A/N: I pretty much started writing this story because I was tired of seeing so many fics where Russia decides he's going to make America become one with him and then goes and becomes a total douche bag/creep/stalker/rapist/etc. and just in general starts a really unhealthy and unequal relationship. And the thing I really like about this pairing is how they are each other's equals. And then I wrote Perverse and I was like "I can totally connect these two stories." And I did. This is also a good time to point out that if you haven't read the prequel to this, Perverse, then you should read it now. You won't be entirely lost if you haven't read it, at least not yet, but everything will probably make more sense if you do.

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It was the last day of the week long meeting and for America it had started out alright; he had proposed his idea for stopping inflation by backing paper money up with precious metals again. Some nations had actually liked the idea but he couldn't tell if the people who shot him down did it because they genuinely didn't like the idea or because they just didn't like him. The rest of the meeting was business as usual and America was actually in a good mood by the end so when Russia, of all people, had asked him for a moment alone he said yes.

Although the Cold War had been over for some time, America was only beginning to trust Russia. And right now that trust was fading because Russia was fidgeting nervously.

"Alright, Russia," America began. "What do you want?"

"Oh, umm," He mumbled, suddenly embarrassed. "It's a silly thing, but I was wondering if perhaps you wouldn't mind going on a date with me…?"

"What?" The younger country exclaimed.

"Well," Russia continued, seeming to gather his courage again. "I was thinking that we could go to a movie or McDonald's or whatever you wanted…"

"What makes you think I would go on a date with you?" America asked then, still slightly stunned.

"B-because," Russia faltered. "Things have been going well between us, we don't hate each other anymore, neither of us is seeing anyone, and I really kind of like you…"

"Ugh, I'll save you any further embarrassment: I don't like you like that. So you should just leave and we'll pretend this never happened." America sighed and resisted the urge to run his hand through his hair exasperatedly.

"No." Russia said much to America's surprise. "I'm not just going to let it go, I think we'd be good together and I really do like you."

"Just drop it, Russia. It's not gonna happen."

"I will not drop it. And I won't rest until you feel the same."

"This is pointless," America conceded, exasperated. "I'm leaving and you can do whatever, I don't care, just don't expect anything from me." And with that America left.