Take Two | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Waiting For You

It was another morning, today America had the film shooting on his schedule despite him not wanting to go. But at least today he had something to look forward to, a dinner with Russia.

His managed contacted him to drive him over to the studio but he declined and told her that he'd just walk on foot. When he didn't show up in public for two years he didn't go out much with the fear of being recognized constantly on his mind.

There were a few instances when he went out and was almost recognized but fortunately he dealt with them accordingly.

At the studio he saw a group of actors and actresses discussing about the movie and just casually chatting. America sat a distance away from them to listen to what they were talking about.

"I can't wait for the awarding event! It's almost time, who do you think will win this year?" A female actress with a gentle voice asked the others.

An actor scoffed and remarked, "I bet on Russia! He won last year as well, of course America was number one before Russia took the throne but I doubt America can win this year."

The others silently agreed and continued to bet on who would win which category.

America listened but felt no grief in not winning the award, he didn't care for rewards. The titles and prizes he got were extras to him. The real joy he had was when he was acting.

Now that they had mentioned it, the award event was indeed soon. It was the largest awarding ceremony for people in the entertainment industry. America won this award a lot, many years in a row.

When the winners were called up to the stage they would deliver a speech as a thank you towards everyone that helped them on their journey.

America wondered if he would even be invited to the event, not that he cared if he wasn't.

Suddenly someone came up in front of him, it was Russia. Russia was already dressed up for the shooting, he guessed that Russia had just gone out of the dressing room.

He wore an extravagant uniform and had fake horns on his head. Considering this was a fantasy movie, America wasn't surprised. In fact he actually looked very good in this outfit.

"They're calling you to go to the dressing room to be dressed up." He said simply.

America nodded in understanding and left.

When he entered he noticed a familiar figure of a young lady.

"Ukraine?" He tilted his head in curiosity.

Ukraine lifted her head and stared at him, her lips curved into a smile. "Hello we meet again America."

She continued, "I'm part of the crew for this movie, I'm here to organize the make up artists and outfit fitters."

His questions had already been answered without him even having to ask. In her eyes she held no disgust or hate towards him, just a neutral expression.

She was the type of lady to put business first and foremost.

When America got out of the dressing room, Russia noticed he was wearing royalty like outfit. With a red sash and golden silk buttons.

Russia smiled, "you look really nice."

"So do you," America said as he knocked on Russia's fake horns once.

Amidst the shooting their gazes on each other would linger for a few seconds longer compared to other people which wasn't a bad thing considering they were canonly romantic to each other in the movie.

The director inwardly praised them, he thought the two of them truly had such good talents in acting. What they didn't know was both of them did not do these small gestures to each other on purpose.