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A/N: Wow, I just wanted to say thank you. I was not expecting the positive response last chapter because it was so short. I am very touched. I'm thinking I'm going to update every Sunday, though as I said last week I am going somewhere for a five week intensive. I'll try to update as often as I can. Here are cookies for all of you! *passes out cookies and huggles* Also, this chapter is going to mention a few pairings such as FrUk, PruCan, and of course RusAme. Translations and comments will be at the bottom. Also, there is a serious note that I would like you to read about this fanfiction. Alright, thank you so much!

Enjoy~

Rated M: For sexual content, no sex just yet. Also, as always cursing, and alcoholic consumption should be responsible, I'm not condoning intoxication.

"Privet Amerika, I was not aware that I was rooming with you. Which side of the room do you want?" Russia said, starting to unpack his clothes. America has never seen Russia without his long, beige coat.

After standing there stupidly for a while, getting over the initial shock and pain, he put his stuff on the opposite bed. 'Why, Italy, why?' He thought to himself as he set out a mumbled "This one."

"Is there something wrong Amerika? You are too quiet.. And you look like shit. Are you sick?" Russia pulled his full attention to America eventually walking up to him and feeling his forehead, causing America to grow flustered. "You are not warm."

Of course America couldn't tell Russia the real reason on why he looked like he did. 'Oh yeah, Russia, the reason why I look like shit is because I haven't eaten in a few days. Don't worry, I'll be fine because I'm the hero!.' Yeah, because that option seemed so favorable.

"Um.. Yeah, I'm just n-not feeling well." America lied taking a few steps away from the much taller nation.

Much to America's relief and to Russia's suspicion another nation happened to walk in.

Canada to opened the door carefully. "Hey Al... Oh, am I interrupting something? I wanted to invite you out for a drink."

"Oh, um Mattie! No! You weren't interrupting anything. Is anyone coming with us?"

Canada eyed Russia and sighed. It looks like he was going to have to invite Russia too. "Yeah, of course England wants to come and France. Italy is dragging Germany along and Pru is always up to getting beer. Russia, would you like to come with us?"

Russia examined the two brothers and decided that there is no harm against him getting vodka. "Da, I will come."

Everyone at the bar was having a great time. There was laughing and the air was free from tension. America, Canada, England, and France were all at the same table having a laugh and everyone was having pasta, courtesy of Italy. That is, everyone except America.

England gave a worried look to America when he saw that he was not racing to get seconds. "Hey, America are you alright? You are usually gorging yourself by now."

America snapped out of his daze. "Uh, yeah. I just ate before I came here, that's all! I'm totally trying to eat healthy."

England completely bought the lie, which made the American feel a little guilty. "Alright, good for you America."

France smiled and got up from his seat. "Ah bon, are you still aloud to have a drink mon cher? I will get it for you and Angleterre.

America debated for a second and looked at England who nodded. "Yeah, sounds awesome."

"Did anyone say something about being awesome?" Prussia went up to them and drank a swig of beer.

Canada immediately got up from his seat and gave Prussia a quick peck on the lips. "Yeah, France is just getting us a drink."

"Hey Birdie, you should come back to the hotel with the awesome me~." Prussia took another sip of his beer.

Canada quickly smirked before pulling Prussia by the arms our of the hotel.

America laughed and looked at a very confused England. "What the bloody hell just happened?"

When France came back they both saw that he came back with quite a bit of alcohol. "Here you go mes petits choux." He set the alcohol in front of the two nations.

"Dude, Francy-pants, are you trying to get us drunk?"

France gave a reassuring smile. "Non, I am just trying to make sure you have enough. Or are you two a lightweight?"

"Totally not! It's Iggy who is a lightweight!"

England scowled, "I am not a lightweight, you git."

France flashed a quick smirk. "Then why don't you two prove it? How about a drinking contest between you two?"

America flashed a smile to England. "Totally! How about it Iggy!"

England sighed and took the beer and drank a sip against his better judgment. "Fine."

"Awesome!" America fist bumped the air and drank a sip of beer as well.

Russia smirked as he heard the events behind him. This would be a perfect chance to exploit the two nations being drunk. To make his America one with him. What's wrong with that anyway? That was probably France's plan the whole time.

"I will be the judge, da?" Russia said as he sat uncomfortably close to America.

America blushed slightly, "Sure dude, if you want."

-An Hour Later-

England laid on the table with a drink still in his hand. "Am I Catholic or Protestant? I don't know."

America hiccupped, "Iggy! You are totally drunk! Looks like the ultimate hero is the winner!"

