Third person pov:
It was around 7pm. It was already dark so America decided to just wait till tomorrow. It wouldnt be so bad if he just eat tomorrow. He got up, made himself ready for bed and sat on the couch. He turned the TV on and after a while he was sleeping on the couch.
5 am: Russia was just standing there, looking around. The city that should actuly be so full of people was just a ghost town. The war changed so many things. His own country was also not like always. People where paranoid of a bomb that could explode any second.
Russia caught himself staring at the street so he decidet to go. He had to find the United Statetes of America. He never met him so he didnt knew how he looked or what what whas more Important where he was.
Americas pov: I woke up, the sun blending me. I sat up, changed myself and set myself on a chair in the citchen. I just sat there for like 3 min. before i noticed the hole in my belly. I didnt eat yesterday. Hearing now a growl from myself, i got up, took a jacket and went outside. It was cold and so calm. So many things had changed. I decidet that i would just to MC donalds.
After a while, when i was already on my way out of the store i saw someone. He looked different. Like me just taller and with a different flag on his face. He ran to him. "Hey,you!"America shouted, the boy turned around. "I-Im sorry i cant speak right now. Im looking for someone."he said in a strong russian actent. I didnt knew what it was but it made me feel butterflys.
I noticed that I was staring at him. I quickly snapt out." Who is it? Maybe I can help." I asked smiling." Im looking vor the United Stades of Amrerica. Do you know where I can find him?"
Russias pov: Im so dumb. Now I found him and I behave like an idiot. "O-oh im s-sorry" why was I stuttering. I normaly dont so why now? "So why did you wanted to speak with me?"he asked. "C-could we walk for a moment while we talk?" for a little moment i though i saw a slight blush. We walked for a while and talked about the war. The war that caused milions of deaths and if we wouldnt do anything there would be more. At the end we endet up on one of the benches that where on the street. "You didnt just came here to talk about the war, right?" he asked. I paused. "Yeah...so i thought. There is already so many death and pain..." i started. "and i think we should help eachother so we can make this whole world a little bit safer..." what was I saing? I must have been realy tired by now. I looked away, trying to avoid his beautefull blue ey- WAIT NO! I started to blush heavely. America seemed to notice it with asking:" Is everything alright russia?" a simple yeah was the only thing that came out of my mouth. I heard a loud yawn before i felt America leaning against my shoulder. I looked at him just to notice that he was asleep. If I wasnt before, I was now blushing like a tomato. He kinda looked cute.His perfect little nose and his so soft looking lips. I just sat there for a few minutes. I moved my face slowly closer to him. Now there where just an inch between us. Suddenly America opened his eyes and closed the gap between them.
third pov:
Russia who needet some time before noticing that they where kissing was blushing now more then before, even if this was actully imposibel. After a while America broke the Kiss and looked at Russia with big eyes. Russia, who was still blushing didnt knew what to say. America kissed him one last time on the lips. "W-Wha?"was the only thing he could bring out. There where so many emotins in him. He was confused and soething else... in love."I love you." Russia waited for a moment. There was silence betwen the two boy. America already wanted to go but Russia grabed his Hand."Me too." "So... does that make us a thing?" America asked nervously. "I guess..."
My first stoty. Hope u like it. Please tell me if I did something wrong. Have a great day!
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"Its love i gues " RusAme Countryhumans AU
FanfictionOk. No Lemon. But fluff. This is my first fanfic. Im not shure if this will be a oneshot ore not. Please know english isnˋt my first languege. Art is not by me