America hobbled around the house exploring. He hated to admit it but he was bored. Russia, after about three days, had gone back to work much to the boredom of the American. At first he tried to escape but every single time Russia caught him somehow, so he gave up after a while.
The kitchen was America's favorite room by far. It was the brightest and had the most windows allowing America to look outside. It was winter in Russia so he loved looking at the snow laden pines sway in the wind. It was quiet and peaceful, a nicer change to the hustle and bustle of the States.
America sighed heavily as he sipped his black coffee. Today was the second, the day of the world meeting. America wash more than a little worried. So far Russia hadn't allowed the American to leave the house So his hopes to go to the meeting we're slim to none. But America didn't give up hope.
He glanced at the clock and knew Russia would be home at any time. It would be the same as everyday. Russia would burst through the door and frantically search for the american. Once he would see America he would sigh and his face would soften as he hugged him. Then he would talk about his day and ask about America's and try to get America to cuddle with him. America refused every time much to the Russian's detest. But today would be different. After all, America had a world meeting to attend.
After about five minutes, America heard the door slam open.
"America?" Russia asked frantically expecting escape as always.
"Right here! " America yelled sipping his coffee to save himself some time. He only had five hours until the meeting started and three were used for travel time.
Russia rushed to the kitchen and put his arms around the American kissing his neck softly.
"Amerika, my sunflower, I was so worried you were gone. " Russia admitted between kisses. "I rushed home as quickly as I could. "
America shoved him off and turned so that he faced the Russian in front of him. He hated having this broken leg. This handicap made it almost impossible to match Russia in strength, something that was easily attainable in the past. With his leg in this condition, he was in Russia's complete control, much to the delight of the Russian and the detest of the American.
"Russia we need to talk. " America stated with a stern, serious look on his face.
Russia shivered and smiled. There it was again. The eyes that made Russia's heart of ice melt. "Yes, what is it sunflower? "
"Dont call me that. " America retorted. "And you do know what today is Right?"
"Uh no I'm afraid I do not. " Russia had hoped America had forgotten what day it was by now. He held his breath and waited for a desirable response.
"its the second." America rolled his eyes unamused. Did Russia really think he was that stupid? "there's a world meeting today. And it's in Russia too. "
Russia walked over to the coffee pot and took his favorite glass out of the cabnit. He slowly poured some coffee for himself and topped off America's glass. He bit his lower lip worried. He knew what was coming and frankly he didn't want to hear it.
"Ah yes, I remember now. In Moscow right? I will be attending if that is what you are asking Amerika."
America frowned at the statement. "Actually, I want to go myself."
America grinned slightly, hoping the Russian would fall for his look of innocence. There was two things that America had learned about Russia's feelings towards him during his stay. One was that Russia sexually loved seeing his "real" side. Something in Russia activated when he was challenged and America hated to admit it, but he loved a good challenge as well. Many times Russia tried to get America to go over the edge but Russia craved more. He wanted America to be completed his, sexually, physically, and romantically. This is where America's innocent side came in. Russia also loved to see the innocent America. It made him feel like he had someone to hold and protect. That is what Russia wanted more than anything.
"I Uh," Russia was flustered and stayed silent for a couple of moments regaining his composer. "Nyet, I will not allow it."
America's eyes widened. He didn't think Russia would actually tell him no. He slammed his fist on the table. "Why goddamn it?"
Russia stood at the window looking out into the frozen plain sipping his coffee. "If I did that, you would leave me and frankly now that I have you I don't want to let you go. "
"Russia my country is failing without me. If I don't make decisions to make myself successful ill die and disappear. You know that right?"
Russia's heart stopped as he heard the words "ill die. " Russia certainly didn't want Alfred, his fredka, to die. But he didn't want him to be swept away from him either. He wanted America all to himself but he now realized it was impossible. But maybe, there was a chance it would work. After all, Russia had a ace Up his sleeve America didn't know about.
"Fine, fredka. I will allow you to go. " he agreed walking over to the American with his hands behind his back authoritivly. "However, there are going to be some rules. "
America silently smiled to himself. This was too easy. America had a plan in mind. He would agree to whatever the Russian had said and once he was safely in the meeting he would finally be free.
"Of course, what are they? "
"First, you will stay by me. Never leave my side so I can keep an eye on you. Second, you are not allowed to talk without my approval. Third, you are allowed to make your nations decisions; however, I expect a trading route started with my country so you won't die while staying here. And lastly, you will return home with me. " Russia pulled America's chair in close and for the first time glared at him with firey intention. "Do I make myself clear?"
America gulped and smiled. He felt a weird flutter in the pit of his stomach and a buring sensation in his chest. "Cryatal. Stay by you, no talking, make my own decisions, and I'll come back here afterwards." America repeated.
Russia chuckled and kissed America's cheek. "That's my fredka." Russia turned away and walked towards his room. "You better get ready. We must leave soon to make it on time. "
America scowled and hobbled to his room trying to find a suit that would fit him. The gentle kiss from a few minutes ago remained on America's cheek. It was the first that he hadn't scrubbed it off.
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Its me the author of "mine, forever and always". Anyway this is my first author's note I guess and there are a few things I want to say.
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