A/N: holy shit this is long, sorry
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Every day.
Every day, he waits for him.
Every day, he tells himself, "He'll come around. He will. He'll love me like I love him."
It hasn't happened yet.
But, he likes to believe that all good things come to those who wait.
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"America, I can't deal with this today."
"I-I know, I just...I wanted to see you. I know I do this every day, but I really do."
Russia grimaced and gently pushed America's elbow to get around him.
America knew Russia didn't like him, but he couldn't help it. Once he's realized his feelings for him, he couldn't just let them go. When would be the next time he felt this way?
He persisted on getting Russia to love him back. He could list all the things he loved about Russia.
His hair, his eyes, his body, his hands, the way he cracked his neck when he felt uncomfortable, the way he pulled his ear lobe when he was in deep thought, and even that little thing where he'd bite his tongue softly when he smiled sometimes. All of these things made him desirable to America.
Russia couldn't understand that. He couldn't figure out what it was that made the American like all those things about him. And he didn't know how he felt about America recognizing and keeping note of all those things, either. Creepy.
That's not to say him and America had a bad relationship. They actually got along quite well. It's just that the knowledge that America liked him like that, well...it made Russia uneasy sometimes.
Thankfully, America never pushed it too far. He'd simply do this thing where he told Russia how much he loved him. Every. Day. It sounds bad, but at the same time, he listened to Russia. If Russia asked him to shut up about it, he would. If Russia said that he wanted him to leave him alone, America, however sadly and reluctantly, would.
Truth be told, Russia liked someone else. He liked America's sister, Canada, actually. Canada was so much more pleasant and friendly. She had kind eyes and adorable curled hair. And her laugh, oh her laugh. She always knew how to make anyone feel better.
Speaking of which, Russia planned to confess soon. He didn't know when exactly, but probably in the next few days. He just had to prepare.
And prepare, he did.
Well first, he needed to deal with a few things.
First was America. Much as he liked the guy, he didn't like him that much. But, he was planning on dating his sister, so he had to make sure America took it the right way. Or at least, the way that wouldn't cause Canada to hate him(Lord knows she loved her brother).
So when he saw America again the next day, before the guy could get a word out about how much he loved him, Russia cut him off.
"Amerika. How...can we, uh, go somewhere? To talk?"
America was rendered speechless, nearly immediately, but nodded. He looked a little suspicious at Russia's sudden change in attitude, which Russia couldn't blame him for.
They went to sit in a patio table outside of a bakery. America bought a medium drink of iced tea and sat quietly, ready to hear what it was Russia wanted to say.
"Amerika, I know I haven't been the nicest person to you. I have no idea what it is you find so appealing in me, especially since we didn't have a totally amazing friendship. But, I think it's time you should know that I like someone else."
