Russia smiled to himself, excited as he made his way to the orphanage. God he loved Thursdays. He was calling Cuba while he made his way there. Currently, Cuba was off doing god knows what, but he was on speaker, so his friend was probably at home without easy access to his phone.
"So, what's Puerto Rico been doing? Is your brother a bastard as always?"
"When is he not? I SHOULD HAVE EATEN HIM IN THE WOMB"
"But ya didn't, and now we have to deal with him. At least he hasn't done any... Unsavory things to anyone, right?"
"Yeah, at least there's that"
"Well, I'm almost there, I'm gonna have to go here in a second. But before I do..."
"Hm?" Cuba hummed, curious of what he had to him.
"Alexa play Polka Face by Weird Al"
Before his friend could start yelling at him he hung up and cackled.
He hoped that Cuba was near one of the Alexas, if not his joke was ruined. It was ruined damnit!
He calmed himself down before he entered the orphanage to hang out with the kids. He wasn't sure what they'd want to do with him today, but he was happy to go along with whatever they wanted.
He smiled as he settled himself in, before the kids decided that they wanted to play tag with him. So he ended up playfully chasing around a bunch of kids, not tagging them so that they could just enjoy the game, giving them a confidence boost.
After a while he nearly fell on his face as he saw America, the tiny person he loved the voice of, come in. He lost his balance and fell over, falling on his face, after stopping mid-run like a dumb ass.
God damnit was he one whipped bastard - AND HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A DIRECT RELATIONSHIP WITH AMERICA! He was beyond saving. America was too cute. He'd never recover.
The noise it assumedly made got America's attention, and he got to watch as a very spooked America slowly approached him.
He had this sort of deer in headlights look when he was approaching. America carefully helped him up, and before Russia had the chance to say anything, the cutie was gone- He had bolted.
He internally screamed out of frustration, he should've apologized to America! But nooooo his dumb ass had to just get distracted by his cuteness. He was totally fucked.
He laughed nervously before brushing himself off and then letting the kids know he wasn't done playing just because a little fall.
They ended up playing tag for a while longer, read until the kids were tired of running and wanted to play something else. He sat down while he waited for the kids to decide what they wanted to do now, not paying any mind to the fact that a few of the younger ones were climbing all over him, and overall treating him like a playground.
He was pleasantly surprised when they came to the conclusion of wanting to play Jenga.
They were playing that until it was time for him to head home, so he bid the little ones good bye and goodnight before he started to head home. He was walking, which he didn't feel unsafe doing. He had a pocket knife and looked like a grown man. He was not a target. But America, the person who he couldn't help but want to sweep off their feet, was. America looked very young, he had a baby face and was really short- around 5' if he had to guess.
The idea of America walking home alone brothered him to no end. But it was easy to rest that worry with the likelihood that America probably went home with a friend - or was picked up. There was no way that the cutie thought it was a good idea to walk home alone!
America was in all advanced classes with him - so he surely knew to not walk- let alone walk alone.
He shook his head and continued his walk home. He took out his phone and turned on his headphones, opting to listen to music while he walked. The first song that played was "Ты засадишь ей" by EA7. He hummed a little, bobbing his head to the beat.
He just continued walking as he listened to the music, humming happily as he got closer to home.
Once he was home, he went up to his room and went to his room, distracting himself for a while before he fell asleep.
After he woke up, he took a shower, got dressed for the day, then ate breakfast before starting his walk to school. He opted to listen to music while he did so.
When he arrived, he settled himself near the door to his first class. While he waited, he overheard a conversation.
"Look- Greenland, I don't care if you don't believe me about my brother taking an exotic dancing class- the only way he knows how to get down a pole is to pole dance. Why else would I have told him not to come down?"
"Because you wanted to be mean to your brother? Also he's baby, you can't convince me America knows how to pole dance- I don't care if you're his brother."
"Y'know what - fuck you, I'll prove it. I'll send you a video."
"With what time? It's a game day, dumbass"
"THIS WEEKEND BITCH"
"I'll believe it when I see it"
Russia just stared at the wall, trying to not imagine what America doing those kinds of dances would look like. He did not need to think about it. He did not need to think about it. He did NOT NEED TO THINK ABOUT IT DAMNIT BRAIN.
He vigorously shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of the thought.
Once he'd rid himself of those thoughts, he was brought back to another detail of that conversation, America had a sibling - one who was in a similar grade to them. That brought to question who it was, who was the brother - he didn't know if they were older or younger at this point. He could ask Cuba - this is something his friend would know all about. Though, he might want to wait because he'd have to wait so Cuba wouldn't try to get revenge for that prank yet - He'd like to know the truth...
He shook his head and checked the time before walking over to his class to get his stuff out of his locker.
What he was not expecting to see on top of his chemistry book was candles - specifically rose shaped candles.
How the everliving fuck was he meant to transport these? And who was giving him this shit?
One of the roses was red, another was a peachy-coral color, and the last was almost a black-wine like color.
He sighed a little as he grabbed his book and awkwardly fumbled a way to safely carry the candles and book without damaging the candles- they were pretty, damnit!
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Sticky Notes And Trinkets(Rusame)
FanfictionAs Russia got a closer look at America, he found himself regretting telling him to fuck off. The other was cute and he now realized that he wasn't trying to get anything, was just trying to be nice. He was going to apologize, but lost the guts after...
