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

Chapter 14

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Average Person- What are you doing with your life?
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Me- I'm...Apart of a fandom and write fanfic about countries in relationships:)
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Them-..What-
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North honestly didn't want to do anything to America, but he was offered a million just to drug him. That wouldn't be too difficult and he knew that. He looked up at the American who turned his head away to look at the wall. North had the pill sitting in his mouth since that seemed to be the easiest way to get it to the other, but since their head was turned made this more difficult.

America would rather die than be here. He would even be fine with Russia.. suddenly he felt a hand grab his chin harshly turning his head forward, feeling dry lips smash with his. He tried to struggle but every movement hurt. He couldn't tell at first but he suddenly realized he swallowed something, continuing to struggle.

-Russia POV(?)-

Russia sat at the table staring at the bathroom door, his face full of worry. He turned his head to look outside, when he looked back to see the door close again, Russia looked outside to see if America had decided to ditch this but saw nothing. He just Sighed and continued to stare at the door, I probably shouldn't have said anything , he thought to himself. He saw someone walking towards him to his left, he turned his head to see Mexico, a male, about 5'4? Wearing a dress, it always confused him why he wore it but I guess he just liked it?

Mexico slipped into the seat where America was originally sitting and looked at the Russian smiling, She- He looks completely like a woman, Russia raised an eyebrow to the shorter, "yes?" Russia grumbled confused. Mexico turned himself to face the Russian not saying anything, their eyes slightly narrowed showing the dark eyeliner, they gently grabbed Russia's chin standing up, with a soft giggle he put their faces closer.

Russia didn't realize what was happening for a second, but the second he realized he was about to get kissed (Sort of :p) he took the empty bottle of rakia he finished earlier and smacked Mexico over the head causing them to instantly fall over. Time seemed to freeze, giving Russia a moment to think. What happened to America, why did Mexico try that? Why is he- as Russia looked down a Mexico he started fitting a cough, fear in his eyes, holding his throat. "me lo tragué!" (I swallowed it!) He shouted still coughing his lungs out.

Japan ran over mumbling something under her breath, helping the Mexican up. "Chill out! Baka, you'll be fine." She said loud enough for most to hear, she glanced at Russia, placing her ears down to try and look not threatening, "Sorry Russia-kun, my friends are being off today.." and in an instant she was outside talking to Mexico.

What the fuck..? Russia thought, then he remembered.. America!

-Back To The Bathroom-

America started to feel weak, he had realized he definitely swallowed some sort of pill, not sure what though. Didn't matter either, his mind began to get fizzy and the kiss seemed really nice, he heard a knock on the door, feeling the other pause, then there was banging and yelling. Hard to hear, hard to think he leaned on north, until they suddenly moved and America went crashing to the ground. "Ouch..." He sighed staring at the wall and floor, he heard movement, shouting, and a slam.. then he was shook and sat up. "Are you okay?" He knew it was Russia, no doubt about that, the voice was gentle but also had a strong accent, America's hugged them around the neck. Mumbling into Russia's neck, "I wanna go home.." Russia blushed at the tingle on his neck.

Russia was too drunk to take America back to his place, so his house was the best option to not get arrested, this really was a long night. Russia sighed and picked up America holding his legs around his waist, supporting him. He carried America to the counter, tossing a twenty on the counter and leaving.

He gently set America in the seat, shutting the door. He walked around almost slipping on some ice that wasn't there before. He began to drive in the direction of his own home, which was opposite of America's, he noticed this and addressed it. "Hey!... this isn't the way to my house" he pouted sounding as if he would cry at any moment. Russia didn't know if he should respond but decided it was best, "We're going to my home, it's closer.." both were drunk, just in different ways, and one was better with alcohol, but the other was on a pill, what a disaster.. America took off his glasses placing them on the heater of the car, not caring anymore, it was so difficult to see right now..

They arrived to Russia's, both getting out at the same time, Russia locked the car, walking around the car to go walk to American, they willingly waited for Russia, walking with him inside, and to the top floor, Russia let out a sigh grabbing his keys, "You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the couch, i have an extra room but there's nothing in it.." Russia fumbled though his words and with the keys eventually getting it in, opening the door.

America hugged Russia from behind, "I don't wanna sleep alone" He whispered closing his eyes, leaning on the Russian. Russia paused blushing, then walked in still held onto, he closed the door.. "Okay.. let's go to my room." Russia didn't have any energy to tell the American "no." He lead America to his room flipping a switch that just turned on a lamp in the room, the warmth left Russia as America's let go looked at the room, with a dreamy look to it, suddenly grabbing Russia's hand and dragging him to the bed, Russia felt as if he would pass out at any moment, America sat russia down.

America didn't know how high or whatever he was, but he just was really in that kind of mood..(Yknow what I'm talking about) He sat ontop of russia and-

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Uhhhhhhhh...ummmm...*Chokes* Do you really wanna read next chapter?..I do.. :))
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