Rusame/Amerus one shots

Warmth

The rain pattered against the windows of America's 20th floor apartment. The noise of New York city below, roaring over the sound of rain.
America couldn't sleep, his mind raced ahead of him and he tried to get some rest.
The thoughts of the meeting earlier continued to plague his conscience, making him feel worse and worse about the situation at hand.
You'll kill us all before you succeed! England's voice echoed through his head. You have to contain him. Not kill us!
You said whatever it takes! This is you as well! America had responded.
My fault of course. You ungrateful brat! After everything I did for you. You are the one that is putting up nuclear missiles! This is all you! You are a murderer in the making and I refuse to associate with that. So fix it! Now.
England was wrong. If he thought America wasn't able to fix this on his own he was mistaken. America rolled onto his back.
England had done nothing for him. He meant nothing to America, he was an ally and that's it.
So why did his heart hurt?
America sat up startled when there was a knock at his door.
There was a long pause as America stared at the door. After several minutes of silence, America laid down again.
Just as he started to relax, there was a second knock.
Ghosts!
America swallowed hard, reaching out to his bed stand and snagging his glasses. Then he found his colt.
America slid out of his bed, and quietly made his way towards the door.
Just as he approached, there was another knock. America picked up on a Russian accent drifting through the door.
America sighed and eased his finger off the trigger, and unlocked the door.
He found Russia leaning against the door. Russia looked awful, he was hunched over and almost twitchy.
"Can I help you?" America asked leaning against the door frame.
"Can I come in?" Russia finally looked at him.
America hesitated, something was off. He had never seen Russia like this before. "Russia we aren't supposed to be together anymore. Remember were kind of enemies now."
Russia didn't seem to need the reminder, flinching at America's words.
"Da, I know. It's just..." He trailed off, America searched for his gaze.
Finally Russia broke. "Please, I don't want to be alone tonight!"
"I'm not a warm body that you can use." America retaliated.
Russia recoiled. "I didn't say that, and I didn't say I wanted to sleep with you."
America watched him. Don't do this.
But he still stepped aside and let Russia in.
The cold war was at its peak, and if anyone found out that he let Russia into his apartment, he would be a dead man.
Russia seemed just as nervous, toying with the end of his scarf and biting his lip.
"So what was it tonight, the nightmares or the visions?" America sighed, walking into the kitchen and pouring a cup of water.
"Nightmares." Russia responded, accepting the cup from America.
The young nation sat on the bed and patted the space next to him. Russia sat down next to him.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Nyet. I can't. Not with you." Russia responded. "I like New York, it's much warmer here. Busy, and full of life. I don't see that in Stalingrad."
America looked out the window, the lit up windows across from his apartment glared back.
They sat in silence for several long minutes, America tapping his foot on the floor while Russia finished his water.
"You know if your boss finds out you're here-"
"Da, I know."
"Then why come?" America finished, turning to face him.
"I can't get you off my mind. I know that we aren't together anymore. But I keep thinking about you, the blue in your eyes, your laugh and smile. The way you are so full of life and so warm. I miss you." Russia took America's hand, clutching him tightly between his large hands.
America rubbed his thumb against the top of Russia's hand. "To be honest I almost didn't let you in." Russia deflated a little. America hurried on. " But something told me to. Like it felt more right to have you in this apartment with me." America lifted their hands up, and pressed a kiss against Russia's knuckles. "I miss you too. The way you hold me, the way you light up when you are happy, and dear God if you weren't my stable ground, then I don't know what was."
Russia watched him for a second and then pulled his hand away. It returned almost as fast though behind America's neck drawing him closer. America closed his eyes as their lips brushed and the completely pressed together. America's hands curled into his blankets, fireworks shooting off in his head. He felt dizzy. God I missed you, so much.
America lifted a hand and placed it on Russia's shoulder blade, pulling him even closer.
By the time they pulled away, America was out of breath and Russia's face was bright red. The two crawled under the covers together, America resting his head so that he could see Russia, while the platinum blond stared back into his eyes.
America curled tighter into Russia, his arms wrapped around Russia's waist. Russia's fingers stroked America's hair gently. His breath was steady now. America started to drift back into sleep.
Let them talk, I could care less. This is what feels right, and this is what I want.
Russia tucked his chin on top of America's head and sighed. The sound of the cars below was still just as loud as ever, but the warmth in the apartment made it seem so far away. Even though tomorrow at the meeting Russia and America would have to hate each other, everything felt okay now. America smiled into Russia's chest. He heard the soft rattle in Russia's chest as he took a breath to speak:
"Ya lyublyu tebya, Amerika."
"I love you too, Russia."