America herem (oneshot)

🇺🇲x🇷🇺 From Enemies to Lovers

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Enemys to lover (obiously)
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The air in the conference room was thick with tension.  America, a tall, confident figure with a bright smile and a mischievous glint in his eye, sat across from Russia, a stoic man with icy blue eyes and a chilling aura.  They were rivals, their history a tangled web of conflict and distrust.  The weight of their past hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of their animosity.

Throughout the meeting, Russia kept glancing at America, his gaze lingering a little too long.  America noticed, his heart skipping a beat with each stolen glance.  He wasn’t sure what to make of it.  After all, they were enemies, weren't they?

The meeting finally ended, and everyone started to disperse.  America was about to leave when a hand touched his shoulder.  He turned to see Russia standing there, his face a mixture of nervousness and determination.

"America," Russia said, his voice surprisingly soft. "Would you… maybe want to hang out sometime?"

America was taken aback.  He blinked, unsure of what to say.  "Hang out?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief.  "You and me?"

Russia nodded, his cheeks flushing a faint pink.  "Yeah.  I know we're… well, you know.  But I was thinking… maybe we could just… talk.  Get to know each other."

America stared at him for a moment, then a slow smile spread across his face.  "Sure," he said, a playful glint in his eyes.  "Why not?"

They walked to a nearby park, the air thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the sound of children's laughter.  As they walked, America felt a strange sense of unease.  He was used to being around his allies, the countries he shared a common history with.  He was used to the familiar warmth of camaraderie.  But with Russia, it was different.  There was a tension, a palpable energy that crackled between them, a mixture of attraction and apprehension.

As they sat on a bench, the sun beginning to set, casting long shadows across the park, they talked.  They talked about their families, their histories, their hopes and dreams.  America learned that Russia, despite his intimidating exterior, was a kind and gentle soul with a deep love for his country.  He had a quiet strength, a stoicism that was both alluring and intimidating.  Russia learned that America, despite his brashness, was a passionate and idealistic man with a heart of gold.  He was full of energy, a vibrant spirit that was both infectious and endearing.

As the conversation flowed, the tension between them began to dissipate.  They laughed together, shared stories, and found themselves drawn to each other's company.  The animosity that had defined their relationship for so long seemed to melt away, replaced by a burgeoning sense of connection.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Russia turned to America, his eyes filled with a longing that America couldn't ignore.

"America," he said, his voice barely a whisper.  "I think… I think I'm falling for you."

America's heart skipped a beat.  He looked into Russia's eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability there, and he knew that he felt the same way.

"I think I am too," he admitted, his voice soft and tender.

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both hesitant and passionate.  It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a kiss that said everything they couldn't put into words.  A kiss that defied their history, their rivalry, their very existence.

As they walked home together, hand in hand, they knew that this was just the beginning of something new, something unexpected, something beautiful.  A love story that defied all odds, a story painted in the colors of red, white, and blue.  A story that, perhaps, could rewrite their history, one kiss at a time.
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