Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Secrets Out

Narrator’s POV

The storm was not letting up. Russia noted this as he stood by the window, a small cup of whiskey in his hand. All he saw around himself was white, flurries of snow being picked up by the wind and being thrown about in a tornado fashion. It was soothing to watch, but threatening all the same. The snow did stop falling as heavy as it was last night, then started up with more ferociousness a few hours later. Now it seems like it was calming down again. Perhaps they would be able to clear a path sometime soon.

They meaning just Russia of course, he could handle the cold better than anyone else.

“There is no hot water!” America’s voice came from the kitchen.

Russia sighed and shut his eyes. Of course there wasn’t. It was too cold, the water pipes would be too chilly for it now. They were lucky they didn’t freeze solid yet. Plus it didn’t help that America takes hour-long showers. Later in the day, the warm water should be able to run. As long as America listened to what he was told to do that is.

“Just keep vater rrrunning.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve dealt with the winter before too you know.” America turned the handle to let a steady stream of water run from the faucet. He couldn’t remember who told him to do that growing up, but he was happy he remembered. Running water made it harder for the pipes to freeze solid. Knowing that made him seem less like an idiot to Russia.

“Not one like zis, I assurrre you.”

“Yadda yadda, I know kold cause I’m big Rrrussian,” America muttered to himself, mocking a Russian accent.

Russia heard him but decided to ignore it. No use in bring up another reason to argue. It wasn’t too much of a problem anyways.

His drink finished, Russia sat down on the couch and looked over his shoulder to see where America was. He was busy in the kitchen again, making a small snack for both of them. He adjusted the bandages around his wrist and grimaced slightly at the pain that inflamed them with the rubbing of the material.

“Hey Ruski! Do you have games or anything? Im bored and the games on my phone aren’t holding me over!”

Russia shook his head but smiled at America’s behavior. He caught himself and forced a frown, thinking of something to distract him. He hated how he thought of the small things that had annoyed him before now amused him and dare he even say he enjoyed them. It was one thing finding his dumb jokes not as dumb, but it was another thing thinking that his stupid face wasn’t as stupid as he thought.

“Hey, did you hear me?”

Russia looked up at the doorway towards the kitchen. America was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. “What, were you caught daydreaming about me again?~”

“Shut up,” Russia looked away, trying to stop his face from growing red.

“You okay? You seem a little off.” America walked over to him, dropping his attitude. He had noticed that Russia was still reclusive, still holding back. And he knew he had to do something about it. When he sat down next to him, Russia had leaned away.

“I’m fine.” Russia huffed out, a little bit sourly he admitted but he chose not to care.

“I call bullshit.”

“I kall you need to stay out of my business.” He shot him a glare, and America didn’t even budge. He was already used to him being as defensive as he was, even his sharp tone didn’t bother him. He understood where it was coming from, and knowing that his mannerism wasn’t as scary either.