Meant to be [countryhumans) [Incomplete)

9: McDonald's and Flirting

Omg, look who's back from the dead after a year. Lol hi booboos. Hope ya'll didnt wait long, ya? Luv ya'll.

Unfortunately I've fallen out of the countryhumans fandom, but I'm still going to finish this work. I'm probably not going to make anymore tho :((

Welp enjoy the story while it lasts.

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"Yeah sure. I mean it's your first time getting out in a while. " Russia looked down to meet America's gaze.

"Uh, we should leave a note to tell your parents where we went."

Russia nodded, he put America back on his feet and grabbed a sticky note, scribbling 'went to macs with America, be back before dark. -Russia-' He placed the note on America's bed.

He then proceeded to carry America on his back to the nearest MacDonalds.

"I'm so happy to be out for once."

Russia hummed in reply, "What was your first heat like?"

"Terrible. Everything hurt and there was just this sexual need I could never satisfy. I also couldn't concentrate on anything." America sighed leaning his head on Russia's and playing with the flaps of his ushanka.

"Sounds intense."

"Mhm. Look you're a bunny now." America grinned as he raised the flaps of Russia's ushanka to form long ears.

Russia chuckled.

"We're here, what do you want?" Russia walked into the fast-food chain and headed to the self-ordering machine.

"Why don't I order so you don't have to risk dropping me." Russi nodded.

America leaned over Russia's shoulder and ordered a big mac, with large fries and a medium caramel frappuccino and a sundae.

"Mcchicken and a Pepsi."

"Fries?"

"Yea. Medium"

"Okayyyy and done!" Russia paid much to America's dismay.

Russia set America down in an empty stall as they waited for their number to appear on the screen.

"I'll pay you back when we get back." America sighed as he slumped over the table a little exhausted.

"No need, take it as my treat."

"Thanks, Ruski. I owe you one then."

"Mm. Are you gonna tell them about it?"

"Who? What?"

"Japan, Finland and the rest. About you being an omega."

"I don't know...I'm not comfortable with it myself." America looked down into his lap and fiddled with his hands.

Russia picked on his mood but was interrupted by an employee calling out their number.

"2827!" Russia sighed as he got up to get their order. 

America sat in silence in the booth, feeling bad for a lot of things. He felt bad for being a burden to the Russian and German family. He should really apologise to them when he gets back. 

"What's on your mind?" Russia placed the trays on the table, sliding the one with America's order to him.

"A lot. Sorry for being a burden." America reached for his sundae and started on it first.

"You're not a burden. " Russia frowned.

"Thanks for being there for me Ruski."

"No problems."

America stuffed a mouthful of the cold cream into his mouth moaning in delight. Finally eating something proper after so long.

Russia blushed slightly at the noise America made. (gay panik) 

"Stop. Stop making those noises every time you eat." Russia groaned as he hid behind his burger.

America took the spoon out of his mouth, scooping another mouthful of the creamy chocolate covered goodness.

"What noise, this?" he repeated his actions, this time licking the excess chocolate off the spoon.

"Now you're just being a tease," Russia growled. His face was glowing. 

"No idea what you're talking about Ruski." America grinned as he licked some ice-cream drops off his hand.

"Two can play that game."Russia huffed under his breath as he leaned over the table, face dangerously close to America's. He leaned towards his ear.

America could feel his hot breath on his neck. He shivered and tensed up. A blush made it's way back up to his face. He could smell Russia's scent of smores. It was sickeningly sweet and warm, he felt his body grow hot.

"Wanna be a tease don't ya? Bet you won't like it when we take it to bed." Russia growled in a low voice as he licked the back of America's neck.

America squeaked and jumped at the wet, hot muscle on his neck. Russia leaned back satisfied with his work. 

No flirts or advances were made by America after that. He just ate silently, a visible blush present on his cheeks. 

The two ate silently for the rest of the meal. Although they would catch each other stealing glances at each other. 

"I'm going to use the bathroom and clear my tray, want me to help you?" Russia offered.

America nodded. He handed over his tray to Russia and watched him leave.

He sighed, the heavy meal making him feel sleepier. Maybe a short nap wouldn't hurt. He laid his head on the table on his arms and closed his eyes, letting exhaustion take over his senses.

Russia dried his hands and headed back to the booth to find America sound asleep on the table. He sighed as he began his task of carrying the American back home on his back.

Meanwhile Third was worrying his head off about America and Russia while Soviet tried to comfort and reassure him. It was getting dark soon, and the 2 were still not yet home.

"When I see that kid, I'm going to scold him! He can't just bring an omega who has just gone through their heat to some fast-food chain! What if he gets another wave or is too weak to stand, or even worse get attacked!" Third screamed as he paced around the living room.

"Calm down Third. I'm sure they're okay, besides if anything happened to America I'm sure Russia can protect him." Soviet sighed looking at is nervous husband pacing around the room.

"What if Russia is the one hurting him??" 

"Third! That's unrealistic! He would never hurt his friends." Soviet reasoned. That didn't calm third down though.

"Come here." Soviet opened his arms and the smaller german reluctantly made his way into his mate's warm embrace. 

Soviet kissed the top of Third's forehead and gently rubbed circles on his back to comfort him. He also tried to make his scent more calming and mellow. It seemed to be working for Third was less tense and snuggled deeper into Soviet's embrace. This carried on for a while until Ukraine came down.

"Dad! I don't need to see you two cuddling in the living room." Ukraine groaned.

Soviet was about to reply when the doorbell rang.

Soviet sighed as he left Third with a kiss and went to answer the door. There he found a sleeping America on Russia's back who was preparing to bash the doorbell button with his forehead again.

He smiled sheepishly at his father who did not look amused.

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