Blue Veins • Rusame

Revolutionary

It had been a few hours of cuddling in front of the fire and talking about childhood when Russia heard a knock at the door. America had fallen asleep half an hour ago and was already drooling onto Russia's warm sweater, making it impossible for the Russian to sleep. As he heard a second knock on the door he panicked a bit, not wanting to wake up the American leaning on him.

"Latvia!" he tried to loudly whisper, not wanting to wake America. Little did he know, not even an air horn could wake the boy up when he was really asleep. He called to the Latvian a little louder and America stirred, making Russia look down at him with mixed feelings. He really wanted to just shove him away so that he could get the door, but he looked incredibly cute snuggled up against him, sleeping soundly. Latvia never responded and the knocking at the door grew louder, so Russia decided to place a big pillow where he was sitting so the American still had something to sleep on.

After successfully completing his plan, Russia wiped a little bit of the drool off of the front of his sweater and headed over to the door. The person at the door knocked again, so Russia swung it open to reveal a pissed off England, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

"England?" Russia questioned, looking down at the small, angry British man in front of him.

"Where is he?" England asked forcefully. Russia shot him a confused look and continued to stare at him as he grew increasingly impatient. "Well?"

"He's here. But why?" Russia asked warily as he stood in the doorway, blocking the entrance to the house. England just scowled at him and tried to push him back in an attempt to enter. Russia didn't budge and England stepped back, his green eyes lighting up with fury.

"Let. Me. See. Him." England demanded, his eyes piercing daggers into Russia.

"Tell. Me. Why." Russia mocked, looking down at the smaller man. He didn't mind letting the American see England, he knew they were close, but the fact that England was so angry made him a little suspicious.

England sighed and took a deep breath, calming himself down, before saying, "I just want to see my friend, alright? Canada told me about his hypothermia. I'm just checking in."

"Why didn't you say that in the first place?" Russia questioned cheerfully, smiling and stepping back into the house, letting the Englishman enter. England just glared at him but walked in, rushing over to the couch where the couple had been cuddling a moment before. He looked down at the American on the couch, kneeling down to get a closer look at the sleeping boy.

"He looks sick. Have you fed him? Is he warm enough? Has he had any hamburgers in the past 24 hours? Did you make sure to check him for ticks while he was out in the woods?" England suddenly interrogated, placing a hand on the boy's golden hair, stroking it softly.

"No mom." Russia teased, laughing at England's sudden overwhelming concern for the American. England looked as though he were about to explode. He quickly stood up, bore his green eyes into the violet of the Russian's, and said,

"I'm not his mom. I just care about him. Maybe if you really cared you would know these things about him and actually help instead of sitting back and assuming everything is fine."

"Excuse me?" Russia shot back, stepping closer to the Englishman in front of him. "Maybe if you stopped treating him like a child he would love you back. But he doesn't. And you know that. You remember the revolutionary war, don't you?"

England looked like he was about to cry, and suddenly Russia felt guilty. No matter how badly the Englishman had treated Russia previously, he didn't deserve that. Russia knew he just delivered a low blow, and immediately looked at the ground in regret.

"That was a low blow Russia. Even for you. I'm taking him home." England sneered, propping the American up on the couch and throwing him over his shoulder. Russia wanted so desperately to protest and fight back, but after reopening wounds that he knew never healed, he decided to let him go.

He watched in silence as the Englishman shut the door, the American still unconscious, draped over his shoulder. Russia knew he'd see the American soon so he decided not to run after them. It's not like England could keep him hostage or anything. America was his own person. The only thing that Russia worried about was England's persuasiveness. The man had a way with words, and he knew America was easily manipulated.

Hopefully he wasn't manipulative enough to make America change his mind about their relationship.