Blue Veins • Rusame

Shower

Russia had gone back upstairs to check on the American and shot him a look of concern as he saw the boy tossing and turning sleepily in his bed. His face was a flushed pink and he was slurring something unintelligible as he moved around in his sleep. He seemed uncomfortable so Russia pulled another one of the blankets off of him. Russia accidentally pulled a little too hard on the blanket, sending the American flying to the floor. Russia yelped and face palmed in frustration. The American surprisingly stayed asleep and Russia left him there, shrugging as he watched the boy unconsciously make himself comfortable. 

Russia realized that he smelled after the sweat and panic of last night so he decided to take a shower. As he hopped into the warm, steaming shower he sighed. Showers always calmed him down, but they always gave him time to reflect, and he desperately wanted to avoid reflecting on whatever happened last night. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid. Running out of his own house and letting America follow him, unknowing of the area? Idiotic. He should've just confessed to having a crush on America and stayed like a normal person. Rejection or not, it would've been better than nearly killing America. 

Once he got out of the shower he wrapped his lower half in a towel and looked in the mirror. He gave himself a little pep talk before he walked back out.

"You can do this. Be a man. Who cares if he likes you or not? People come and go, you know that. Stand your ground. You're strong." he said to the figure in the mirror. As he opened the door to head back into his room, he found the American standing right outside. The blond boy stumbled backwards, his hands out in defense, his mouth open in surprise. "WERE YOU JUST LISTENING TO ME?!" Russia shouted in surprise, staring at the now speechless American. 

America didn't answer, but regained composure and walked back over to the Russian. Nearly inches away from him now, Russia asked, "What are you doing? America?" 

"I care." the American said before leaning in and planting a kiss on Russia's lips, still open in surprise. Russia nearly melted at the touch of the now warm American, his lips soft and surprisingly tasting of cinnamon. America pulled away, smiling, and Russia flushed pink. America pulled him in for a hug, resting his head on the Russian's shoulder, and said, 

"Thank you, for saving my life." 

Russia looked down, still in disbelief, wrapping his arms around the American. He was still only wearing a towel, making him a little self-conscious, but he smiled anyway. America finally pulled away and shot Russia another one of his perfect smiles. 

"So- what does this mean?" Russia asked curiously, tilting his head. 

"Oh shoot I forgot to ask! Will you go out with me?" America said adorably with a cute flush of his cheeks.

"да." Russia replied, still in disbelief at his own luck. America liked him back. Even after his whole hypothermia episode. He giggled as he watched the American do a little dance back to the bed, where he pounced on the pillows like a young child. "You're a goofball." 

"You know it." the American said, still buried underneath the pillows. Russia flushed with warmth as he realized that his house finally felt like a home. He wasn't alone. Someone liked him. America got up and walked over to the the door of the bedroom. "Got any food in this house?" he asked.

"I'll be down in a second. I'll make you some food. Let me get changed first." Russia responded. 

"Oh yeahhh.. clothes. By the way," America winked, "lookin' good." Russia blushed but laughed as he motioned for the American to leave the room so that he could get changed. He had never been this happy in his entire life.