I'm tired
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3rd (Reich jk) Person
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As America slowly worked his way back to Russia's house, stopping every now and then when Russia completely lost his balance and almost toppled onto the concrete or swayed or ran into something. Eventually it had begun raining, leaving both countries cold and wet, although Russia didn't really mind it as much as America. They finally reached the door and America knocked, still holding a Russia as he slumped over his shoulder. Ukraine opened the door and looked at them both with an odd expression. She rolled her eyes a little and let them both in.
"Thank you for bringing him back. He's kind of s dumbass sometimes. I didn't think he'd be drunk." She said, a little frustrated with her brother. America wanted to defend him, but he figured he shouldn't speak about what happened at the park. It was something that should stay between him and Russia. He just shrugged.
"I don't mind."
Ukraine looked out the window at the weather, then back at them. "Maybe younshould stay over since it's dark and the rain is getting a bit heavier. You can borrow one of Russia's shirts. I'm sure he wouldn't kill you." She smiled playfully. America gave an awkward laugh, but headed upstairs with Russia still slumping over his shoulder. He opened Russia's door and led him to the bed, letting him sit down and just be dazed. He put Russia's bag on the floor, pulled the phone out and plugged it in. He then looked back at Russia and chewed his cheek.
"Russia, your clothes are soaked. You need to change."
As he expected, the drunk country mumbled out something in russian and sort of just sat there. America blushed at the thought of undressing him, but he knew it needed to be done. Nobody should sleep in wet clothes, it's uncomfortable. He walked over to Russia and took his ushanka off. He then grabbed the bottom of the hoodie. Russia looked down and watched his movements, confusion taking over his face.
"Что ты делаешь...?" He slurred. America didn't answer him, just pulled the hoodie up over his head and putting it beside him. The second the hood was off, America noticed the bandages on his wrists. He stared at them for a moment, feeling dread in his stomach. He held off on saying anything because he'd rather talk to Russia about it when he's sober. He felt the shirt Rus had on was damp, and he pulled that off as well. He felt heat rushing up his neck as he looked at the other country's body. He was toned, slim, he could easily see his abs, and he had to temptation to reach out and feel them to see if they were even real. But of course, he didn't. (That's right ame, run from the gae thoughts)
He figured his face couldn't get any redder as he reached down to Russia's jeans and started to unbutton them. Russia himself had a noticeable blush on his face as he looked at America's hands. America pushed the jeans down off Russia's hips and pulled them off his legs entirely, leaving the other country sitting there in his boxers. America tried his hardest to keep his eyes off Russia's body, yet he couldn't help but steal a glance at him again. His face was hot as he put the wet clothes in the hamper and opened Russia's wardrobe.
"You like what you see?" The thickly russian accented voice spoke behind him, in a teasing manner. He turned to see Russia smirking at him, still drunk off his ass. America blushed more and turned away, ignoring the comment. Sure, it was hot, but he knew Russia was just drunk and didn't mean it to be serious. He pulled a shirt from the wardrobe and figured it would be extremely difficult and awkward to put pants back on him, so he would just leave him in his boxers. He brought the shirt back to the bed and looked at Russia.
"Can you, uh... raise your arms up?" He asked. Russia slowly put his arms into the air, allowing America to slide the shirt on him. After he pulled it down, he chewed his lip.
"Try to sleep Russia." He said, pushing the other's shoulders down onto the bed so he was laying. He looked up at America, his face tired but worried.
"I don't think I can." He said again, looking at America with sad eyes. America instinctively brushed his hand over the other's cheek, although he wasn't sure why. Russia blushed a little, but America didn't notice.
"I'm here for you." He said simply. The drunk seemed to be satisfied enough with his response and he closed his eyes, sinking into the mattress. America smiled a little to see him relax, and then went back to the closet. He tried to find a small shirt but all of them were bigger than him. He eventually just grabbed a random one and started to change. He glanced at Russia again before taking the wet shirt off. He set it down for a minute and put the bigger shirt on, then he set the shirt out to dry. He didn't want to put it in Russia's laundry for reasons that are self explanatory, so he figured he'd just take it in the morning. He wasn't used to seeing Russia without his ushanka on, but it was a welcome sight. He took the ushanka and set it on the dresser before taking his phone from his pocket.
🇺🇸 • Hey bro, I'm at Russia's house again. He was drunk off his ass and it's dark and raining outside so I'm just staying here for the night.
🇨🇦 • Oh alright. Dad was wondering where you were. I'll tell him you're with a friend.
🇺🇸 • Thanks man, I owe you one 🤞🏻
He put his phone on the dresser and laid down next to Russia. He tried to get comfortable, but his pants were damp from the rain and it was keeping him from settling in. He relented and slid them off, putting them next to his shirt to dry. As he went to sit back down, he noticed Russia's arms again and sighed.
He's not going to be happy with me tomorrow.
He turned the lights in Russia's room off and laid back down. He looked up at Russia's sleeping, peaceful face, and felt himself blush again. He wasn't sure why, but now being this close to the other country gave him butterflies. (idk why but I don't like that term. I'm using it anyway tho) He found himself moving closer to Russia and laying his head on his chest. As he closed his eyes, he felt the drunk country wrap one arm around him in his sleep. America smiled and closed his eyes, feeling comfortable now.
That was the first night in a long time that Russia slept without having a nightmare.
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Mega UwU
Russia's a hot boi ain't he, America u better be grateful I let u see his a b s .
