Aftermath Plans || Amerus / Rusame

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕟

The bed sheets in the house didn't feel entirely, head splittingly different than home. If he had to be fair, nothing felt as different as he thought things would be.

14th February 1966, Washington DC

American made sheets-how funny-and american made pillows. Russia ironically would think to himself sometimes. Maybe they would fill them in with money. Dollar bills, stacked like cotton. Thought their bed would be made not of wood nor metal but with the finest jewellries like gold and emeralds. It was hard to imagine a life with luxury- /american kind/, that is-so his brain had made multiple examples of what it could be like.

He honestly didn't expect the room to be somewhat the same.

Yes, it had shown its..American-ness, with things like the TV in front of the bed and the minibar but Russia guessed it wasn't any different than a normal hotel. When he checked the fridge he found it surprisingly full with drinks and snacks. He felt bad for the maids that prepared the house for him for some reason.

Nights like these were the worst. Well, to be fair, no night has been good ever since the meeting but it seemed like what he had done had just caught up with him. Blackmailing a country to coming to his father's worst enemy-he was going to offer him intel from the house, no less-and his father thought he was with Turkey all this time. The guilt monster seemed to gnaw at his heart.
He even thought about leaving for a second, a single millisecond. Calling it quits. Going back to hope his father would tell him what happened instead. Stars, how beautiful that would be. But he knew the second he had shown his fears to his papa would be the second everything would be erased for good. He had reached this point with the tiniest parts his father had overlooked and he had no interest in losing them for good. He knew he would rather die than live with wishful lies again.

So he laid down, on his American-made bed, listening to the American-made clock.

"..tomorrow."

Russia stopped and looked at the man. "Excuse me?"

"Do you really think we can have such a deal in the middle of the night?" He fake yawned. "Of course not kid. I am tired."

Russia got up. "Thank you for your hospitality then mister States. I will be leaving with the first plane."

"Oh come on! Why are you this squeamish?" He got up. "Do you really want to have an important deal in the middle of the night when we are both tired?"

"I'm not tired."

"You are jetlagged."

"I am not tired, States." He smirked. "But I guess we can't say the same thing about an old man like you..~"

If he had to be honest, he didn't know where the sudden change came from. He just knew he wanted to tease and annoy the man.

America chuckled. "Oh? Old man?"

Russia raised his chin, he still had his smirk on his face. "If I am a kid, what does that make you?"

America puckered his lips cutely. "A man?"

"An old man~"