Blue Veins • Rusame

Warm

After changing, Russia went back downstairs to find America and Latvia engaged in conversation. They both looked over and smiled as they saw Russia enter the kitchen.

"Hungry?" Russia questioned, walking towards the fridge and opening it. The two both eagerly nodded and Russia wondered why neither of them had said anything since he had come downstairs. "Sooooo... What have you guys been talking about?" Russia asked suspiciously as he took a carton of eggs out of the fridge.

"Nothing in particular." Latvia said in a sing-songy way, a cheeky smile plastered across his face. America just giggled and Russia realized the two were in cahoots about something.

"You two are acting very weird."

"Aw. Why do you say that?" America asked, barely containing his laughter. Russia warily opened the cabinet with the pans, expecting something to jump out, but when nothing did, he grew even more suspicious.

"You guys are freaking me out just tell me what's going on." Russia pleaded, giving the two a death glare as he set the pan on the stove.

"Nothing is going on... But I uh- must go! Bye!" Latvia suddenly said, sprinting up the stairs to the second floor.

"YOUR ROOM IS IN THE BASEMENT! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Russia called after him.

"Leave him aloneeeeeeeeeeee we're just having some funnnnnnnnnn." America whined like a small child.

"Fine. But whatever you're up to, I'm not happy with it." Russia complained. America laughed and knew for a fact that Russia was going to like it. He smiled and admired his new Russian boyfriend as he cooked some eggs and bacon, a breakfast that he knew the American enjoyed.

Once Russia finished up making the breakfast, he set a plate down in front of America and a plate down for himself. "I don't understand why you love this bacon so much, but I'll try it." Russia said, sitting down next to his boyfriend.

"You should try my brother's bacon! It's got maple on it. It's pretty good." America exclaimed. America was always so fond of his brother and Russia thought it was the cutest thing on the planet. Russia gave him a kiss on the cheek and America jumped in surprise, his mouth full of food.

"What was that for?!" America asked in shock after he swallowed his food.

"You're cute." Russia said with a smile. America's cheeks turned pink and Russia chuckled. For a grown man, he was like a little bunny with excessive heroism. 

After the two finished breakfast, America decided to clean up. Russia and him talked as he washed the plates and attempted to find the right places to put them. Russia laughed as he watched the dope try to put a plate back in the fork drawer. He spent fifteen minutes playfully scolding the American until everything was washed and the kitchen was spotless. 

"Pretty good huh?" America said proudly, motioning towards the clean counters and washed dishes. 

"Nope. Still missed a spot."

"Where?!" America asked in disbelief. 

"Right there." Russia pointed to a spot on his shirt. As America looked down at his spotless shirt, Russia took the opportunity to plant a sneaky kiss on the American's lips. 

"Hey! You tricked me!" America whined as he pulled away. Russia rolled his eyes sarcastically and picked up his glass of water on the counter. He took a sip and watched as the American made his way to fireplace, admiring the blazing flame that had been lit this morning. "I never want to be cold ever again." America suddenly blurted, his eyes transfixed on the orange fire dancing in the brick enclosure. As the American stood watching the fire, Russia came up from behind him and embraced him in a hug. 

"Warm?" the Russian asked thoughtfully.

"Very." America responded, eyes still locked on the fire. 

Short, fluffy chapter, but I hope you liked it! Okay quick question. Do you guys want smut or do you want me to keep it Pg? Please answer in the comments below! Thank you <3