Rusame/Amerus one shots

Sparkle

America pulled Russia up the hill behind him, grinning all the while.
"C'mon dude, I know the best place to watch!"
Russia only smiled at his boyfriend's antics. "Amerika, what exactly are we watching?"
America's eyes lit up, "Fireworks dude! It's my birthday duh!"
"Oh was that today?" America pouted. "Just kidding! You are so gullible." Russia swiped a finger against America's face. In response America stuck out his tongue.
"Here should be good." America pointed a little ahead of them. Russia handed one end of the blanket to America, and they laid it out. On America's arm was a picnic basket with watermelon, soda, chips and candy in it.
Russia sat down on the blanket and neatly crossed his legs. He watched America scurry around a few moments longer before joining the platinum blond.
For several minutes the pair ate snacks and talked about Astronomy, occasionally arguing about the names of constellations. The topic was lighthearted and the two were in desperate need of that, the stress beginning to weigh on their relationship. When the conversation tapered out, they laid back and stared at the sky, silently holding hands. Russia glanced over at America, who was smiling. Something hurt deep inside. He truly loved America, but they were having problems and he didn't want to see this end.
Somewhere a band started up and started playing some music. America perked at the sound and turned to Russia. "Let's dance."
America dragged Russia to his feet, just as an upbeat song reached its chorus. America danced around, Russia only bopping a little bit, until America grabbed a hold of Russia's hands and forced him to dance. The two of them were laughing by the time a slow song came on.
Russia still smiling gently took America's hand and placed his other hand on the American's waist. America stepped toward him and rested his head on Russia's shoulder. They swayed to the music, soaking in each others presence.
"Happy Birthday, America." Russia whispered to his lover. America was silent, but his grip tightened momentarily, to tell Russia that he heard him.
Once the song finishes they sat down again. America laid on his back with his head on Russia's lap. Russia played with America's blond hair.
The settled back into silence, the music drifting over them easing the moods into relaxation.
"You wanna a soda?" America reached into the basket.
"No thanks." Russia honestly didn't like sodas. America shrugged, "Do you want anything else then?" Russia leaned down over America, "Other than you?" He saw the blush light the tips of the others ears.
Russia chuckled a bit and sat back up. America kept watching him, before sitting up and opening his soda. "Jerk." He muttered before taking a drink. Russia slid an arm around America's shoulders, "You know you love me."
"You're right I do." America kissed Russia's cheek and took another drink.
It was getting pretty dark out now, it was hard to see very far ahead of them. America crawl back over to the basket and pulled something out.
"Have you ever done sparklers before?"
Russia shook his head. "Nyet. Why?"
The grin on America's face was devilish. "Well c'mon, I'll show you how it's done."
America stood up and Russia could now see that he was holding a long, thin box, as well as his usual Zippo lighter. America opened the box and tapped out the contents, sticks all about the length of America's forearm.
Taking one, America set the rest on the ground and uncapped his lighter. The flame flickered underneath the stick for a moment and then with a flash, the stick was shooting of what looked like sparkles.
Russia watched in awe as America made little designs in the air with the sparkler. In a short amount of time, the sparkling stick faded out and America dropped it on the ground and stepped on it, making sure it was completely out.
America grabbed a second stick and held it out to Russia, "You wanna try?"
Russia took the stick nodding and stood up to join the American.
America lit the Zippo and held it underneath the sparkler, until it caught and the sparkles began again. Russia stared at it for a second and looked up at America, who had one as well. America was spinning, and it looked like he had a ring of light all the way around him. Russia moved the stick through the air, and the light lingered momentarily where the sparkler had just been. Russia continued to simply move the sparkler, making little designs. Once he realized he had America's attention, he drew a heart in the air. America returned the heart, with one of his own.
For a while, the two ran around with the sparklers, as it continued to get darker and darker out side. Once the box was done, they cleaned up and laid down on the blanket. America folded his arms under his head and stared up at the sky, scanning for every star he knew by name.
Within moments, the sky was lit up.
