America woke up to the sun peeking through the trees, the warmness casting down onto his face. He grumbled, turning over to get the bright light out of his eyes, only to hit something next to him. That something mumbled what sounded like gibberish to America's half awake ears. Only for the same thing to be repeated but louder.
"Проснуться"
America groaned again, moving closer to the warmth next to him.
"America, wake up, we need to get back to your house," the voice said again, an extremely heavy accent lacing over the words.
"No," America whined, hiding his face further into the thing next to him.
Suddenly the thing moved away, the warmth and darkness leaving with it. Letting the sun shine back onto America's gold eyes.
America let out a long complaint, only to be ignored by it.
"America, wake up before I pick you up and throw you."
America rolled over to face the voice, finally opening his eyes to see Russia sitting next to his laying body. What. Suddenly America remembered the vents of the day before, calming down. Then panicking again.
"Oh my god Dixie is gonna kill me, oh my god!" America screeched.
He pushed himself up, struggling because of the corset and he and the half delirious state he's in from just waking up. Glancing around to try and note where he was in the forest.
"Ugh, the first thing I'm doing when I get home is getting out of this damn thing," America grumbled, brushing the dirt off the poofy dress.
He looked over to see Russia staring at him with a wary expression, glancing at his wings.
"You good?" he asked.
"Did you have a weird dream?" Russia asked.
America turned to fully face him, "Uh, yea? I guess. Why?"
"You started to glow in your sleep. I don't remember it fully, it was late. Are you okay?"
"Yes I'm fine, just a weird dream with a... weird reaction I guess."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive," America reassured.
Russia's face didn't change, his eyebrows scrunched with a slight frown. He glanced back at America's wings, analyzing them.
America sighed, "I promise they're fine, look."
America sprawled out his wings the widest he could. Russia's face lighted up, his focus fully on the wings.
"I didn't know your wings were that big," Russia awed.
"Yea, they've been growing a lot recently."
An awkward silence fell between the two. Russia's gaze didn't move from the other's wings, almost like he had never seen them before. America shifted, moving his gaze away to ignore the Russian's eyes.
He spotted three moving figures in the forest, running around sporadically. He heard a few screams, not of fear, just general screams, and some laughter. Once the three figures came closer, America could recognize them.
Three of his kids looked to be chasing something in the forest. The shortest bolting after it like the thing would cost millions, screaming about how it stole something from him. The long braid hit the person behind him when he took a sharp turn, making the ladder screech in anger.
"Oklahoma! Stop running after the squirrel, just accept that your ring is lost!" the girl shouted, grabbing the boy by the collar of his shirt.
"But that ring was expensive and old. Mama gave it to me as a birthday gift- let me go!"
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sorrowful sleep | rusame (DISCONTINUED)
Fanfiction(ART IS MINE) (CRINGE WARN) (SLOW UPDATES) He watched the gold liquid drip from his hands, standing the grass beneath him. The shades of feathers falling to the floor around him. Covering him in his sins. The gold owned by the two he once looked up...
