Aftermath Plans || Amerus / Rusame

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖

"Oh, look who's here." Russia put his arms on the window part of the car, smiling. "You were waiting for me?"

"You're twenty minutes late." America didn't waste a second to point out.

"You were counting?" Russia puckered his lips. "You really do fantasize about my arrival.."

America shook his head and chuckled. "As if. Now get in."

"You won't open the door for me?"

"Not after you broke my neck, no."

Russia smirked. He opened the door and sat down.

"Soo..?"

"Here, States?" Russia fastened his seatbelt. "Wow. Is this your work ethic?"

"No of course not darling. I was asking how you were."

"I'm fine thank you~"

"How did it go?"

"Take me out for dinner first huh? I came from a long flight."

America smirked at him. "What happened to getting into business quickly?"

Russia smiled innocently at him, not even bothering to answer. "I want Mcdonald's again."

America chuckled. "Alright, let's have it your way."

Approximately 20 minutes later they had sat down on a table, their orders already lukewarm. America only wasted a minute until he asked again and Russia told him about everything that transpired that day.

"One more thing, I am just dying to know." America's hand stopped midway as he raised the fry. "What did you tell your father?"

Russia smiled innocently. "I just told him the bird flew away in the middle of the night as I slept."

"I mean you wouldn't be wrong." America ate another fry. "That bird really did fly high."

Russia hummed and took another bite of his burger.

America puckered his lip, clearly offended he didn't laugh at his joke, but he didn't question. "And they believed that?"

"Do they have another chance?"

America looked at him a few seconds too long. He was smiling with one side of his lip. His brows were furrowed too. He had the expression of a man who liked what he was seeing.

"You're so dangerous."

Russia wiped his mouth with a napkin. Let him stare a little more, he wasn't going to answer immediately.
He hummed at first, then looked at his face. His tone was sarcastic as he asked what gave it away. Seriously, did he have to notice it this late?

"The easiest way to recognize danger is looking at a man in the eye.." America kept looking at his eyes. "And yours look like the cliffs that never saw the sea.. I sense the devil from your eyes, boy."

"Get to the point, States.."

"I would like to see you beside me. Right beside me."

And so he came beside him. Often.

He couldn't always, but he did so once every three weeks. At first, the American questioned, but then he didn't.

It was a strange set of circumstances. Both of them were so different.

And thus, Russia started to learn the man. Maybe not entirely like he would've loved but clever men were like complex puzzles. To crack the code you needed all the hints. You needed time. And Russia was an observer by heart, so he started to take a mental note of what he saw in the man over the time they spent together.