Warning: BoyxBoy, don't like, don't read. Curse words, and a lot of OOC In my mind.
This Chapters Rating: T, still. Sorry! ~
Pairings: UsxRussia!~ and mentions of UsxUk Request for random crack pairings are very welcome, but not always accepted.
A/N: GAAAH! This took me so long to put up... I'm sorry so no more hate messages, kay?~ T.T I had actually had this written for about 2 months now... but I and lazy and a perfectionist xD
Oh, and I decided to make Russia Uke.
Anyways, don't kill me. o.o
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Depressing, isn't it?
Summary: America seems to have been noticing Russia more and more lately, so much that's its annoying him, then one day after the world conference, everything changes.
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"Its about Russia…" I paled as I looked back into the glass windows of the starbucks, my eyes automatically focusing on Russia. His legs crossed, a newspaper in his lap, casually reading.
"What about him?" I said in a hushed tone, and my boss replied quickly and franticly, "He has.. Gone back to the Soviet Union, and is trying to convince China as well.." I looked back into the window, anger suddenly rising. I faced back towards the street. I uncomfortably shifted, my eyes darting around for signs of anyone else overhearing. "Are there others?" I said in a panicked voice "Yes, Poland, Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania" I swallowed down guilt, I should have noticed… damn it! "That's already 1/8th of the world…"
"1/8th of what, da?" Russia said in the open door behind me, Leaning against the glass, head tilted in confusion. I jumped and my iPhone slipped out of my hands, but caught it just in time, managing to press the end call button as well. I turned on the ball of my foot to face Russia "W-well the employment rate has gone down in my country by 1/8th in the last month" I stuttered. Oh crap, how much did he hear? If he really wanted me to know.. he would tell me right?
Americas statement cause Russia's smile to falter, and worry showed itself in his eyes "You should rest then, Alfred" I looked downward. I feel bad for lying… "Yeah, I guess I have been feeling rather tired lately." I managed a nervous laugh and mustered up the courage to look into Russia eyes again, and his worried face… he looks so sincere... God, I want Russia for me and for me only. "You should worry about yourself, Ivan" He knew that changes in office were always hard on a nation and, well, Russia last one didn't go so smoothly. Then I snapped back into reality. Wait, when did we start using first name terms? Maybe I am making a affect on him..
I brushed a stray hair away that was in his face and continued to look into his eyes. He saw Sadness, worry and a burning anger… was Russia being forced to being in the Soviet Union again? Notice how intently Alfred was looking into his eyes, Russia cast them downward, and as he did so, I saw.. fear?
Was he afraid.. of me? No, he had no reason too. I Just might as well as dismiss it as nothing… Must be seeing things. 'The Great Mother Russia' scared? Ha! Focus, Alfred I Stroked the edge of his cheekbones with my thumb. "My People and friends,-" Russia looked back up at me, "Always come first." He replied in a dead serious tone, his eyebrows furrowed.
I sighed deeply. He is so helpless… Is that all he thinks of me as, a friend? No, not acceptable. I lowered his hand from his cheek to grab his right wrist. I stepped forward and slowly dove in, and closed my eys while his stayed wide open with surprise. It took a minute, but then he started responding, our lips gliding smoothly against each others. I could feel the heat radiating off of his face, and I smiled into the kiss. He must be blushing pretty hard. I let go of his wrist and put my hand on his lower back, drawing us closer together.
Then- It seemed to dawn on us at the same time- We were in public. In front of a all-glass coffee shop. Which is, not to mention, packed with people. We both pulled back, this time my cheeks dusted pink as well. "Alfred! W-were in a public place right now." Russia grabbed my coat sleeve and tugged on it a bit, blushing beet red. "uhuh…" I said, still dazed. I finally kissed him! And he didn't run away, didn't yell at me didn't hurt me... God I'm acting like a love struck teenager. I nodded, grabbing his hand and walking at a fasted pace to a lamppost a bit further away from the starbucks. I leaned against the pole, smiling at him. He made a little 'eep' sound and looked back down.
Then I felt a vibrating in my pants. God, he knows to call at all the right times… I thought sarcastically I pat my pocket. "Its my Boss again, sorry…" I winched as Russia got a short look of dejection, but then more of a understanding face. "Oh no, don't let me get in the way of you work." Russia said, obviously still flushed from the kiss. "Speaking of work, I should probably go..." as Russia turned around to leave, I grabbed the Russians shoulder. "Wait!" I exclaimed, and Russia turned back towards me, his eys widened a bit from me grabbing his shoulder "What is it?" I shifted from where I stood, my hand dropping from his should, and aI stuck my thumbs in my pockets, "U-umm, dinner tomorrow?"
