Blue Veins • Rusame

Sunflower Pajama Pants

America woke up on the couch in Russia's hotel room. Russia was nowhere to be found but America laughed as he saw the various vodka bottles littered across the floor. He remembered that last night they had come back after pranking people at 1am and then got totally hammered while playing "True American", the drinking game America had been taught while watching New Girl one day. He was about to get up and find Russia when he heard a noise come from the kitchen. He sat up on the couch and looked over to see the Russian making breakfast . He was wearing polar bear Pj pants and a long sleeved black t-shirt that defined his torso nicely. America realized how good he looked without his jacket on.

"I see you're awake." Russia said, not even looking up from crepe he was flipping. America blushed as he realized Russia must've seen him staring.

"Yup! What're ya making?" America replied as he rubbed his eyes drowsily.

"Pancakes... or erm.. crepes. I'm not quite sure which ones these are in America because you guys have different names for everything." Russia said politely. America got up from the couch and walked over to Russia. He stood on his tippy toes and peeked over the taller country's shoulder to see what was in the pan.

"Those are crepes!" America said a bit too loudly into the Russian's ear.

"ACK! Not too loud America. I have a massive headache. I've never had a hangover before but we drank so much last night that it's nearly impossible for my body not to want to kill me" Russia said softly.

"Sorry bro." America whispered quietly as he backed away from the chef. He didn't realize it when he woke up, but he also had a massive headache. America's pain tolerance was just so high that he didn't notice until Russia mentioned it. America sat down on a little chair at the breakfast bar where he observed Russia making breakfast. America watched every little movement his body made and the little quirks he had when he did certain things. It was quite cute actually.

"Breakfast is served!" Russia said in his adorable accent as he placed the strawberry crepe down in front of the American.

"Wow! You really can cook! Whenever I'm over Iggy's house he just ends up burning everything. Thanks bro!" America said happily. Russia grabbed his own plate and sat next to America at the breakfast bar.

"Do you have any recollection of what happened last night?" Russia asked curiously as he turned to face the American in his chair.

"The last thing I remember is True American but everything after that is a blur." America admitted as he cut up his food with a fork. Russia laughed in agreement as he remember the crazy drinking game they had played that night.

"I wonder what everyone thought of our pranks last night." Russia said with a smirk. America looked down at his phone and said,

"Well I haven't gotten any death threats yet so it can't be that bad." Russia laughed and poured some syrup on his crepe.

"Do you know what time it is?" Russia asked as he shoved a piece of strawberry in his mouth.

America looked down at his phone again and suddenly screamed, "OH MY GOD I HAVE TO GO!"He dropped his plate on the counter and scrambled to the couch to grab his belongings. It was then that he remembered all of his clothes were still in France's room. He was wearing a pair of pajama pants from Russia that were covered with little sunflowers.

"Wait- slow down! What? AMERICA." Russia called out after the flustered American.

"Yo Russia bro! thank you for the great time last night and these awesome crepes. I HAVE TO CATCH A FLIGHT." America yelled, nearly out of breath as he fled the room. Russia giggled to himself as he imagined the flustered boy running all the way to the airport in nothing but sunflower pajama pants.

Okay this was definitely a filler chapter but I hope you enjoyed anyway! Its going to get a lot more interesting from here on out I promise! this story is going pretty slow I don't want to bore you. ANYWAY! thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed ❤️