Is This Love? (rusame)

Too Rough, Russia!

About an hour later
Russia's POV

I layed in bed next to America. He was breathing heavily and he seemed to be pretty tired. I mean I am too. We both are blushing like crazy. I rolled over and pulled him closer to me. I kissed him on the forehead.

"For your... first time doing this... You did great~" I said, still kind of breathing heavily. "You too~" America said. I don't think he wants to say anything too long right now, he'll waste too much breath.

I looked at the time on my clock. "Only... an hour? That... Felt longer..." I said, taking breathes. "Yeah..." America agreed. "We should get dressed." I said after I caught my breath. "I'm aching... And it's mainly my a-ass aching... You shouldn't... have listened... when I said h-harder..." He said still kind of breathing heavily.

"Sorry, but it felt right..." I said putting my clothes on. "Wait... Should I take a shower? And if yes. Should I take a shower or clean up first?" I asked looking at the mess we made. "I don't know... I just wanna sleep..." America complained.

I sighed. "I'll take a shower and clean up afterwards. You just stay in here and get your energy back. I'll tell my dad not to come in my room." I said about to walk out. "Okay..." America said, snuggling into the pillow.

I walked down stairs. My clothes were on kind of loose because I got dressed fast. "Hey dad." I said. "Oh look. It's little Russia who finally lost his virginity." Dad said, looking at me. He was smirking. "Uh... I'm gonna go take a shower... Dont go in my room... America's in there and he... Aches too much to get dressed..." I said looking anywhere but at my dad.

"You went too rough with him. Didn't you?" He asked. "Well... I... Yes..." I replied, blushing. "Wait, before you take a shower. I think I already know the answer, but were you top or bottom?" He asked. "Well... Top..." I answered. "Knew it. Us slav's are never bottom!" He said.

I walked upstairs and into the bathroom. I took a shower, got dressed and walked back into my room. There I saw America who was asleep. "Hey America. Wake up. We gotta clean up our mess..." I said shaking him awake. "Your mess... Your the one who-" He yawned before he was able to finish. "No it's your mess too. Also it's not only that we gotta make the bed and whatever crap there is to do as well." I said. (Gosh why do they gotta put mayonaise all over the room in the first place?)

"But my body hurts..." America groaned. "Sorry... Gosh if I knew you'd be so tired and shit I wouldn't have been so rough..." I murmured.

"But you gotta get dressed at least..." I said. "Ugh... Fine but you gotta carry me and help me do stuff since you did this to me!" He said. "Alright fine..." I said, picking him up bridal style. It was kind of awkward since he had nothing on but there's clearly been way more than this so it wasn't that bad.

I picked up his clothes, still carrying him. I set him on the bed and helped him get his clothes on. I picked him up again when he was fully dressed and took him down stairs. "Is it that bad?" Dad asked, seeing me carry America. "Apparently and since its my fault I gotta take care of him..." I said sitting on the couch. "But we frickin' made a mess and I gotta clean it up..." I added and set America down on the couch.

"I'm gonna go clean up my room. I'll be back..." I said standing up and walking into my room.

America's POV

I layed there with my eyes closed. My whole body ached. "Is it really that bad, America?" Soviet asked. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Russia's huge compared to me... And he went almost as rough as possible... Of course it's that bad..." I answered.