A/N: this is officially the longest one shot I've ever written! I didn't want to split it up into chapters.
Also it's lowkey kinda weird, badly written, cheesy, and America is kind of dumb, but please, I had fun with it. And, I promise the ending is so worth it!
I've been real into kissing language
Cookies for anyone who can guess or tell me what each kiss means (◠‿・)-☆
Unofficial title: It's Not Gay to Kiss The Homies, Right?
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America was by no means an expert on relationships. Forget romantics, he had become much too busy to even remember how friendships work.
But...he was pretty sure that kisses were not usually so easily shared between friends.
One of the things he noticed about being friends with Russia was how surprisingly affectionate he was. It was almost too much for America, who, despite being the fresh and bold personality he was, hadn't ever had a relationship so intimate. He'd had what you could call partners before, but everytime they'd attempt more than some innocent hand-holding, he'd be thrown off. Affection such as kisses was even more nerve-wracking to him. His Puritan background, along with the fact that he hasn't received much more attention than a pat on the head as a young colony, all led to a full grown country who flinched at the idea of intimacy.
It could be why most of those relationships had ended, too. Some of his previous partners had said he was, "standoffish," or had no capacity for affection.
But along came his and Russia's agreement to become friends, resolve tensions, and work together. Suddenly he was getting gentle, sometimes lingering touches on his elbow, his shoulder, waist, even his cheeks.
It was a little too much for America. He had preferred to keep a distance around people, but Russia seemed to ignore the invisible bubble that shielded him from everyone else. As if America had given him some sort of permission to invade it!
America stayed seated at his desk, listening to Japan blabber to him about her newest hyperfixation. While a part of him was interested in what she had to say, he was too in thought of what to do about Russia.
I should just tell him outright to leave me alone.
America groaned internally, thinking, No I can't do that. Were supposed to be getting along. But how to get him to not touch me so much?
"What are you thinking about?" Japan questioned.
"Oh, uh...things."
Japan seems like she knows a lot about relationships. She gets along so well with Poland. I could ask her, maybe.
"Japan, do you...you know how relationships work, right?"
Japan's smile froze. She blinked.
"That's...new. You never ask me about that sort of thing. Is there someone in your life?"
America thought about Russia.
Well, yeah. I mean, he's in my life, so...
"Yeah."
"You want to have a relationship with them?"
"We're both trying to have a better relationship. We've been on a somewhat rocky road, y'know?"
Some sort of fight between lovers? Japan pondered.
"But, uh, what I wanted to know, is, if it's normal for them to be so, uh...touchy-feely?"
