wishes // a CH rusame story

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Who was that mystery new roommate?

A pretty prominent question in America's mind today as he was finally going to know the answer. He smiled on his bed, rolling a little to check on his phone, nothing really important. A few snaps, a quick answer to texts, that was all he could really do at the moment.

He sighed a little.

He kind of wanted to stay alone in his dorm. It was nice to have parties, he had the whole small kitchen-living room to himself. He got lucky to have it for his first year, still he got pretty lonely over time.

The saddest part was that his roommate couldn't be one of his friends, he'd know it if it was the case.
He didn't really mind who would be here, for real, he just prayed it wouldn't be a shithead.

Imagine if he couldn't throw any more parties?!

His college life would be over. His whole reputation depended on those!

He quickly stood up when he heard a key opening the front door, a big smile decorating his face. He slid to the living room, opening his arms big.

"WELCOME NEW COOL ROOMMATE!" He screamed as his eyes scanned to meet the other person's gaze. He looked up, meeting a strange ice blue stare. He got chills running down his spine.

"R-Russia! Hi! Please be at home-"

Oh no, this was worse than a shithead!

IT WAS RUSSIA. America cringed a little, putting a hand over his face.

Russia was probably the least social person he'd ever met in his life, he was so strange going around the campus all gloomy or whatever.

Not letting anybody getting close to him.

He didn't even talk to anyone he was just alone.

All the time.

And that's pretty much what everyone knew about him.

Russia shook a sign of the head, putting his luggage on the floor, he closed the door, quickly going back to America with his menacing gaze.

"Hello America. I'm your new roommate. You stay in your room, I stay in mine, we should be good." He grabbed the handles that he left a few seconds ago, and started making his way to the room that didn't look busy. He gave a quick nod to say his goodbyes to America, and with that he disappeared behind the wall.

The American gulped, quickly going back to his own bedroom, plopping on his bed and smacking his head against the pillow.

"This is like the worst thing that could happen to me. Why does god hate me?"

His phone went off and his fingers lazily wrapped around it, pressing it to his ears.

"What?" He groaned into the microphone without really thinking about it.

"Well that doesn't sound like a good roommate to me." A girly voice chuckled through the speaker.

"Japan. It is worse than I could ever imagine." America sighed in defeat, giving up on his college dreams or whatever. He wasn't being dramatic, no.

Okay, maybe just a little.

"Come on. That bad?" She questioned, giving a small break for America to have his existential crisis. "I got Russia, Japan. Russia."

"Oh shit, it really is that bad. What'd he say"

America mockingly took an accent. "You stay in your room, I stay in mine." He huffed a little. "Bro I wasn't even planning on talking to you for my whole life, it's not like I'm going to mess up your room on purpose."

"Okay, okay, stay positive. It can't be horrible, try finding interests you have in common. Maybe he is not as...special as everyone gives him credit for." Japan suggested, you could hear she was amused by this. America was not.

"For real, I hate this."

"What do you think his wish is?"

America laughed a little, imagining all the possibilities. "I legit have no idea. I can't even look at him in the eyes, he gives me chills. Plus, you know I don't like to look at stranger's wishes, even if I'm kinda curious about that one."

"Okay but imagine if it's something super edgy like...I wish people would see the real me or something." She joked for a bit, America giggled as he played with a strand of his hair.

"I'd cringe so bad. Maybe he just wants chocolate though. You never know."

"He gives me the vibes of someone that wouldn't like chocolate." She whispered in the phone, like she was revealing a secret.

"This would be an affront to our newly created relationship. I can't be friends with someone that doesn't like chocolate." He solemnly said.

"That's maybe a bit extreme."

"You know I'm always reasonable." He winked to himself.

They continued their conversation for a bit, before saying their goodbyes and America went back into his i-don't-have-a-good-roommate-please-let-me-outta-here crisis. He also shared the big news with his other friends, earning a few snickers through facetime or a bunch of laughing emojis.

Even his own brother laughed at him. That fucktard.

America sat down on his bed, waiting for the day to be over but he heard his belly grumbling to the thriumph of hunger.

He went with floppy steps to the common room, hoping to be alone for a good minute before he noticed a blond ponytail in front of the opposite door.
He also felt the blue stare looking up and down at him. America couldn't see it though, he was too buy looking at the wall.

"Do you have something to cook here?"

America scratched the back of his head. "I should have pasta or something. I can order though, you don't need to c-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence that the other was already taking the box out of the cupboards. America felt a bit overwhelmed in that strange atmosphere.

"Can I help you..?" He proposed, getting closer to the kitchen.

"No. I'll call you when it's done. Don't get close to me." He quickly answered, pouring the spaghettis in the pan.

America sighed and went back to his room.

This was going to be difficult.

ayyyyy new fanfic!!!!!! im really inspired help
-nem