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"Russia! Hey, Russia!" Ivan stopped as a familiar form ran over to him, arms waving in an attempt to flag him down. Panting heavily America finally skid to a stop in front of Russia. "Hey man! There you are!" Russia blinked at the over enthusiastic man standing in front of him. America was talking to him? What madness was this? "Er..." He fidgeted around nervously wondering what the American wanted.

America grinned wildly and slapped Russia on the back. "Where have you been! It's like you're avoiding me or something!" Russia looked at him in blatant disbelief. "I'm sorry, but why?" America just laughed. "Hey, I never got to thank you for helping me the other day! Well, days!"

"W-what?" America giggled quietly to himself at the look on Russia's face. "You think I don't know? How sweet." Still giggling quietly he wrapped his arms around Russia's middle and started squeezing him. "Stupid! I'm not that dumb!" Russia could feel his cheeks heating up as America continued to hug him. "I-I don't get it."

America pulled away and stared at Russia. After a while he spoke, "Why are you so sad Russia?" The question took Ivan by surprise. "I'm not sad..." "Yes you are! See! There you go again! Making puppy dog eyes! Seriously man! Stop being so cuuuuuuuute!" Russia's aura appeared out of nowhere as he violently pushed America away from him. "Stop making fun of me!" America's brow crinkled, "I'm not making fun of you Russia."

"Yes you are! Just because you think you know how I feel now, you think you can make fun of it!" Russia drew in a shaky breath and shoved his hands into his pockets. "I finally accepted it, and I could deal with just helping, but you can't even let me have that, can you?"America stared at the ground. "I just wanted to thank you, I thought, maybe we could be friends." Russia watched America shuffle around in front of him. Sighing deeply, Russia collected his thoughts. "Nyet America, we can't. I like you to much for that." Russia's gaze wandered to a nearby wall. "I can't do that to myself."

America's head snapped up, "Then I guess we'll have to be more than friends!" Grinning madly, he grabbed Russia's arm and pulled him in for a kiss, only to turn around and drag him down the length of the hall before the Russian even had a chance to recover.

Smiling to himself, Russia joined in with Alfred's jubilant laughter, waiting to see where America would take him next. And fr the moment, he was liking the little things.

Crap ending is crap! I hope you liked it... ;3; I love reviews, they help make it worthwhile... Anyone want an omake?