America broke into a grin. "They're starting!" Russia turned his head back as a second firework lit up the sky. They started off slow, but slowly began to work up a pace. Sometimes three or four being shot off at once.
"Aren't they beautiful?" America said, his voice soft. Russia turned to look at him. The fireworks, when they exploded, made the blue in America's eyes pop and almost glow, but that wasn't what caught his attention. The way America seemed relaxed, laying with his hands under his head and his feet crossed. America was smiling, but not the same huge grin he wore around. Russia smiled, remembering that he was the only one who got to see America, comfortable.
"Da, they certainly are." America seemed happy with this response, because he didn't say anything else.
Russia turned back to watch the rest of the fireworks.
When the fireworks ended, the band began to play America's national anthem, to which several people stood up and saluted the flag the flapped in the slight breeze. Russia noticed that America did as well.
As the song finished cheering rose out of the crowd and people packed the bags and started to leave.
Russia and America made quick work of their own stuff, and even quicker work when they realised the booms they were hearing weren't fireworks, but thunder. They had just started to walk back to America's car when it started to rain. America laughed and grabbed Russia's hand and they ran through the rain together.
Once they reached the car, America shook his head, sending water everywhere and the Russian gave him a light shove. America continued grinning at his Russian.
The rain kept pouring outside, but now Russia wasn't hearing that. He lifted his hand to cup the side of America's face and gently rubbed his thumb over his cheekbone. America leaned into Russia's hand, lifting his eyes so they maintained eye contact.
Then Russia pulled America forward, their lips touched briefly, they pulled away and looked at each other, before America grabbed Russia by his scarf and pulled him in again.
They held onto each other like the other would float away if they let go, and kissed like it would be the last time they saw each other. Dripping wet, and kissing. Russia wasn't really complaining, he and America hadn't been this close in a while. They had gone back to sleeping separately and behaving cold towards each other. When America said they were going to see something, Russia had no idea what to expect. Maybe this would bring things up from here.
Even after they had kissed they didn't pull away. Their foreheads rested together and they stayed quiet just a little longer.
"I love you. So, so much." America finally whispered.
Russia smiled. "Ya lyublyu tebya."
When they did pull away, a lot of the traffic was already gone.
America started the car and went to put it in drive, but Russia stopped him.
"I want to say this now, since I'm not sure what will happen when we get to your house." Russia grabbed America's hand. "But I think I've figured something out about you."
America looked at him. "Ok-ay?"
Russia smiled, and brought America's knuckles to his lips. "You are a sparkler. You leave light wherever you go." Russia looked at him. "Like in my life."
America threw his arms around Russia's neck. "My God, I love you! I love you so much!" America squealed.
Russia laughed and placed his arms around America's torso.
America pulled away and sat back down and once again went to put the car into drive, but stopped and looked at Russia.
"What did you mean by 'when we get home'?"
Russia shrugged. "We just haven't been getting along very well lately."
America grinned at him, "Well this lights gonna linger a little longer, so you don't have to worry.
America put the car into drive and pulled away.
As they drove, it was pretty much silent other than the radio. Then America turned it off.
"So if I'm your light, then you are definitely my night. And yeah, I get how weird that sounds, but to be fair I love night. It when the stars come out and everything feels calm." America gave him a side ways glance. "In some odd way, you make me feel calm Vanya."
Russia moved his hand on top of America's, which still rested on the stick shift. Russia kept smiling, and nothing more was said on the way home.
Once home, the two went in and hesitated. It was like they both were waiting for something bad to happen.
When nothing presented itself, Russia closed the door. To which he was pinned to immediately after by America, who pressed their lips together once more.
"You aren't leaving tonight?" America murmured, only centimeters from Russia's face.
"Nyet, tomorrow." Russia replied.
America still frowned, but quickly turned into a smile. "Let's watch a movie then."
Russia made popcorn while America worked to setting up the movie. When Russia went back into the living room, the blond American had Captain America on and several blankets laid out on the couch. Russia joined him and handed the popcorn bowl to his lover. They snuggled up together to spend most likely the rest of the night on the couch.