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Fourth chapter: going shopping

The American was elegantly dressed. Aussie was indeed correct: America had the best sense of fashion in the family. His blond hair had been dishevelled by the wind, nonetheless it looked like it was made from silk. A pair of sunglasses rested on his face; the autumn sun was subtly illuminating the earth, so you could tell those were a choice of style more than a protection from light. His skin was quite pale but it still had some tint to it, he was probably the type of person to get tanned easily during summer. 

After a moment of silence, where the two simply glared at each other, Russia cleared his voice and started hesitantly: 'uhm, thanks for the flat and all...' 

'Eh, no problem,' the other muttered in response, 'thanks to you I now have a way better apartment, I had been saving for one for quite a while.'

'I thought you lived with your parents.' 

'They don't know, but I had been often staying at that place I now gave to you for a couple of years,' he stated indifferently, 'you know, I just needed some space to work from home.' 

'It isn't much, it's pretty small and old, but it was all I could afford at that time. My new one is way more luxurious.' He added. 

'They don't know yet you're telling me,' Russia remarked. 

'Who cares? I haven't been hiding it or lying, they just never asked.' He lowered his head for a second, then swiftly changed the subject. 'So, what do ya need? Food? Other essentials?' 

Russia had averted his eyes from the American, 'I only have a few sets of clothes, if it's not a problem-'

He was cut off by America, who stood up out of the blue, Russia was caught off guard and almost got scared thinking the other was about to laugh at his face or something. He looked up at him, befuddled. America tilted his head and urged, 'You wanna go shopping or do you want to sit there all day?' 

Russia let out a breath he didn't know was holding, 'R-right.' He got on his feet and started following the other as they walked to exit the park. Now he could clearly see America's outfit, it was not only refined, but also looked like it costed more than Russia's entire existence. It fit the American perfectly; if this weren't New York City, every single passer-by would glance at the man in awe without fail. 

Russia was slightly taller than him. America seemed to faintly be annoyed by this factor, he was used to be the tallest in the room, well, not anymore. 

At first they walked alongside each other in silence, but fortunately it was broken by America's suggestions on where they should go. Russia was indeed glad, the hush was starting to feel way too awkward. 

'I know a few stores we can go to, of course all high quality,' there was a pause.

'I don't have enough money to buy anything, in all honesty.' Russia admitted. 

'Mhm, I figured. Don't worry, I'll pay for everything.'

'No, I can't ask you to do that.'

'You didn't ask, I decided, and I'm not changing my mind,' he seemed to grow quiet again, but then observed, 'you can't just wear the same things everyday, can ya? After all, that job will only get you enough for basic groceries.' 

Russia didn't argue. 

They walked to the shopping center, occasionally exchanging a few words with each other. America wasn't rude, actually, quite the contrary. He was solemn and composed, but showed himself to be available and generous. Russia was thoroughly confused by the factor, were all those bad things his father told him about the American a lie?