America got up from the booth about to have a victory shot, but when he got up he stumbled into Russia's arms. Russia's arms are unexpectedly warm, like a giant teddy bear. The scariest teddy bear in the world.

"Looks like you are intoxicated as well comrade." Russia helped America up to his feet.

"But dude, you had like, three or four bottles of vodka!"

Russia thought for a second. "Da, I am as you call drunk as well." He lied too easily and he doubted America could see through that lie is his current state.

France smiled, looks like he and Russia had the same goal. "Angleterre, we should probably call a cab and head back to the hotel~."

Since all of the other nations already left, the cab for France and England came pretty quickly. However when they left, that left Russia and America alone, well mostly alone. The workers were working on closing the bar, paying no attention to the two nations, mostly just hoping that they would leave.

"Hey R-Russia, we should probably leave."

"Da, we should. I'll call the cab."

When they got back to the hotel around midnight they found that it was empty, the nations must of went to bed early to prevent the inevitable hangover in the morning.

They opened their hotel room and turned on the lights, America decided to avoid the mirror. There were two queen sized beds and the room was lavishly decorated.

"Hey, Russia. What d'ya wanna do? I'm totally not ready to go to bed." America said as he flopped on the bed.

Russia went to the bed so that he was on top of America, their faces inches away from each other. "I have a few things in mind. What do you want to do Amerika?"

Russia closed the space between them and their lips came together in a surprisingly gentle kiss. At first America stood there, as stiff as a bored, not kissing back, but with a little coaxing on Russia's part, they eventually engaged in a mutual open-mouthed kiss. America enjoyed all the sensations that his clouded mind let him enjoy, but he didn't want Russia to see his body until his goal was completed. He didn't know when his goal was completed, but he figured he would know when he got there.

Russia started kissing down America's neck. "R-Russia? I'm not-don't want sex yet."

Russia sighed and considered continuing, but America's consent mattered. "Alright Fredka." He got off of America and rolled to the other side of the bed.

"Thanks dude, um can I still sleep here.. In the same bed with ya?"

Russia smiled, at least it was a small victory. "Yes, you may."

Russia got up and turned off the light and went to bed. He was surprised when America cuddled up next to him, but welcomed the attention. He hoped America would stay by his side.

-Morning-

Surprisingly, America was the first one to wake up, but he just thought Russia was tired. However, when he got out of bed, he had a slitting headache so he went to the bathroom to get Tylenol. He saw the mirror immediately. With a little bit of restraint, he quickly got two pills and swallowed them with water that he got from the sink.

When he saw the mirror, all he saw was fat. He lifted up his shirt and tried pinching his stomach. He pinched so hard, he got bruises. He sighed and looked to the toilet, then looked to the mirror. 'I'll become perfect you just watch.' He stuck his finger down his throat and threw up what little he already had in his stomach. He washed his hands, flushed the toilet, then brushed his teeth. Then he sprayed some of the provided some of the available air freshener.

He took one last look at the mirror before leaving and turning of the light. He went back to the bed with Russia, careful not to disturb the sleeping nation. He eventually went back to sleep thinking over and over again 'Please don't leave me like in the dream.'

A/N: Okay, sorry that this took SO long. The internet was our for a couple of days and we were traveling before that. Again, thank you so much for your comments and follows and everything. Here are some responses to some of the reviews that you left me.

kawtharthegreat: Thank you so much and here is your update. I'm so glad you thought that it wasn't shitty!

ThrowUpGuts: Here is the update!

jrap: You made my day! Thank you!

Guest: Yes, it is Russia! However, you are truly awesome for saying Belarus! I honestly considered this, but I found putting Russia with him almost necessary.

MapleTreeway: Love the name by the way. I read your stories all of the time. Yes, you are correct!

Odji: Yes, the last chapter was very short because I was trying a new thing where the intro was short. though expect the every chapter form here on out to be around 1,000 or so words. I'm glad it made you curious!

Here are the translations:

Privet: Hello (informal)

Amerika: America

Da: Yes

Ah bon: Oh, really

Mon cher: My dear

Angleterre: England

Mes petits choux: My little cabbages

So, I seriously want to thank you so much, I can't stress enough how thankful I am. I thought that I will go ahead an make some serious comments. This fanfiction in no way is making fun of anyone with an eating disorder. Eating disorders are not something that should be played around with. Also, this fanfiction will not show anyone how to properly handle someone with an eating disorder. If you, or if you know someone who has an eating disorder seek help right away before it is too late. Thank you. Here are some numbers for help lines if you need them. Also, I don't know you, but if you need help I'm always here for anyone who needs help.

1-800-273-TALK (It's free, and it is for anyone who is feeling like America.)

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