True Feelings | Rusame | Hetalia |

Your true feelings?

It was hard to tell, was it that he woke up on the wrong side of the bed or that his stupid face was the first thing he saw as he made his way to the conference room? He didn't know, but he wasn't pleased with either of the options... in fact, if anything, he couldn't help but hate the fact that maybe..just maybe.. he smiled at the sight of him... just a little...

America was making his way to the conference room for a meeting, walking along the halls as he looked around. Of course, there wasn't much to see but he really could care less, all he wanted to do was get to the meeting and get it over with. He wasn't much in the mood of seeing everyone..especially not Russia. After an incident that the two had the other day, America was outright ready to punch the Commie in the face before leaving him there to deal with the problem himself.. but of course, he couldn't do that, instead the two ended up fighting for a good amount of time before Russia snapped and brought out his pipe. Even America knew not to go any further with the argument and instead just walked off.

As the American walked, he heard the sound of footsteps, loud footsteps, coming closer to him. He looked behind himself, seeing as no one was there before looking forward, only to be seeing the one person he hoped not to see- Russia. The tall, Russian man with his violet eyes and sweet and innocent, yet ever so fearful smile walked across the hallway, coming closer to the American as he was walking in the other direction. All America could do was glare at him now that they had made eye contact. He could feel the dark aura seeping out of the taller country, it felt deathly cold and somewhat paralyzing but America couldn't be bothered to react. He couldn't be bothered to even respond when Russia said hello or when he waved to him, his sweet smile beaming at the American.

America just walked past him, muttering bitterly as he did. He couldn't stop but have a strong feeling of hate for him, but at the same time, he felt something else. Something he didn't expect but the feeling soon left him as he shook his head and coming to the doof of the conference room, opening it and stepping in.

Of course, everyone else was in the room already, all seated down, waiting for the meeting to start. America walked in, going over to his seat as he kept muttering quietly. It was already obvious to everyone that there was something wrong with America but no one said anything. Russia soon entered the room as well and America's muttering continued. He kept glaring over at Russia, but Russia kept his smile.

For a while, there was only America's muttering that could be heard and all the other countries were taking notice of it, knowing that he was glaring at the Russian that was on the other side of the table. "Do you think this has something to do with what happened yesterday?" France whispered over to China and England. China just shrugged as he looked at America. England looked at France before looking over to America, growing tired of his Muttering and beginning to speak. "Bloody hell America! If you have something to say then say it! Instead of just staring at the damn Russian!" he shouted, causing everyone to look at him. Even America stopped for a moment and looked at him.

He just looked at England for a moment, "Something to say? Something to say?" he repeated before glaring at Russia again, everyone's attention going back to America. "I have plenty to say about this man!" He yelled, slamming his hands on the table and jolting up from his seat. He looked damn angry at Russia "He's just a no good, cold-hearted, emotionless person that shows no feelings toward others! Not even a bit of happiness or sadness or anything! I've had it with him and his emotionless fricking heart!"  America let out, he couldn't stop himself but he didn't know why he did it either. Why did he bother caring if Russia had any feelings? Wat it because he did..? He didn't know. He was just looking at Russia, who was just smiling. Of course, he'd just stay the same... why did he think this would make a difference...

There was silence in the room as everyone just looked at America. England had soon dismissed the meeting,  seeing as after what just happened, the meeting wouldn't continue. Everyone had soon left and America was about to exit the room before being stopped, feeling a hand being placed on his shoulder. He looked back and, of course, it was Russia. He looked at him for a moment before looking away, sighing. If Russia was going to do something to him, he may as well do it. "What do you want?" He asked the taller country, still looking away from him. Russia looked down at America "You don't really think I'm cold-hearted, do you?" he asked, looking a bit sad, his voice being softer than usual. America then looked up the taller country, thinking for a moment before answering "...well the only emotion you seem to show to me is your hatred for me.." he said rather bluntly. What did it matter? He didn't think Russia would think any of it, so what was the point?

Russia looked around for a moment before sighing and leaning in closer to America's face "You know America... I don't understand many of my feelings.. so I can't show them.." He said softly, looking a little down. America just looked at Russia, "Russia I-" he was going to say before Russia moved closer, their lips brushing each other, making America turn a shade of red. "I'm sorry... if it seemed I hated you... I really don't.." Russia spoke quietly, looking into his ocean blue eyes before gently leaning in one more time, closing his eyes and softly giving the American a kiss, a soft blush appearing on his face as he did. America blushed darker, looking at Russia as he kissed, surprised. He was going to push him back but something in him stopped him as if all the hate he had just vanished and instead he felt something else. Something that he felt for a while but now... now it was more clear...

He couldn't deny it now, he had feelings for him and he didn't mind that. America softly closed his eyes, kissing him back softly as he blushed. Russia blushed softly, smiling into the kiss. He placed a hand on America's cheek, gently pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Even if he may not know his emotions, he knew this one and he wanted America to know what he felt was true.

America didn't hesitate to return the deep kiss, smiling softly into it as he did. Russia soon pulled away slowly, blushing as he looked at America before looking away. He was a little embarrassed but smiled, leaning into America's ear, "Я люблю тебя Америка..." ("I love you America...") he softly said before getting a hug from the American, blushing again softly. America hugged him when he said that, know what he said, smiling softly as he hugged "..I'm sorry... I love you too... I really do.."

Russia smiled as he hugged the smaller country, keeping him close to him. He was glad to hear that from him. It made him feel warm and happy. America hugged him close, his feelings bursting with love. He didn't need to ignore it or resist it. He loved Russia, and he loved that he did...