wishes // a CH rusame story

#4

The cooking lessons had gone actually pretty well with Russia, and to be fair, America started to enjoy them. He was in no way getting good though, and even with all the determination he had, he could barely not burn everything now. Even after like two weeks of practice.

But Russia told him he was getting somewhere, and it made his heart flutter a little. Dammit that guy! Why couldn't he be just mean with him?

In reality, from what America observed, the slav was pretty much the nicest guy he'd probably ever met, and he knew a lot of kind people. Russia seemed selfless and pretty much forgiving for everything. For example, when America accidentally touched his shoulder to pet it, he backed away...of course, but when the American explained that he was just usually touchy with people, he just calmly said not to do it again.

"You know I thought you were doing it on purpose at first." Russia started, when they were eating nicely cooked scrambled eggs with some bacon, his cooking really was the best, his roommates would agree.. America laughed a little while biting a piece of meat. "Come on, I'd never do that. I just like to touch people I like."

America blushed for a bit as he put his hand in front of his face. "Aw man, that sounded really weird. And it also makes me think of what I told y- I'M SO EMBARRASSED. Like. Okay I like you, you're a cool dude and we have pretty enjoyable time together but, you know what I'm rambling and making it worse." The American couldn't even look at the other in the eyes.

"It's fine America, I like spending time with you too." Russia smiled a little before going back to his plate. America's cheeks grew even warmer.

Come on! What was he? A middle schooler?!

Russia soon put his head back up after finishing a bite and continued. "I've been meaning to ask Germany, but I never really got the chance to, his boyfriend, Belgium, your brother right, is he sick?"

America tilted his head to the side for a bit and thought for a moment. "Yeah, well, he's my half-brother and he has a bipolar disorder, but he's very insecure about it. He's a really cool dude though. Don't worry too much about it."

"Is it because of his power?" Russia wondered, his eyes wandering around the small room. America chuckled a little, shrugging. "Nah, not at all, his power is seeing like how much people love each other. Mine's seeing people's deepest wishes...pretty cool, huh?" America started praising himself, hoping Russia wouldn't ask if he ever looked at his, because OBVIOUSLY, he didn't. "But! Tell me about you tall man! What is y--"

A ringtone started blasting into the small dorm, Russia excused himself looking worriedly at his flip phone, America cringed but still was a bit concerned.

The Russian made his way to his own bedroom and America just looked at him, dumbfounded on his chair as he ate the last bite of his bacon.

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After a few minutes, and no more sound coming from where Russia left, America got really scared. As much as he wanted to, the wish he saw kept him uncomfortable and sometimes even unable to sleep at night, if he messed up only one of his actions, the worse could happen, and he didn't want it to. He grew quite attached to Russia during those last weeks.

He stepped closer to the door and knocked lightly against the wood.

"Russia, are you okay?" He quietly asked. After receiving no answer, he frowned his eyebrows and banged the door a little louder. "I'm sorry but if you don't give me at least a sentence, I'm coming in."

A Silence succeeded and the foot of America started pushing the door slightly open. Russia's voice cracked. "I'm...fine." America smashed the door against the wall. "You don't sound okay to me, what's up Russia? I swear to fucking go- what the fuck are you doing on the floor?! Jesus Christ." The American's eyes found a sitting Russia, just next to the door.