Blue Veins • Rusame

Off to Paris

After their date night, Russia had awoken to the sound of his name coming from the American's lips. He woke up but was surprised to see that America was sound asleep next to him. As he rolled over and looked at his boyfriend, he noticed the American mumbling in his sleep.

"Rus-" the American muttered softly, sighing as he cut off the end of Russia's name. America was obviously having a dream about him. Russia continued listening and laughed at the absolute nonsense that was coming out of his mouth.

"I got- moon first", "Stupid Cold War", and "You drink- lotsa vodka" were some of Russia's favorite drowsy ramblings that came out of America's mouth. At one point the Russian chuckled a little too loudly and the American's eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning." Russia greeted, stroking America's hair, making sure not to touch the cowlick that he had been warned about. 

"Were you just watching me sleep?" America questioned groggily, a slight smirk on his lips. 

"Were you just having a dream about me?" Russia shot back, raising an eyebrow. The American immediately blushed and sat straight up in bed.

"No.." he denied shyly. Russia leaned over and kissed him.

"You may be cute but you're an awful liar." Russia laughed, getting up from bed as his boyfriend blushed like one of Spain's tomatoes. America huffed as he stood up, not willing to admit he was having a dream about Russia. Wrapping their arms around each other, the couple made their way to the kitchen, where they were met by Oscar, the doorman, cooking breakfast.

"Morning' Oscar." America greeted casually. Russia stared at them like they were crazy. How did he know that they were awake and how did he get into America's apartment? Oscar noticed Russia's startled expression and chuckled.

"Good Morning Jones. Mr. Braginsky, in case you're wondering, I'm not just the doorman."

"That makes a little bit more sense." Russia let out a soft laugh. America's house was weird. As they sat down at the breakfast bar, Oscar updated them on the daily news. Apparently one of the Kardashian's dogs had died and the whole country was mourning. Russia laughed as America clutched his chest in pretend agony. Little did he know it wasn't really "pretend"...America just really loved dogs. 

After eating their breakfast and saying their goodbyes to Oscar, they sat on the couch for a while and snuggled. As they were wrapped in the blanket, talking about random stories and dwelling on that time they left Latvia at the house when they were in Switzerland, Russia devised a plan.

"You know that amazing date we went on last night?" Russia questioned, looking down at the America who was sprawled across his lap. 

"Of course. I planned that amaaaaazing date." America boasted, smiling up at his boyfriend. Russia looked down at him and smiled at the dork.

"Well- last night... while you were passed out like a sloth.. I may or may not have booked a flight to Paris." Russia smiled.

"WE CAN'T GO TO PARIS!" America screamed, suddenly sitting up like he had just been poked by a stick. Russia tilted his head in confusion and glared, not understanding the American's sudden freakout. "REMEMBER IN TOLEDO, WHEN WE PRANKED HIM?" 

"Oh shit." Russia muttered with a smile and a small laugh. "We'll be fine. We'll just avoid him."

"You can't avoid him.. he's everywhere. Have you never been to Paris before? Whenever any of us visit he won't leave us alone." America explained.

"Yeah but he won't know we're visiting" Russia argued.

America finally gave up. "Fine."

"Then lets goOoOoOoOoOoOoooO!" Russia sang, suddenly grabbing America's arm and pulling him off the couch and through his apartment. 

"Right now?!" America yelled as Russia dragged him down the flights of stairs and into the lobby.

"Spontaneity Mr. Jones! Let's go!" Russia yelled back, hailing a cab as they flew through the lobby and onto the street. America was incredibly confused, but pleasantly surprised as they made their way back to the JFK airport. 

"Paris is always a good idea." America whispered to himself, quoting one of his favorite actresses of all time. 

Hopefully Audrey Hepburn was right. 

The Worst filler chapter I have ever written but I don't know... Just letting you guys know the Story will probably be ending soon. Maybe  5-6 chapters left. I'm not sure. Sorry this was so short and boring... I didn't know how else to lead to the next chapter.