HetaliaxReader One Shot Series

RussiaXAmerica -- Scars

Please be aware that there are mentions of self ham later in this chapter.
So I thought I'd give you guys an example of how a countryxcountry request would turn out! Please remember though, I wouldn't do anything explicit with ANY of my requests, I'm just not comfortable with it(implications are fine if you want it in there I guess). Even if I don't personally ship a couple I'll still do them if you request it, and it can be both romantic and platonic parings! Theres only a couple romantic relations I wont do, GermanyxPrussia or CanadaXFrance or AmericaXCanada(pretty much anyone that are SIBLINGS/parental relationships), unless you ask for a human AU where they aren't related. Anyways, requests are open so please do ask! Hope you enjoy!(Oh and one thing, theres going to be a little bit of head cannon in this, just to warn you.)
я люблю тебя - I love you(according to google translate.)  

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  The warm water pooled around his feet as America ran his hands through his hair. Morning showers were certainly something he enjoyed, despite joking with Japan about only taking ten second ones. He turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower with a stretch. "Much better!" he sighed. 

  "Good morning, America." The blond startled and snatched up a towel.

  "R-Russia!? What are you doing in here? Why aren't you in the downstairs bathroom!?" He hurriedly tied the towel around himself, covering his body from the stomach down to his knees. The tall nation just smiled. 

  "I left my tooth brush in here yesterday." He opened a cabinet and pulled the item out.

   "And you couldn't wait until I was done in here?" America groaned. Russia smiled and shook his head. "Ugh, just get out already. I need to get dressed." 

  Russia smiled and kissed his forehead. "Alright, sunflower. I'll see you downstairs." America grumbled a bit and hit his head lightly against the wall after his boyfriend left. Sometimes Russia just didn't get that there were some things he wasn't comfortable with just yet. He pulled on a tank top, underwear, and shorts before brushing out his hair and slipping his glasses back on. They had planned to go out and about today to do some shopping, both for necessary things and what ever caught their eye, and a nice lunch. It was mid-July so America opted to not wear heavy clothing today. Russia on the other hand, didn't seem to understand he could still get heat stroke.

     America scratched his head as he looked over his partner once he entered the kitchen. "Dude, you're going to pass out or something if you keep wearing that scarf in this heat." Russia had on a T-shirt and longer shorts, which was appropriate for the weather, but he refused to not wear his scarf. 

  "No, I will be fine. We should get going, da?" He ruffled America's hair and headed for the door.

   "Ok then. Don't blame me if you get heat stroke dude." He pulled on his sneakers and followed Russia outside. There were several fluffy clouds in the sky as the pair walked down the driveway to their cars. "Yours or mine this time?" 

 "Let's take your car."

   "Alrighty then." America unlocked the doors and hopped in, starting the engine. "Where you wanna go first?" 

 "The market."

   America tossed the last few bags of groceries into the back of his car, closing the tail gate. He raised his hand up to block the sun from his eyes and tried to see where Russia was. The taller country hugged him from behind. "Was that everything on the list?" He asked in a sweet voice. America chuckled, shaking his head a bit.