Blue Veins • Rusame

Naming Names

(A/N All the temperatures are in Fahrenheit because I am an uncultured American so fight me metric system people out there HAVE FUN GOOGLING MY IMPERIAL SYSTEM TEMPERATURES MWAHAHAHAAHAHAHA.....)

It had been a week since departing from Switzerland, and America was starting to miss home. He had been at Russia's house for nearly two months, and he felt like he was slowly dying not being in his home country. Though they were forced to leave Latvia yet again, Russia agreed to a month long trip to America's house.

Once their plane landed at JFK, America squealed like a little boy. He was incredibly excited to get back to his country. It was July, and in Moscow it had only been 60 degrees. He was pumped to get back to New York, where he knew the humidity made it feel like he was wading through hot soup.

"Are you excited to be in America?!" America asked in the airport, grinning ear to ear.

"Of course. But I'm not so excited about the humidity." Russia admitted, taking his coat off to fan himself. His country never got this hot in the summer. It barely even reached 75 in July.

As America dragged him through the airport, Russia began to feel a little nervous. He hadn't been to America in a while because he was never really allowed to visit during the war. He shook the thoughts out of his head as he was met with the smiles of many polite strangers who seemed to sense his uneasiness. After calming down, Russia began to smile. Watching his boyfriend excitedly run through the airport and hail a taxi was the cutest thing in the entire world. He looked like a kid in a candy shop.

Getting into the taxi, Russia felt a tinge of "oh wow I'm really in New York" feeling. Moscow wasn't as densely populate as New York, so the amount of people they passed by while driving through Manhattan was enough to leave Russia agape. As they approached the Upper East Side, where America owned a penthouse, Russia marveled at the prettiness of central park.

They had spent the whole taxi ride in silence as America stared out the window smiling, obviously curing his home-sickness as he took in the sights, sounds, and smells of New York City. Russia didn't mind the silence, as he was pretty much staring out the window in as much amazement as his boyfriend. When they finally arrived, they thanked the driver and payed him extra for the long drive.

As they approached the door to the building, the doorman opened it and smiled. "Good Morning Mr. Jones. Nice to see you back after so long." the man greeted, tipping his hat off to the American. Ivan nearly snorted. Mr. Jones?

"Nice to see you too Oscar. Thank you." America politely responded, giving him a smile.

"And this is-?" the doorman questioned, gesturing towards Russia.

"Just a friend of mine. He's visiting from Siberia." America lied.

"Ah. That explains the scarf in 90 degree weather. Have a fantastic day you two." Oscar said, closing the door after they entered. Russia was still close to howling with laughter as they entered the elevator together. "Mr. Jones" and "Just a friend visiting from Siberia" was enough to make him want to crack up laughing. They rode in the elevator in silence, and once they reached the top floor America screamed happily.

"HOME SWEET HOME BABY!" he yelled, falling onto the pristine floor and hugging it as if it were his own child. Russia observed the apartment and was surprised. For someone who seemed like an absolute mess, his apartment was really clean. As America practically kissed the floor in happiness, Russia chuckled.

"So are we not going to talk about Mr. Jones?" Russia teased, looking down at his boyfriend, who was still happily lying face first on the floor. As soon as he heard "Mr. Jones", America shot up from off the ground and smiled.

"You don't have a normal person name to use around your human friends?" America questioned, head tilting adorably as he walked towards his boyfriend.

"I don't have human friends." Russia admitted awkwardly, blushing in embarrassment at his lack of social interaction with anyone but countries.

"What name do you use for ordering food or getting a taxi?" America asked, growing increasingly more intrigued.

"You better promise not to laugh." Russia demanded, not wanting to be embarrassed even more by the American.

"I promise."

"You say yours first." Russia muttered, not having the confidence to say his Russian name out loud.

"Uh- okay. Alfred. Alfred Jones." America said with a grin. He was pretty proud of the classic American name he had come up with himself.

"Mine is Ivan. Ivan Braginsky." Russia admitted, looking down at the floor with a blush on his face. He didn't really like saying his fake name in front of other countries. He thought it was embarrassing.

"Hmmm.... Sexy." America muttered, surprising the Russian as he looked up from the ground with wide eyes.

"Huh?!" Russia exclaimed, slightly shocked at his boyfriend's response.

"It's sexy. Ivan. It's like a Russian spy." America admitted. Russia blushed but smiled. He was scared that the American wasn't going to like it but he was gladly surprised. America noticed the insecurity in Russia's face after he revealed his name so he shuffled over and wrapped him in a bear hug to let him know everything was fine.

"You give really good hugs." Russia admitted, smiling as he rested his chin on his boyfriend's head. America smiled and hugged tighter, causing the Russian to run out of breath. "DON'T CHOKE ME!" Russia whined, shoving his boyfriend away lightly as he took a deep breath.

"Sorry I'm too strong for you." America teased, taunting his boyfriend as he walked over to his suitcase. Before America could reach the suitcase, Russia had pinned him against the wall, hovering over him like he was prey.

"Not so strong now, huh?" Russia taunted, looking down at his boyfriend as he forced him against the wall.

"I got to the moon first." America blurted from under his boyfriend's grasp.

"THAT'S IT. YOU'RE GOING DOWN." Russia joked, tickling his helpless boyfriend with playful ferocity.

"STOP THAT TICKLES!" America screamed, wriggling from Russia's arms and running into the living room. America squealed as the Russian chased him and tackled him onto the couch, landing on top of him with laughter. After a good helping of the giggles with a side of tickling, Russia pushed his boyfriend's messy hair out of his face and kissed him.

He could never hate those lips. Those warm, sunshiny, golden lips. Every time they kissed it felt like a million tiny explosions in their chests. The contrast of chapped, cold lips against soft, warm ones was enough to make them crazy about each other.

"я люблю тебя."

"I love you too."

FILLER CHAPTER AF so sorry but the next chapter will be much more interesting. The prank war with Latvia is still to come so watch out for that. Anyway! Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Love ya and thank ya <3 (your comments give me life btw you're all friggin hilarious) (also it's my birthday tomorrow so I'm jammin')