Drunk over(Rusame) ⚣ ♮

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by social_IST

by social_IST

Basically, Russia got drunk af and America brought him to his house

-9:33 am 3rd person pov-
Russia finds himself on an unfamiliar bed. when he wakes up a stinging pain goes through his head making him clutch his head with his hands and sit up

He scanned the place around trying to assume where he was or in who's house he's in, he didn't remember anything before waking up or what he was doing before he fell asleep, he continued searching the room from the bed in interest of finding out where he was.

He then glanced at a picture on the desk. The picture was one America had brought to school one day to show off, a photo of America and Canada followed by Australia and New Zealand, they were in some kind of forest camping or something with some sign hold up saying 'BEST SIBLINGS' that came off as cringy for America to do in the Russian's mind but he at least knew where he was, he was in America's house.

Russia realized something and immediately lifted up his legs and body so he's actually sat on the bed, he noticed he wasn't tied up or had anything weird on him, he felt relieved after he made sure. He turned his body to the edge of the bed just when a familiar American with a white and red striped flag entered the room.

-9:41 am America's POV-
I stumble into my bedroom due to tripping on some things on the floor, I get my bearings and turn to Russia who's sitting up in my bed.

He seems better than he was yesterday which is a relief, he nearly almost collapsed and got hit by a truck for God's sake.

Gee this guy knows how to go at it with the vodka at the worst time

We stared at each other for a good 10 seconds before saying "Russia! You feeling okay?" "I'm feeling great, other than a killer headache, 'm fine, totally not in fucking shity pain right now"

"heh, good to hear" "why am I here anyway? I don't remember anything" "you were drunk, dude" "...seems accurate of why I can't remember anything..did I do anything while out of it?" "umm.."

my face starts to become warmer suddenly by the ever second of silence happening of thinking of what the Russian did while drunk

*fllllaaaashhhbaaaaaackkkk*
(yes ik this isn't eddsworld but I can do whatever the hell I wanT)

"Russia? What are y..."
The Russian grabbed America's shoulders, leaning down and kissing the smaller male as the 50-star male erupted into a blushing mess "Americaa, will you go out with meee?" "I- Um- Y-Yes!" They kissed again, Russia biting the smaller male's lower lip for entrance, him granting access and Russia grabbed America's hips an-

*end of fllllaaaashhhbaaaaaackkkk*

"I fucking did something didn't I?"

I frantically shake my head "what did I fucking do America?" "YOUKISSEDMEANDTHENASKEDMEOUTANDISAIDYESBUTIFORGOTYOUWEREDRUNKSOYOUKISSEDMEAGAINANDWEMAKEDOUTFORABOUTTENMINUTES!" God why do words hate me in these kinds of situations?

I glanced at Russia after a bit of hiding my face in my hands, he had a red tint on his cheeks but it quickly faded as he just got up "I'd be leaving now"

"Um... Your walking home? Your house is pretty far away from here, take it about a whole continent away" "what?" "O-oh! Nothing"

"where am I anyway?" "You're at Washington DC." Russia facepalmed himself "as if this could turn out worse than it already is."

"If your planning on staying here note I don't have an actual guest room you can stay in so you're either gonna have to sleep on the floor or the couch" "why don't I sleep with you?" "U-um! B-because...because.." I started frantically mushing my fingers together trying to come up with an excuse, my flag almost completely red from embarrassment.

"... it's fine, I'll sleep on the couch" "u-um, I mean, you can sleep with me if you want to" "really?" "mhm..."

-9:36 pm 3rd person POV-
That turn of events leads to right now, America in one side of the bed, Russia in the other, both blushing a bit, America was blushing even more, though it had lightly faded due to him falling asleep, Russia was still awake, he turned his body to look at the American at the other side of the bed, he looked peaceful as the other scooted closer to him, wrapping his arm around the smaller country's waist, he was warm.

-11:10 pm-
Russia and America both sound asleep, Russia wrapping his arms around America, who knows what will happen in the morning when they wake up, though no one will know cuz the creator is losing motivation :D