Chapter 2
America and Russia were conversating. It was more arguing about who was better at what. Doing the typical "enemies" things. After they have were told to keep quiet for the third time, they decided to play cards. They were still arguing but in a lower volume. They had played at least three games as they waited for their Bosses to finish their meeting.
"This is boring!" America shouted. He then turned to see if anybody came out of the meeting room to hush him.
"Then let's make it interesting," Russia suggested
America looked at him waiting for him to continue.
"I'm listening," America responded.
"The next game that we play the loser has to…" the Russian has stopped midway to think of something. You might think that someone who brings up a bet would have had all the details ready.
There was silence between both men before one of them spoke again.
"be the winner's maid for TWO weeks!" finished America.
"Seems fair." Agreed Russia with his childish smile.
The next game was played slower than the first three. Every move planned carefully, so careful that both nations felt as if it was the Cold War all over again. Neither of them made a move without thinking of all the possible moves that the other could make. All the wrong and right choices were thought out and both try not to make any nervous gestures. They did not shake their legs, rubbed their chins, or even sweat. These moves were easy for them to avoid since they were trained for it many years ago. But still, when your life is not on the line, it was a bit harder to keep the littlest of details under control. But luckily neither of them would notice. It was ridiculous at how much thought they put into this little game. All for what? A childish bet. No lives were at risk, just someone's pride.
Time has passed and finally, there was a winner.
America, winner of the two out of the three previous games, had planned on embarrassing Russia by having him be his maid. That's the reason why he suggested it. He had beaten Russia two times before they made the bet. He was ready to brag about beating him. He knew he had a good hand, so it came to a shock to him when Russia won.
"That was fun, да."
"Wait how about two out of three!"
"Hет."
"Come on dude! Double or nothing!"
The American was trying to get the Russian to play a few more rounds with him. He had to get out of this bet. He was America after all, he had a reputation to maintain and wearing a maid costume was not part of it.
"No Amerkia and besides this was your idea."
"I only made the bet because I was winning before, but now it's different. Come on dude let's play again!" the American said in a very fast and worry pace.
The Russian was still not changing his mind.
America had given up on trying to get out of the bet. He was now planning his schedule in his mind. He would have to move somethings around and probably cancel some meetings here and there. He would have to explain to his Boss that...that he will not be able to attend to his duty because... because he will be Russia's maid for TWO FUCKING WEEKS! Even saying it in his head brought him pain, how was he supposed to say that to his Boss OUT LOUD! He might as well lie.
He had realized there is no way of getting out of this. Will, in that case, he would first have to call Canada and tell him he would need to change their meeting to another d-
America had gotten an idea.
"Why don't you want to follow with your own bet. Is it because you're afraid that you'll look fat in a maid's uniform?" Russia said snapping the other from his own thoughts.
"OK first, eat a dick. Second, Alfred Fucking Jones is afraid of nothing," he said in his hero's voice.
"...Your middle name is 'Fucking'?"
"What! No! That's not the point. Anyway. No, I am not afraid of wearing a maid costume. I would look so Fucking great. But…"
He notices the last part got the others attention.
"but...I think Canada would look better in one. Don't you think so?" The American asked planting the image of the Canadian in the mind of the Russian.
"I guess he would." There was some questioning in Russia's voice.
"I mean he does speak French and it is one of his official languages, so maybe he would wear a French maid costume. But at the same time, I don't think he will buy it himself. Maybe France will get it for him. If France is picking it out, it would probably be very short."
The Russian never truly paid any attention to the other Nation. They were on "okay terms". They don't hate each other but they don't talk a lot. Never less he knows of Canada and that image of him that America spoke of made him have second thoughts of the younger nation.
"why are you saying this?"
"I was just thinking maybe you would want Canada as your maid instead of me."
This, Russia was interested in.
"I see you are thinking about it. Now, I'm not saying you SHOULD choose him, I'm just trying to give you choices. And I am not trying to show him off buuut..he is great at cleaning, is an amazing cook, and he makes a lovely company-"
"okay."
"w-what! You're going to do it! For real?! Sweet! I'll call him and let him know!"
Both Bosses have walked out of the meeting room.
"I'll call you to talk about it more." America whisper, not wanting his Boss to hear them.
Both nations walked away with their own Country's Leader.
