America ran through the narrow streets of Toledo, completely drunk, in nothing but his boxers, hysterically laughing. It had been a crazy night.
It all started when the world meeting ended. This month, it had taken place in Toledo, Spain, a beautifully old city that's known for its sword making. All the countries had been dismissed, but they all ended up going to a bar after the meeting. Prussia had organized a huge game of truth or dare and shit was getting crazy. Spain and Romano were locked in a closet together, America had shotgunned 6 beers, and France had already stripped down naked.
"ALRIGHT BROJAS! Lasht one. England, Trufth or Dar?" Prussia slurred as he set his 5th pint down on the bar table.
"I am Great Britain. DARE." England said with fire in his eyes.
"I dare you to go tug on Italy's curl." Prussia said with a smile. Immediately Italy and Germany looked at each other in fear. Both knew what happened when that curl was tugged.
"Mmmm Howaboutno?" Germany blurted quickly as he blocked England's path to the curl.
"GET HIM!" Prussia yelled jokingly as England tried to maneuver around Germany. Not wanting Italy's curl to be tugged, Germany picked the Italian up off his chair and started running away with him. At this point the whole bar was hysterically laughing. England chased them around a few tables before Germany, with Italy still in his arms, ran out of the bar.
"GET THEM! TUG THE CURL!" Prussia demanded again, this time standing up from his chair and pointing towards the door like a commanding officer. England sprinted out the door, and Prussia, France, Japan, China, Canada, Austria, and Hungary followed. The only people left in the bar were America, Russia, and the two tomato-lovers who were probably making out in the closet.
Russia's alcohol tolerance level was inhuman, so he was completely sober, and America was too drunk and too focused on trying to tie his shoe to realize that everyone had just left.
"Russia bro! Where did everyone just go?" America asked Russia as he looked up from his shoe lace. It had been ten minutes of him trying to do the bunny ears and he eventually gave up. His vision was all blurry from the alcohol.
"England tried to tug Italy's curl and ended up causing a riot. They're all outside chasing each other." Russia explained with a smile.
"Oh no. That's not good! We have to save the little bro!" America said with a heroic expression.
"Why? It's just hair." Russia asked curiously.
"It's not just hair. I have one too," America said, pointing to the cowlick on his head, "It acts as um- a sort of erm- arousal spot."
"Oh really? What happens if I do this?!" Russia yanked on America's cowlick and America yelped, his face immediately turning bright red.
"DON'T DO THAT." America shouted, breathing heavily. Russia giggled. Now he knew America's weak spot. Every since the cold war, America and Russia had never really been friends. They didn't voluntarily talk to each other so this was a weird encounter.
"Why don't we play some pranks on them? While they're gone we could pull a few tricks in their hotel rooms? I know we're not very close, but we could always change that!" Russia suggested, trying to be nice for once.
"Really? You want to be friends? After all this time?" America asked, surprised that Russia was even talking to him.
"Why not? You're a young country. Maybe I judged you too harshly when you were younger. You seem to have matured." Russia said with a smile. Even Russia was surprised he was admitting that he wanted to be friends with America. Everyone deserves a second chance though. Maybe the American wasn't so bad after all.
"LET'S GO PRANK SOME COUNTRIES BRO!" America said happily as the two countries headed out of the bar.
"Who first?" Russia asked with a devilish grin.
"England."
AYE first chapter.. sorry if it was horrible I'm kind of bad at writing but whatevs.. THank you for reading anyway! There aren't that many RusAme fics on Wattpad so i thought i'd write one! I might be writing a UsUk fic soon so be on the lookout for that as well. (I'm also writing a Spamano fic.. geez louise I'm trash) BYE! <3
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FanfictionThe Cold War left Russia and America on bad terms, but it's been years now, is it possible for them to become friends? Bonding over their troubled pasts might just do the trick. (tiny bit of Prucan) *I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters* ...