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🇷🇺Oneshot: Nappy Ame🇺🇸

A/N: Inspired by a comment string I had. America kept falling asleep in their book, and it was so fluffing adorable! We were talking about 'nappy Ame' and, well, I got inspired, and this happened. Prepare yourself, this is going to be really REALLY fluffy. (I'll fix the formatting later.)

3rd persons POV

America was hanging out with his friends after school. It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was brilliantly shining, making the luscious green grass seem to glow, and the sky was as blue as a Robin's egg.

"Hey guys!!! My dad said I could have a sleepover! Aussie and Kiwi are already staying the night at another friend's house, so we can have the house to ourselves! How about it?" America excitedly said.

"Sorry Ame, me and Niemcy had a movie date planned tonight. We won't be able to make it." Said Poland apologetically.

Japan twitched her ears and hugged South Korea. "Sorry Ame-kun!!! Senpai and I are going to watch some of these movies that Foxy gave me!!!"

America looked at Canada and Ukraine desperately. "C'mon bro!!! You can come, right?"

Canada looked down. "I was going to dinner with Ukraine...sorry..."

America looked crestfallen. He covered up his disappointment quickly, but it did not go unnoticed by a certain Slav.

"I kan kome, Америка."

Ame brightened up considerably. "Great, dude!!! I'll see you at 8:00, okay? Awesome! We're gonna have so much fun!!!"

America started chatting amiably with the Russian. Japan snuck a look at South Korea. She tapped the bag she always wore that contained her precious camera. South Korea smirked and nodded.

Later on in the evening...

Russia rapped sharply at the door. It promptly swung open, and he nearly knocked America in the head.

"Sorrry, Ame. Werre you waiting behind the doorr forr me?" The Russian asked suspiciously.

America grinned sheepishly. "Er, yeah...I was excited to hang out..."

Russia rolled his eyes. They walked in the house, which was all clean, due to America being overly excited and wanting to prepare for his party. 

Russia's POV

I chuckle to myself. America was acting like an attention starved puppy, practically bouncing around the room energetically. It was pretty cute. I've had a crush on him for a while, but I'm too scared to admit it.

He grabbed a board game from his game closet. We were in his basement right now. It was fairly dark, with a few lights on that couldn't quite reach the shadows, which lurked in the corners of the room. There was a fridge and pantry up against one wall, next to the gaming closet. From that, America grabbed a couple bags of chips and a Coke. On one end of the room, there was a half ring of couches and chairs that were facing a large TV and equally huge shelves of movies. Large fluffy blankets were strewn across the floor. America set down the food, and picked a couple up. He burritoed himself in a couple of them, and threw one at me. I caught it easily and put it on, even though I was quite comfortable in the chill of the room.

America walked over to the circular table I was sitting at, in the opposite side of the room from the TV. Our playspace was illuminated by a hanging light that I had bumped my head on accidentally when I sat down.