Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

109 - At Home 🇷🇺🇺🇸

Warning: Russia is trans

It wasn't the rain that woke America up, it was the knock. He checked the time and groaned when it said it was very early morning. He wrapped a blanket over his shoulders and went downstairs.

When he peeked through the peephole, he was surprised to see Russia there, holding multiple bags of stuff, in the pouring rain.

America opened the door, "Wh—Why are you here? What happened?"

Russia wiped his cheeks, but the mixture of tears and rain replaced it quickly. "I got disowned and kicked out," he said, looking down. "Could I stay here for a while? If not, it's okay."

America opened the door more, stepping aside, "Come in. You can stay as long as you want. I'll get your room set up. Help yourself to the kitchen and television."

"Thank you, Amerika," Russia said softly, stepping inside. He had a few duffle bags of stuff and his bookbag.

"Of course, man," America said, going upstairs. "I'll come back down when your room is ready." Russia nodded with a sliver of a smile. America smiled to himself and walked to now-Russia's room.

Once it was ready, he led Russia there and helped him unpack his stuff. It was mainly clothes and Russian books, but there were some trinkets like a few medals and a small pocket watch.

"If you want, we can talk in the morning," America said, fluffing out the pillows.

"Could... Could we talk now?" Russia asked uncomfortably. He shifted the weight from leg to leg, fidgeting with a medal.

"Of course," America said, sitting on the bed. "Do you want tea, coffee, hot chocolate?"

Russia shook his head, sitting beside America, "Nyet, thank you."

It was silence for a few minutes while Russia tried to put his thoughts into comprehensible words.

"I got kicked out because... because I'm gay," Russia admitted. "Soviet would be less mad if I didn't tell him the other two things..."

America gently took Russia's hand as he saw him picking at his nails and hangnails.

"I'm also trans," Russia said, looking down. "I wasn't born a male. And I'm gay for you, America."

America was slightly shocked, but he had had his suspicions. Russia was way too curvy to be natural for a man, his body structure was far to feminine.

"I..." America started.

"I'm sorry, America," Russia said, sounding on the verge of tears. "I shouldn't have said anything."

America gently turned Russia's face to face him. He looked into Russia's beautiful, amber eyes.

"I like you, too, Russia," America breathed. He moved in closer, stroking Russia's cheek softly with his thumb.

He could see Russia's eyes that held so many contradicting emotions. He could see every worry in them.

"You don't have to worry," America said softly. "It's okay here. You're safe."

Russia nodded softly, sighing.

"I... I love you," Russia said.

"I love you, too, baby," America said.

Russia immediately latched onto America's torso, the height difference between them making it look weird. But neither cared. America laid back onto the bed, petting Russia gently.

"You're safe here," America reassured.

Russia nodded, "As long as you're here, Amerika, I'm always safe."