Writing had always been a hobby of Russia's, it was mostly just little notes on his day paired with some art he drew. Then a gardener he only ever saw at night showed up. They never saw him, but they were so quiet and gentle with the flowers. Eventually, the prince decided to write them a letter, hoping the gardener might reply. (Crossposted on AO3 under Crowsong_The_Rusame_Reader)

Due to Russia and America's mutual hatred and clashing personalities, contentions are high. However, an unfortunate event causes them to become handcuffed together. How will these countries- who absolutely hate each other - manage to cooperate? • This story will contain occasional swearing, written descriptions of awkward moments, weapons, and eventually Rusame. • Cover made by me!