Drunk in Love - Rusame

Chapter 3

When America started to wake up, he was extremely warm, which wasn't to out of the ordinary because he was a naturally warm person, but, never this warm. He knew that something was off when he opened his eyes and he was facing his wall, which never happened, he always slept facing towards the door to his bathroom. This was due to the fact that it wasn't uncommon for him to watch movies while falling asleep, but, it turned out that he had a thing for horror movies, he knew what happened when you face the wall while you sleep.

America figured that he just fell asleep weird because of the fact that he had gotten drunk out of his mind the night before- a thought hit him and a question popped into his head, 'how did I get home?'

He didn't remember coming home, not to strange, but the only thing that he remembered being picked up by someone and be carried, which he knew was bad. People told him about things that he did when he was drunk, and he was apparently quite clingy after he had even a few drinks.

America sighed, deciding that he should probably get up and take some pain pills, knowing that he was going to have a killer hangover. But, when he tried to move, he found that he was stuck in his spot, it was then that he realized that there was someone spooning him from behind. Knowing that this whole ordeal would most likely be very awkward, he now was thinking twice about getting up. He didn't think that him and this mystery person had sex or anything, he didn't think that he got that drunk, but he really didn't want to have to deal with this.

So, he relaxed into the strong arms that where tightly wrapped around him, for some reason he didn't feel freaked out that there was a stranger in his bed, probably not too smart, but his mind told him that he was safe.

He suddenly felt a wave of curiosity come over him, for some reason he really wanted to know who made him feel like this. Without really thinking he tried to turn around in his sleep to see who it was, keyword is tried, the person who held him hugged him clung to him tighter and pressed their face into the back of his neck. America sighed as they other grumbled something and settled back down, he really wanted to move but at this point he didn't want to try and get the other off of him. He did enjoy the feeling of being held by the other, who he still really wanted to know.

He carefully moved his hand down to his right pocket, he was really hoping that he had been dumb and left his phone in his jeans. He sighed in relief when he felt the phone in his pocket, he slowly pulled his phone out and up so that he could open it without the arms around his waist moving. A small blush coming on his face when he realized that he had deliberately avoided making the other person move at all.

America opened his phone, which was still at 39%, he was thankful that he had charged it before he left before the party the previous night. His headache only got worse as the bright light shined into his eyes, so, he turned down the brightness of his phone, hoping that his headache would somewhat go away and give him some peace. As he opened his messages the only sound that he could hear, other than his own breathing, was the soft breathing of the person holding him.

He opened him and Canada's chat, reading their last conversation he chuckled softly, they had been arguing about if Canada could find any drink that was maple flavored. Since his brother had a strange obsession with anything that was maple flavored, which made eating pancakes or waffles very interesting. Ignoring their previous arguing he pulled up the keyboard and started to slowly type out a couple of words.

America

>hey who is this?

Canada

Um...your brother?>

>no stupid

>in my bed