Russia stood there dumbfounded for a moment, no one had every asked him out before… His face turned from one of wonder and confusion, to a genuine smile, his face turning yet another shade. Then he gave a small nod. "Da, that would be perfect." Russia said, shuffling his feet "Sweet, pick you up... around 6?" "Mhm!" Russia bowed slightly and began trotting away, and waved with his back turned, saying "Good night America!"* Holy Crap, I just asked Russia out. ..out! I had to contain my self from jumping for joy. Where could we go for dinner? What place would he like? Should I rent a hotel? Oh right, have to call 'The boss man' back.
As he turned away the opposite way Russia was headed his waited a bit till he was sure that Russia was out of earshot. He fished his phone back out of his pocket, setting off walking in the other direction, pressing the re-dial button. The phone didn't even finish ringing once before he heard the click of the phone being picked up.
"YOU IDIOT!" I winced, holding the phone further from his ear. "I-I" I stuttered, searching for word to give. "First, you hang up on me, Then you don't ANSWER?" I rolled my eyes. "Man, just calm down." His boss sighed, obviously trying to force down his anger. "I was just with Russia so-"America shrugged "You were with Russia. You were with…" His boss cleared his throat "America. He's communist now. Don't hang around him." America bit his lip from saying something rude back into the speaker. He would never admit it, but he headed it when people called him communist. Now… It's actually true.
"Well, about that... I… Um, sorta asked him out to dinner." He held the phone away from his ear again, preparing for the verbal abuse, but it never came. After waiting a bit more, he tenderly pressed the phone back to his ear and said in a nervous voice- "Boss?"
He could here the man on the other side of the line shift "Your never going to get over him, are you?" I flinched, and automatically clenched his teeth with anger. But then, surprise. He knew? He gave small, fake laugh "What, you think that I like him?"
My voice cracked, making me seem all the more guilty… Damn it. When he didn't reply, I continued rambling. "We were just going to dinner somewhere nice for business! Since we hadn't been on the best of term since the Cold War and everythi-"
My boss interrupted me with a sympathetic voice. "Just don't get hurt again, like with eng-" I could already feel the sadness resurfacing again "Stop!... Just, let's just talk about what you first called me for, Okay?" His boss sighed, realizing it was hopeless. "Alright. Now as I said before, the Soviet Union aliened with Belarus, Latvia, Lithuania, and Estonia. Belarus has already threatened Canada.."
"America, he isn't doing it by choice."
"Thank god…" America accidentally whispered out loud into the phone speaker. "What was that?" His boss replied "Oh… Nothing, I'm fine." He took a deep breath and absorbed in the fact that Russia was still good, he knew it… "So… Did you find out who is forcing him?" America braced himself for the name that was to come.
"Who do you think? Ever since the re-election he has been uneasy." America actually hadn't noticed. He slumped forward "I hadn't-"Of course you hadn't noticed." His boss interrupted him harshly. America winced, but he felt like he needed the insults. He really should have noticed something this important…. Stupid. "You should have noticed- he was one of your most important comrades."
America nodded, mostly to himself. Then it dawned on him. Was. He said was. He gripped the phone tighter. "Was, you said was." America exclaimed in a wavery voice. "Yes I did. As of today, the Russian Federation is no longer in a alliance with the United States." Has boss paused "And that isn't all- he is now the U.S's enemy."
America gave a sharp intake of breath, he stepped backward "-But!" "It's time to cancel your dinner date, Alfred." No. Nope. This cannot be happening. Not yet. Not now. After all they had finally done.. "B-boss" He stuttered into the phone. "No." his boss replied stiffly. America straightened up, glaring in the direction Russia was headed.
He smiled sadly, then stated into the phone "I'm sorry." And with that, he threw the phone down onto the side walk, and stepped on it. He winced, hearing the screen crack several times. He then shook his head, They could track him through his phone. He started marching down the side walk, hands thrust in his pockets, the sun setting in the distance.
Time to find Russia.
There!
Well, now that that's done, I'm already typing up chapter 3 as we speak.
I'm hoping you all review if you enjoyed the story! ^^
I would also enjoy criticism, but not on grammar, more on the actual content.
Thanks for reading! ~Cryptid
