77 - Fake Love 🇷🇺🇺🇸

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by UpInSaturn

by UpInSaturn

Inspired by he song Maniac by Conan Grey

Russia was at a dumb party that he was dragged to. Somehow, he got extremely hammered, and other countries got him to start singing.

"You were with your friends, partyin'
When the alcohol kicked in
Said you wanted me dead so
You show up at my home all alone
With a shovel and a rose
Do you think I'm a joke? 'Cause
People like you always want back
What they can't have
But I'm past that
And you know that
So you should turn back
To your rat pack
Tell 'em I'm trash~"

He glanced at America.

"Tell all of your friends that I'm crazy
And drive you mad
That I'm such a stalker, a watcher
A psychopath
Then tell them you hate me and dated
Me just for laughs
So why do you call me and tell me
You want me back?
You maniac~
You maniac~
You maniac~
You maniac~"

He sighed.

"You just went too far, wrecked your car
Call me crying in the dark
Now you're breaking my heart
So I show up at your place right away
Wipe the tears off of your face
While you beg me to stay, well
People like you always want back
What they can't have
But I'm past that
And you know that
So you should turn back
To your rat pack
Tell 'em I'm trash~"

Quiet for a second.

Russia slowly stalked to the American.

"Psychopathic, don't be so dramatic
We had magic, but you made it tragic
Now you're manic, honestly I've had it
Listen to yourself, think you need to get some help.
Tell all of your friends that I'm crazy
And drive you mad
That I'm such a stalker, a watcher
A psychopath~
Then tell them you hate me and dated
Me just for laughs
So why do you call me and tell me
You want me back?
You maniac~
You maniac~
You maniac~
You maniac~"

Russia finished face-to-face with America. Quiet circled them. Their faces were barely a few centimetres apart, so close they could feel each other's breath on their lips. They stared at each other's eyes, Russia slowly slipping off America's sunglasses to see his eyes.

"Rus—" A country started.

"Shh," another silenced them.

America inched closer, Russia leaning down a fraction of an inch.

In a quick movement, America was being dipped by Russia, his strong hands on the smaller's waist. America's leg was wrapped around Russia's waist, his arms holding Russia's neck. It was a sloppy, passionate kiss, but said all it needed t0.

I love you.

My poor heart—
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