RusAme Oneshots

Meeting Once Again (❤️)

"Canada! I'm heading out!" I yelled as I walked out of the house and closed the door behind me. And I start to walk to the store to buy some drinks...maybe I'll go to the bar instead.

Man, having to do so much homework, and having to hear Canada's problems with his lover and my friends having problems that involve me in it, I guess and just...AGh!

I was slowly walking down the street to calm my nerves and to stop this freaking headache that's pounding in my head. I sighed as I grabbed out my phone and my earphones and started to listen to some music, maybe this could help my headache. To make me at ease. It helped, till someone bumped into me. I looked over at them, and saw my friend Russia. Someone I hadn't seen in awhile. He looks at me, with a tipsy smile. Holding his bottle of vodka, saying something, but his words were slurred.

I groan. "Rus, what the hell are you doing drinking in the middle of the fucking afternoon in the freaking middle of the street?"

I put my hands on my hips and gave him a 'look'. Russia's smile faded and was in confusion, but quickly smiles again. He grabs my arm and starts to drag me somewhere else, of which was the opposite way from where I came from.

"What the hell Rus? Can you at least slow down?" I yelled as I wasn't in the mood for games or for whatever Russia was doing. I tried to flee but his grip was strong and for me being a little smaller than him, there was no use for fighting.

So I gave up, and I let him drag me somewhere of God knows what. 

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It was a couple of hours of him dragging me and on the way to wherever Russia was taking me, he would drink sips of his drink until then he abruptly stopped making me slam into his back. I pushed myself off and was about to curse him off, but I looked around and noticed it right away.

It was the same place we used to go when we were kids.

I looked back at him and he finally let's go. But continues drinking from his bottle that seems to be almost empty. I looked around again, but now confused and looked back at Russia. "What are we doing here?" I asked as Russia just continues to drink from his bottle and staring at what seems to be a shack. Our shack.

 It was almost in the middle of a forest, just walk a couple miles into the forest and there is a rundown shack, a 'playhouse' of what we used to call it. When we were kids, we used to steal tools from our dads and try to fix this dump. We built it up nicely, just messing up a few things. But it didn't break down in the end, so we were proud. When we grew older, we used to always come here, as a place to stay or a place to let out our feelings. It was a place only me and Rus knew.

"I miss this…" I looked up at him confused.

"What?"

"I miss this...we used to play around in this shack and do whatever stupid things that came to our mind. Remember when you thought you could jump from the roof to the branch of the tree? Thinking that you can jump farther than me. But you missed that branch and fell down and sprained your ankle and as I tried to get down I fell off the roof and sprained my wrist. When we headed to your place, your dad was mad, but your mom took us to the hospital, thinking you broke your ankle... Remember that?" I nodded. As I thought of that fond memory.

I opened my mouth to say something else, but Russia beat me to it. "Remember when I had my first breakup at the end of middle school year and we both went here. You comforted me and I found out that you broke up with your girlfriend also. So we just cried together...mostly you, since I had to comfort you more. Even when your break up was a few days before mine," I chuckled lightly, and remembered that fairly well. Then he continued.