Blue Veins • Rusame

Au Revoir

(A/N for all those who didn't read the smut chapter: the only thing you really missed is that France sent them a gift basket and then they did the thing. Just a quick briefing for you chickadees just in case I make a reference to France's "gift" in this chapter)

America opened his eyes the next morning, wrapped in Russia's warm arms, happily remembering what happened the night before. The eiffel tower had been so lovely, and Russia sure wasn't kidding when he said it would be "a night of firsts". Contemplating what had happened over the past couple months, he smiled. He was dating his former arch-enemy, he had been to the top of the Eiffel tower, and he had overall had an amazing experience. Except one thing. He still had to deal with England. Thinking about England gave him anxiety, so he decided to shake the thought out of his head as he sat up on the bed. 

Slowly slipping out of Russia's arms, America made his way to the bathroom, passing France's "gift" on the way, slightly smirking at all the contents inside. As soon as he got into the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. He had a couple hickey's and his hair was super disheveled, but he was pretty sure he could get away with it until they disappeared. He had seen some concealer in the gift basket France had given them, so he figured he could use them on the red marks. 

After brushing his teeth, the American made his way back to the bedroom, where he noticed Russia groggily rubbing his eyes. America giggled at Russia's bedhead and walked over to him, sitting on his lap with a smile before pecking him on the lips lovingly. 

"Nice boxers." America teased, looking down at the Russian's underwear, which were boxers with the Russian flag printed on them. Ironically enough, America was wearing the exact same pair but with an American flag on them.

"You dork." Russia grumbled, his voice slightly raspy from being woken up. America chuckled and stood up, heading over to his overnight bag and grabbing a t shirt and joggers, a combination Russia often reminded him was very attractive. As America slipped the pants and t-shirt on, the Russian put on a sweater and black jeans. 

"You wanna get some breakfast?" America asked excitedly, his expression radiating happiness. For some reason, America was a morning person. Even without coffee, it was not difficult to wake him for a morning jog or a meeting. Russia on the other hand, felt like death in the morning. He always needed tea or a slap in the face to wake him up. 

"Yes, but we need to avoid France." Russia groggily mumbled, causing America to cringe. Neither of them wanted to run into him, especially after he sent them that gift basket. 

"How about we choose a cafe that's not close to the hotel? That way he'll never think to look there!" America suggested, heading towards the door. Russia nodded in agreement and happily followed his boyfriend out the door and into the hall, where they proceeded to the lobby. 

America used his language skills to ask the French receptionist where there were good cafes outside a 2 mile radius from the hotel. She happily pointed them in the direction they wanted to go and the two made hopped into a taxi and made their way to breakfast. 

Upon arrival, the two made sure to properly check their surroundings, looking out for a lurking France in the nearby area. Seeing that the coast was clear, the two made their way into the cafe and sat down. After Russia got a little caffeinated tea in him, he was more eager to speak.

"How are you feeling?" Russia asked, holding his boyfriend's hand on the table sweetly.

"I'm a little sore but I'm fine." America admitted, his face heating up a bit at thoughts of the previous night. 

"Good. Anyway, we're leaving Paris in a couple hours. It's finally summer in Russia, we can sit by that lake you almost drowned in one time!" Russia said, smiling at the American.

"OOooo exciting. Hopefully my veins won't turn dark blue this time. It's not still frozen, right?" America joked.

"Of course not you goof! It's beautiful in the summertime. There's a sunflower field on the other side, so when you look across the water all you can see are fields of yellow." Russia explained, dreaming of his country with happy thoughts dancing in his brain. America smiled at him and recognized the feeling of missing his own country, even though they had been there only a few days before. 

-Time Skip-

After finishing breakfast, the two made their way back to the hotel to pack up their things and get ready for a long flight back to Russia's house, where Latvia was patiently waiting for all the details of their trip. America also kind of missed his brother, so he was getting excited at the thought of FaceTiming him when they got back to Russia's house. 

Before boarding the plane, the couple had a few more hours to stroll around the city and admire the monuments and beautifully crafted buildings that they had been surrounded by the past couple days. The passed the Jeanne d'arc statue with a fresh white rose placed on its base. the couple figured France had already made his rounds today. 

It was a somber, yet peaceful walk to the airport as they went to leave the city. Though both America and Russia had been there many times, this time felt special. Incredibly special. Overwhelmingly special. So special, in fact, that as they looked out the window of their flight, America couldn't stop himself from whispering,

"Au revoir Paris."

Guys! Thank you so much for reading this boring filler chapter. This book is nearly over, with two more chapters to go, so I'm a lil sad but I'm also really happy because I can start working on new projects (I'm writing a spamano fic and my first Prucan fic as soon as this is over)! But I hope you enjoyed! AH you guys are the best. I never thought this book would even get 1K... never mind 7K.. so thank you... SO MUCH. I love ya <3