Blue Veins • Rusame

Sauvestre

"What do you mean, a night of firsts?" the American asked, head tilted in confusion.

"You'll find out. Now let's get going!" Russia exclaimed, opening the door to the hotel room and rushing his boyfriend out of it. The American chuckled and stumbled forward as Russia practically shoved him out of the room. The two made their way out of the hotel and onto the dark Paris streets. 

"Soooooooooooo where are we going?" America questioned like an annoying child on a road trip. 

"You'll find out." Russia reassured, smiling at the curious look on the American's face. He could be such a dork sometimes, Russia found it adorable. Making their way down the street, America leaned against Russia's shoulder, their fingers intertwining as they faced the summer breeze. 

The two walked for a while in silence, just absorbing the beauty of the city. There was something about visiting a new country and absorbing its culture that was always painfully breathtaking. Paris was no exception. 

America had never seen such beautiful, old architecture due to being such a newly developed country. All the old european styles and baroque buildings were new to him. As time passed, America realized that all of these places were filled with history that he never got to experience. It was making him feel a little existential. Russia noticed his silence and stopped for a moment, a small pout on his face as he noticed the wide-eyed look on his boyfriend's face.

"What's wrong America?" Russia questioned.

"Nothing.. It's just- everything is excruciatingly pretty. I wish I was around to enjoy more of it when it was happening. All this history happened without me and I feel a little out of it. Time is a weird concept. It makes you think. If all this glory was happening without me.. was I really necessary in the first place?" America spoke, his eyes zoning out on the ground. Russia's heart broke at his words. He never knew America felt this way.

"Of course you're necessary! Just because amazing things happened without you doesn't mean you're not worthy of existence! Without you, we wouldn't have chocolate chip cookies! The French Revolution would never have happened if you hadn't stuck up for England! We wouldn't be here in this beautiful city without you." Russia said, still in disbelief that America would say such a thing.

"Really?" America asked, snapping out of his daze to look into Russia's violet eyes.

"Of course! Are you crazy? You are incredibly important and I love you. The world wouldn't be the same without you." 

"I love you too." America responded, smiling as his eyes lit up with the usual positive energy that bounced off of him. Russia noticed him smiling and wrapped his arm around the American, continuing their walk towards their destination. He had gotten surprisingly existential in a matter of second, which had really surprised the Russian. America was usually so self-confident and bold. It was surprising to see him so self-deprecating. 

As the couple approached the Champ de Mars, America excitedly shot his head up from Russia's shoulder. 

"That's the Eiffel Tower!" America said excitedly, pointing towards the tower across the field of grass they had approached.

"Yes, I know, I have eyes." Russia responded sarcastically, a smirk on his lips as he saw the American's jaw drop with awe. Russia knew for a fact the American had been to Paris before, but he was pretty sure he had never seen the eiffel tower at night. The sight was enchanting, the bright lights looking like stars on the Paris skyline. 

"You sound like England." the American joked, shoving the Russian playfully with his arm. It was true, England always was incredibly sarcastic. 

"What is this about England I hear?" the couple suddenly heard a familiar voice say. The two turned in horror to see France, standing directly behind them with a huge grin on his face. America shrieked in surprise and Russia stared, wide-eyed as the Frenchman in front of them chuckled. "You think you can get into my country without me noticing?"