Rusame/Amerus one shots

Cold

Russia doesn't remember feeling this sort of guilt in years. He hadn't meant to snap, but he had. God, Russia loved America and that was the truth, but he could be so annoying.
All he wanted was to get some work done, but America wasn't having it.

"Oh, come on Russia!" America poked him over and over again.
"America please." Russia sighed.
"Come ooonnnn. Just one game? Pllleeeaaasssee?" America begged again, pushing the controller at him.
"Pleeeaaasssseeee?" He fluttered puppy dog eyes at Russia.
Russia had enough. 10 minutes of this bullshit and he snapped. He ripped the controller out of America's hands and threw it across the room.
"Would you just grow up! I have stuff to do other than babysit you! You and your dumb games, why can't you be like everyone else and actually do something productive? You're lazy and I can't handle it anymore!"
Russia stood up and stormed out leaving America standing there in shock.

Now Russia was wondering around the marketplace, guilt eating him alive.
Finally, Russia approached a booth.
"A bouquet of white roses please."
The florist turned around as Russia pulled the money out of his wallet. They traded items and Russia headed back on his way.
He walked down the snowy path back toward his house, and where his boyfriend would be waiting. The middle January wind bit at any open skin, so Russia just pulled his scarf up higher. He tucked the flowers tightly to his chest as he walked up the path to the door. The light from the windows glowed on the freshly fallen snow.
Russia carefully opened the door to the house and stepped inside. He shook off the snow and took off his coat.
"America? Are you here?"
For a moment there was silence and then a blur of movement. Then Russia was on the ground with America's arms wrapped tightly around his torso. The roses lay a yard away, now forgotten.
America sobbed into Russia's chest and squeezed him tighter. He cried something that was muffled by Russia's chest.
"What? I don't understand." Russia said gently rubbing America's shoulder.
America pulled his head up from Russia's body.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I'm annoying. I promise that I'll change. I'll be more mature. Please I don't want you to leave! Don't leave me!"
Russia lifted a hand to America's face.
"You don't have to change dorogoy. I said some things that I shouldn't have said, and I need to fix it."
America sniffled and looked up at him. His blue eyes watered and his lips trembled.
"I don't want you to change. I love you as you are, with all your immaturity and playfulness." Russia said quietly.
"Do you really mean that?"
"Da, absolutely."
"Really, really?" America tested.
Russia laughed and leaned down to brush their noses together. He sighed and pulled away again. "I'm sorry about what I said. I was stressed and it was out of place."
America nestled into Russia's chest. "I know you were stressed. I thought maybe I could help you. You know. Like the hero I am."
Russia smiled softly, "I know."
They were both quiet for a little while longer. Before America spoke up, a bit hesitant at first, "Could we watch a movie?"
"Da, maybe it would help to take a break." America's face lit up, "I'll make popcorn." In an instant the American was up and gone into the kitchen. Russia chuckled, the American was odd, sure, but the hyperactivity definitely added a little excitement to Russia's bleak life.
Carefully, Russia scooped up the scattered flowers and set them in a vase. He grabbed out a blanket and laid it on the couch as he waited for America. From the kitchen, popping could already be heard as well as humming.
Russia sat down on the couch and took off his boots, smiling as he listened to America in the kitchen.
Wind whistled outside, threatening anyone who dared to leave with harsh cold. However, he couldn't be cold with America by his side.