Expectations (Rusame)

part 1???

alright so this is my first fanfiction!! hopefully it doesn't suck too much :')

I am open to constructive criticism!!!

"A ball?" America questioned. Just a few moments ago America's father, Britain, burst into his room and started rambling about some dance happening later this evening.

Britain nodded in response. "I'm hosting it in the honor of one of my clients, Empire of Japan. I believe you've met him before."

America only grunted. He lost track of how many balls he attended throughout his lifetime. After a while, it just becomes a blur. Just another night of being polite and keeping a fake smile plastered onto your face, laughing at jokes with no punchline.

"I want you to meet his daughter, Japan," Britain added, adjusting his tie.

"Want me to seduce her with my devilish charm and rugged good looks?" America said sarcastically, checking himself out in a mirror.

"Precisely," Britain chimed in, walking over to America and fixing his son's tie. He placed a hand on America's shoulder. "Look, becoming allies with the Empire of Japan is crucial for my business. Our business. So that means you have to chat up his daughter. Get her to warm up to you. That way she'll trust you, and then her father will trust us," Britain whispered in America's ear. His voice was low and stern. America only shook off his father's grip.

"Got it," America said lazily. An easy task; America was extremely charismatic and could just about chat up anyone.

"By the way," Britain piped up, "It's a masquerade ball, that way we can keep a low profile. I've already chosen an outfit and mask for you."

America snorted. What was the point of seducing someone if they didn't even know who you were? But America knew how much his father liked to keep his privacy.

"How am I even going to know who she is?" America wondered aloud.

"You'll find a way, son, you always do," Britain patted America on the back then left the room. To anyone else, Britain's words would've seemed supportive. But America knew what his father's words really meant.

They were a threat.

A threat that said don't fail me.

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America found a tuxedo and a mask laying on top of his bed. The maids must've put them there he thought as he picked up a perfectly folded shirt and put it on. The outfit was quite simple; just a black tuxedo with a white button-up shirt and red tie. But despite its plain appearance, it was expensive.

America then reached for the mask. It was just half of a mask, so it would only cover America's stars, leaving his stripes exposed. The mask was black with silver lining around the eye hole and sequins decorating it. In the middle of the mask sat a crown.

America rolled his eyes. His father sure liked to show off his wealth.

He quickly got ready for the ball and headed downstairs to greet the guests.

Just as America exited his room, his brother, Canada, did as well. His brother was wearing a black tuxedo and gold mask with butterfly wings sprouting from the side. Together, they both walked down the grand flight of stairs.

"Excited?" Canada asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Oh, yes, I can barely contain my excitement," America said sarcastically.

Canada gave him a small chuckle. "What's he making you do this time?"

"Meet some girl. Her name is Japan, I think,"

"You'll do great," Canada smiled, patting his brother on the back.

"I know," America winked. His brother jokingly punched him on the shoulder. They both burst into laughter and continued to mess around with each other the rest of the way down the stairs.

Guests were already flooding into the ballroom when America and Canada arrived downstairs. They quickly parted ways and America started searching for Japan. His mission was to chat her up, which would be considerably easy. The only problem was finding her.

America scanned the room for her. He didn't know exactly what she looked like, he just assumed she looked somewhat like her dad. But then again, she would be wearing a mask.

America gritted his teeth. He wished his father would've given him some information about the girl. That would've made things a little bit easier.

America sighed and closed his eyes. He took off his mask for a quick moment and rubbed his temples. His father would kill him if he didn't succeed. He shook his head and put his mask back on before anyone could see who he really was and headed in the direction of the buffet table.

That is until he bumped into somebody.

"Дерьмо..." He heard someone murmur. America quickly readjusted his mask and helped up the stranger who he bumped into.

"Sorry about that," America apologized, cracking a smile.

"It's alright," The stranger said in a thick Russian accent that America was slightly turned on by.

The stranger was abnormally tall. He practically towered over America. He wore a sharp black suit with a matching black tie. His masquerade mask was black and practically covered his entire face, with feathers sprouting out of all sides. America also carefully noted that the man was wearing an ushanka.  The stranger carefully examined America, then offered him his hand.

"Care to dance?" The country invited.

America stood there and quickly shook his head. Father would kill me if I don't stay on task. "Sorry, I don't dance." America then proceeded to walk to the buffet table but was blocked off by the stranger.

"I can teach you."

America had to laugh. It was adorable how hard the other country was trying to get him to dance.

"Sorry, but no," America denied once again, pushing the other man out of the way. The stranger was surprisingly stubborn and caught America off guard by grabbing his wrist.

"Just one dance," He pleaded.

America pondered the offer. He decided that one dance couldn't hurt.

"Alright, one dance-" America said before he was cut off and dragged onto the dance floor.

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6/1/2019