WARNING:MENTION OF ABUSE, DISABILITIES, ATTACHMENT ISSUES, AND SHITTY WRITING AHEAD!

AN: So uh, guess who found an idea for a RusAme? Let's see where this goes? As always, reviews and comments fill my heart with life and are immensely appreciated. Hope you enjoy my writing.

Ivan had lost his sight at age sixteen. Due to an "accident" involving an abusive father. An "accident" involving bleach in his eye drops, and endless, endless crying. Ivan's beautiful amethyst eyes had turned a soft lavender, his pupil covered by the opaque cataract that'd healed over after years of pain. It had taken the Russian years to learn how to maneuver using his ears and hands outstretched, as he would get severely beaten if anything in his lavish childhood home was broken.

Ivan's only savior was his mother, who had bought her son a beautiful seeing eye dog named Laika, a snow white samoyed as well as used her husband's riches to send Ivan to a college for the disabled, locate in America, far, far away from any harm. It seemed almost impossible, and yet there he was, in his second year of education. Majoring in Russian literature, and minoring in English, as he had to learn it somehow. Two years, and twenty four months, had been quite enough time for Ivan to learn the language quite fluently, though his accent had never quite faded. Francis, Ivan's only friend, was always quite fond of his accent, and always complimented him on it.

In fact, that's what was happening then, the two in Ivan's small room, the handsome blonde spread out on the comfortable bed, talking to his sightless best friend who sat on the floor, quite engaged in petting his immensely fluffy dog.
"Ivan?"
"Да?"
"You like stories right? Fictional universes?"
Ivan sighed silently, Laika leaning into his palm with appreciation as her ears were scratched.
"Да."

"Okay, I found a really cute guy on campus-"
"Oh, Francis, not this again. I've told you-"
"No, no hold on, I mean it this time!"
"You mean it every time! I told you I'm not interested in you trying to hook me up with some man who I don't know, and doesn't know me!"

Ivan seemed mildly upset about the topic, and Laika, being the service dog she is, immediately climbed into Ivan's lap and began to give him little kisses, nuzzling the man to comfort him. The Russian patted his dog, letting her know he was okay before leaning towards Francis, his ear facing the man more so than his eyes, to better understand him.
"No, Ivan, please- He makes stories… O-On YouTube! I just heard one and I thought you'd like to listen to it. It reminded me of, some of the things you write… I didn't mean to upset you, please don't be angry with me I-I-I-I-"

The Frenchman stuttered, beginning to panic. Francis had been accepted due to his horrible attachment issues. Anytime Ivan was even mildly upset he began to shake and apologize, to which Ivan always hushed him and reminded the blonde of his therapist's advice.
"Francis, it's okay, it's okay. Remember what said about apologizing? You did nothing wrong."
"Okay, okay… But- here, I'll play it for you."
He said, tapping his phone and turning up the volume, setting it on the bed between the both of them.
"... Hey listeners, so, I've written another thing-"
The video was paused.
"I'll just skip the beginni-"
"No. keep it."
Love at first sight was something Ivan would never know, but love at first word… this was it if nothing else. Even Laika could tell something was different with her companion, as he'd been completely pulled out of his own head, and that was more difficult than finding a needle in a pile of fake needles.
"-thing, and of course I gotta read it now, 'cause I haven't posted anything in like- five days, oh my god! Has it been that long?! Geez! Well, I'm rambling again, so uh-."
The man coughed, clearing his throat before he read.

"I've been on this train for hours now, and yet it feels like seconds. Everything goes so fast now that I've grown up. I hate it. I hate it more than I can say, and there are so many things I want to say. I want to pour my heart out onto this unclean steel floor. Words and feelings streaming from between my teeth and out my chapped lips. I cannot bear to hold it all in any longer and it comes out through my eyes. Saline dripped down reddened cheeks as my mouth opened in a silent scream, not wanting to tell anyone else of my pain…"

The story went on for five whole minutes, not including the clumsy outtro from whomever was speaking. Ivan had since fallen into a trance, smiling lazily with flushed cheeks to beat any drunk on a holiday. Francis said nothing as he looked over at his friend, grinning with a newfound enthusiasm.
"You- You like it?"
He asked, wide bluebird eyes eagerly awaiting Ivan's response.
"Another."
"I'm sorry, what-"
"Another, I want to hear another."
Ivan ordered, making to effort to look at Francis the best he could with blind eyes, a real effort for him. See, Ivan wasn't entirely blind. He could make out darkness and light in very extreme forms, and Francis sat on his bed blocked out a large blob of sunlight coming from the window.
"Woah, alright then, another it is."
He said softly, clicking on another video to satisfy his entranced friend.

It was the start of a wonderful addiction.