•I Met You At A Party...?• : America x Russia: Discontinued

Chapter 13

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Happy early Christmas
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Russia was out of his daze, heart pumping, mind running with thoughts, he looked where he saw America watching his every move. He took a silent step forward, "Sorry, um.. Let me help you up," Russia paused looking into the others visible eyes "Please?.." His voice was softer than he thought it'd be, he looked at all the Christmas decorations keeping his hand out for another moment.

America looked at the hand his heart beating so hard he thought it might freak through his chest. He forgot everything and couldn't hear the music or what the Russian said. He hesitated but shakily grabbed the warm country's hand. Russia looked at him with a little surprise and seemed to relax just slightly, his shoulders dropping, pulling the smaller up.

Silence, or to them to everyone else there was blasting music, doors swings opened, and countries at the tables flirting or..Other things. *Cough* you know what I mean.
Russia's voice broke the silence between them, "What do you wanna drink I'll get you whatever " he tried to say in a comfortable voice but it was more of a nervous laugh kind of sentence. America let out a chuckle.. "Um..Just a beer, something light, yknow?" He stuffed his hands into his pant pockets looks at a Christmas tree with no decorations aside from some plain white Christmas lights.

"Okay, you go find a seat I'll go get the drinks," Russia whispered pulling his tired smile. America nodded going one way while Russia went the other way. Once he had made it to the bar, he saw, Serbia and Croatia, Croatia getting the orders and Serbia grabbing the drinks. Russia sat down and Serbia saw him. "Rusija! Kako ide?" (Russia! How's it going?) He smirked showing his pointy teeth, "Tired" Russia was still thinking in English but understood what the other said since they were petty great friends. "Eh .. Shvaćam, pa šta hoćeš?" (Eh.. I get it, so what you want?) Serbia let out a groan still grabbing people their drinks and tossing them to Croatia. "..Rakia, and a beer" Serbia raised an eyebrow not at the rakia but the beer.. "Za koga je pivo?"(Who's the beer for?) He said his voice slightly lower, as if taunting Russia "Zatknis' i prosto day mne vypit', mne nuzhno idti" (Just shut up and give the the drinks, I need to go) Russia said with light defense grabbing the drinks, Serbia just waved him off with a raised eyebrow and smirk going back to work.

Russia held the drinks looking around the room finding his.. "Date" ..he chuckled at that thought but it did make a small pit in his stomach, then he saw America with his head on the table, Russia walked over sitting next to the other.

"You okay? You seem dead." He commented taking a small sip on the rakia. America lifted his head and looked at Russia then his drink.. "What is that..?" He said murmuring sitting up grabbing his own drink, opening it and taking a long sip. Russia looked at the other not hearing what they had said, thinking about what he saw, he looked America from his glasses all the way to his waist. The memory kept becoming more vivid with every second he looked at the American..

America caught Russia looking him up and down and felt a light blush. "What the fuck are you looking at..?" His voice seemed angry and shy all at once. Russia seemed to pop back into reality "Oh shit! I'm sorry, I just-..I don't know" Yes you do ruski America looked away out the window, that was the only reason he wanted to sit in the corner it was the only window seat, and was quieter but- "America can I talk to you about something." He knew it was Russia talking and his stomach sank. He sounded stern but soft, but it wasn't good enough for America, he stood up.

"I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back" He didn't even let Russia speak. He just up and left finding the guys restroom and hurried in. "Hello?" ... No response Thank god.. He walked up to the mirror and look at himself. What a mess.. what an absolute MESS.. He wanted to cry he wanted to hug someone he needed someone to just talk to. When America fell, he didn't know why at first and once he remembered it hurt but he couldn't cry. It would just shows he weak. He didn't need that.

After staring at his reflection for another couple seconds he heard the door to the restroom open, Please don't be Russia..I don't need this. America looked at the door, it opened a country walked in, shutting the door behind them.. Now America would it rather been Russia.. it was North Korea Korea locked the door behind him, he had an shit eating grin. America was about to scream when Korea said, "Make a sound and I'll slit your throat honey." North said in a low dark voice, America was scared, who wouldn't be. He took a step back and north took a step forward until America hit a wall. Today's been absolutely shit. He felt tears begin to form in his eyes, Korea was so close, America tried to shove him away but he just grabbed America's hands places them above his head on the wall and putting his leg between America's..

This is what my life has come to.. heh.. he knew he would cry here very soon "Let's have just a bit of fun, it'll be my gift to you for Christmas!" He smirked leaning closer to America.

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Now I won't do dip for like 2 weeks merry day:)
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