Pairing: RusAme
Red. Communist. Bolshevik.
America wasn't yet ready to forget the Cold War. He was supposed to be the hero, wasn't he? Saving the world from Communism.
Not getting distracted by an, admittedly rather good-looking, Russian.
Honestly! Now even his own thoughts would betray him.
Were his thoughts even still his own? No, they, like his dreams, had been hijacked by Russia, filled with images of the other man's face, his silky silver hair, those beautiful violet eyes.
If only he wasn't Communist. If only he would even look twice at America. If only he wasn't sitting across from him at the G8 meeting right that second. If only someone hadn't said\something, America hadn't heard, but anyway, something that had made Russia smile, that gorgeous smile with just a hint of evil, and even a suspicion of sadness, a suspicion that made America want to comfort him…
But there was no point in hopeless wishes.
America had been so lost in his thoughts, he had failed to notice that the meeting had ended, that all of the other nations had left. Well, all except one…
Someone crept up behind him, wrapped their arms around his shoulders.
"Amerika?"
The American sighed, and, without turning around, leant back into the Russian's arms.