Why you? (A Rusame story) (on hold)

America's confession

Russia's POV

I open a few doors upstairs and find Ame crying on the bed in the room. I go into the room and hug him, I don't know what happened.

I should've payed more attention to him. I hold onto him, he tries to shove me away. I'm very hurt from this, but I let him. "I'm sorry for whatever I did," I say to him. "What did I do?" I ask.

"You let him take me," he says through tears. "I'm sorry, I-" he cuts me off, "you also hurt and scared me all those years ago!"

I freeze, 'years ago? I don't remember ever seeing him until the end of high school, have we met in the past at some point? I remember some kid that looks similar to hi- ooooh that was him...........shit.'

"I'm.......sorry....." is all I can say to him, I want to hug him but I keep myself from doing it. Ame grabs my shoulders and forces me to face him, he than say, "Russia, do you .......love me?"

I couldn't contain myself, "yes! I love you more than you could think." Ame than says, "than, promise to never leave or hurt me, please." I nod, "I promise."

Ame kisses me and wraps his arms around my neck, I kiss back and wrap my arms around his waist. I've been wanting to kiss him for a long time, I'm so glade I'm now kissing him. We have our little moment before the lack of air butts in.

We break part and pant, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. I smile at him and he smiles back. "I love you," he says and kisses me again.

China's POV

"China, senpi," I hear Japan say as she pushes Malaysia towards me. "What?" I asked, I'm annoyed that Japan is bothering me while I'm looking for America. She shoved Malaysia into me and caused our lips to connect. I blush harshly, Malaysia's face was all red.

I pulled away, Malaysia covered his face with his hands. It's kinda cute. No, I can't think he's cute I love America.......I think.

Do I really love America?