to tell my brothers because that's just embarrassing. Wait...

I wonder if Japan could help me? I know she can be a little much sometimes, but it's always nice to talk to her about stuff like this. She always knows the right way to go about it.

I get up off the ground and dust myself off. My face is still slightly warmer than normal as I run to Japans place.

I get to her door and knock, hoping she is home. The door flings open, hitting me square in the face. I fall backward onto my butt.

"America?!?!" She yells, pulling me up off the ground. She gets me up onto my feet. "Well, that hurt..." I say rubbing my bum. "I'm so sorry I didn't see you!!" She says, dragging me into her house.

She sits me down on her couch before sitting across from me. "Spill the tea," she says in a commanding voice. "Uhh, I," I studder out quietly. "Just spit it out!!" She says loudly.

"Iwasinthehallandihadtheseinapropriatthoughtsaboutrussia( I was in the hall and I had the inappropriate thoughts about Russia)" I spit out quickly.

She looks at me with a blank expression before jumping from her seat in happiness. "My ship is finally sailing!!" She yells, jumping up and down. "When are you gonna confess?!?" She says, looking at me with a terrifying sparkle in her eyes.

"Ummm, I don't know what you mean?" I say hesitantly. "Oh, come on, you like him!! Just admit it!!" She says happily but also a bit irritated. "They were just thought nothing else. Don't everyone have dirty thought about their enemies?"

She looks at me dumbfounded. "How often does this happen?" She says, confused. "Umm, not that often just a couple of times," I say, confused as well.

She sits down and looks intensively at me. "In my professional opinion, you're in love, and you don't know it," she says proudly. "Profesional?" I quistion her. She glares at me, and I giggle a little.

"Sooooooo, I can help you confess if you want?" She says bluntly. My eyes go wide. "No, not a chance, one I never said I liked him. two, I will never let you help me confess after what you did to canada." A shiver goes down my spine just thinking about it.

"That was a mistake it won't happen again," she says, smiling proudly. "Not happening," I say sternly.

My phone suddenly starts ringing. " I better take this," I say, getting up and walking out of her house.

I pick up the call, and it's Brittain. "Hello?" I say confused. "America, come quick, something happened, and Canada's in the hospital!!!

Authors note

Hello and sorry for not posting in a while, I've been dealing with depression. I hope to get back to righting and to continue this story strong.