countryhumans oneshot (Request Closed)

Beyond the Iron Curtain

Secret relationship

Russia x america
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The air crackled with tension as America and Russia squared off in the conference room, their usual animosity on full display. "You're a menace to global stability!" America bellowed, his voice booming across the polished table.

Russia, unfazed, countered with a sardonic smirk, "Says the nation that constantly meddles in other countries' affairs."

Canada, seated at the table, watched the exchange with a mixture of amusement and suspicion. He'd witnessed countless similar scenes, their fiery arguments a constant fixture in international meetings. But lately, he'd noticed something peculiar: America's frequent late nights and hurried departures. He'd always been a bit of a night owl, but this was different. There was a frantic energy to his movements, a sense of urgency that had Canada's curiosity piqued.

The world, oblivious to their secret rendezvous, saw them as bitter rivals, locked in a perpetual game of political chess. But behind closed doors, a different story unfolded. America, his face flushed with exertion, slipped into a sleek black car, his eyes darting around before speeding off into the night. He arrived at a sprawling estate, its silhouette outlined against the darkening sky. He let himself in, a familiar warmth enveloping him.

"You're late," a voice rumbled, laced with a hint of playful annoyance.

America grinned, his tension melting away. "Sorry, had to deal with some...diplomatic issues." He walked into the grand living room, where Russia sat by the fireplace, a book in his hands.

"You know," Russia said, setting the book aside, "you could just tell them you're busy with me."

America chuckled, "Can't risk it, Bear. The world would go crazy if they knew we were...well, you know."

Their secret relationship was a delicate dance, a carefully crafted illusion. They'd met in a similar cafe, years ago, during a summit. The initial spark had ignited into a full-blown romance, a secret they guarded fiercely. They were enemies on the world stage, but in the quiet intimacy of their shared moments, they found solace and love.

Canada, his suspicions growing with each passing day, decided to follow America. He trailed him discreetly, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The trail led him to a sprawling estate, its silhouette outlined against the darkening sky. He recognized it instantly: Russia's residence.

He watched from a distance as America entered the house. Moments later, he knocked on the door, his face a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

"America?" he questioned, his voice laced with doubt.

America and Russia, caught off guard, exchanged a panicked glance. "Canada! What are you doing here?" America stammered.

"I saw you leaving," Canada explained, his eyes scanning their faces. "You've been acting...strange. I had to know."

America took a deep breath, "It's not what you think."

Russia, ever the pragmatist, stepped forward. "We're in love, Canada. We can't tell anyone. Our governments would tear us apart. We have to pretend to be enemies, for the sake of the world."

Canada, surprised but understanding, nodded slowly. "I get it. I'll keep your secret."

He turned to leave, a wave of relief washing over the two men. They watched as he walked away, the weight of their secret lifting slightly.

"Thank you, Canada," America whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

Russia pulled him close, his arms wrapping around America in a tight embrace. "He understands," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against America's ear.

They stood there, holding each other, the weight of their secret a shared burden, their love a fragile flame flickering in the darkness. Then, slowly, America leaned in, his lips meeting Russia's in a kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss of love, a kiss of defiance, a kiss that whispered of the secret they would forever keep.

The world might see them as enemies, but in their hearts, they were bound by an invisible thread, a love that transcended borders and ideologies. And in the quiet intimacy of their shared moments, they found solace, a love that burned bright, a secret they would protect with their lives.
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Cute am i right

Word count: 690

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