Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Sobering Truth

Narrator's POV

Russia almost couldn't believe what he had done.

He kissed America!? He knew he should of stopped drinking last night!

"Dude, it's okay, I didn't mind it."

"Zat's not point!"

"Uh, consent is a good point."

"Nyet, I mean da, but," Russia paused, struggling to process everything. He had woke up to find America under him, which startled him but was surprisingly expected somehow. Something like this happens whenever he drinks, a fact that he forgot when he decided to drink last night. He expected to find marks on America's neck and was relieved to find none, worrying that he could have taken advantage of him while he was drunk. What he didn't expect was for America to wake up and kiss him good morning.

It was after Russia practically threw himself off and panicked about what he did that America explained what happen last night. Finding him drunk, them drinking together, and then Russia kissing him.

"Nyet, zis vasn't supposed to happen, it vasn't suppose to go like zis!" He rubbed his mouth and paced back and forth while America watched him from the couch with worried eyes. "You'rrre my frrriend, a guy! Zis vasn't supposed to happen."

"Russia, it's really okay," America tried to walk closer to him go help calm him down but paused when he saw Russia flinch away. He held his hand close to his chest and tried to ignore the pain he got from that small action. "I know you like me, you told me."

"I what!?" Russia screamed.

America jumped at the sudden increased volume. He sounded. . . angry. That's. . . that's not right, that can't be right, why would he be angry? Scared and nervous, sure, but angry? Angry isn't good. Angry doesn't mean what America hoped it would mean.

"Nyet, nyet, nyet. Zis vasn't supposed to happen, nyet," Russia rubbed his hands through his hair as he tried to focus. He had a plan what happened to the plan? He can't think, he couldn't have done that, no he couldn't have. What if he messed up? Would he loses America? Even as a friend, he didn't want to lose that cute bastard, what if it wasn't the right move? No, no, he should have followed the plan! "Nyet, you'rrre my komrrrade, nyet, my best frrriend, I kan't. Nyet, I can't like you like zat, I kan never like you like zat!"

The words hit like a bullet and America gasped. No, no, no, no, no, this, no, this can't be right. No, he told him, he confessed to him! This can't be right. This isn't supposed to happen.

Never?

"Right," America rubbed his arm, his head lowering as his entire body felt heavier. He sharply turned towards the kitchen and briskly walked to it to grab his glasses then went to grab his coat.

"Vait, Amerrrica, please don't leave!" Russia called out as soon as he noticed that America was grabbing his coat. His own words startled him and as much as they stunned America, they had stunned Russia. He paused and leaned against the living room doorframe, opening his mouth to say something but his voice was caught in his throat.

"Ve kan just," Russia managed out, struggling to find words. Follow the plan, he should have followed the plan! "Ve kan vatch TV orrr something, please stay."

America kept his eye line down as he adjusted his coat collar. To keep himself from taking the coat back off and following Russia into the living room, he rather harshly shoved his hands in the coat pockets. He turned his head just the slightest towards Russia and paused.

"I can't, I 'ave sum thin's to do today," his voice turned monotone, and he shifted away from Russia, leaning towards the door. After a moment of pause, he walked to the door and opened it. "See ya' later, Russia."