Feb. 11 - Home / Warmth
Nyo!America x Nyo!Russia
Fire
"It's so cold! I'm never going outside again!" America shouted as she stepped inside the house, slamming the door shut behind her. Her teeth chattered as snow fell off her thick winter coat, landing in small piles in the floor. Russia chuckled, stepping over and pushing some hair out of America's face.
"Silly, you'll have to go back outside eventually." Her signature child like smile adorned her face as she looked down.
"No, I don't, and you can't make me." America grumbled as she slid off her coat and stiffly began walking upstairs, shaking slightly. "I'm going to take a hot shower. Don't bother me."
"Da, you deserve it. I'll start a fire down here." Russia answered, ignoring the last comment. She knew far too well that winter was not America's favorite season, and she could get pretty cranky at times. She hummed quietly to herself as she gathered the firewood from next to the fireplace and started the flames up, hoping the house would warm up quickly.
America sighed as the hot water soothed her cold body, steam quickly filling up the bathroom. Bathing this late at night always made her tired, so when she was done she wore her favorite pair of pajamas, a thin cotton tank top with matching shorts, and then her signature jacket. She wore it with everything, even though Russia liked to tease her about it.
"Oh, I'm so tired," She cracked her back while stretching and walking into the living room. Russia looked up at her from the couch and smiled, shaking her head slightly at the sight of her jacket.
"You must be. Come, join me on the couch. The fire has made the house nice and warm." She patted the cushion next to her.
America complied, immediately sinking into the piece of furniture and against Russia's side. She sighed as her eyes began closing.
"Yeah, it is really... Warm..." She trailed off and soon the only sounds in the room were that of their breathing and the crackling of the fire. Russia chuckled, kissing the top of her head.
"Sweet dreams, flower."
"I'm not asleep yet, stupid." Russia blinked but then just laughed. America glared up at her. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing. I love you." America grumbled, turning to the side.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Hm? What was that?" Russia teased, leaning towards her.
"Nothing." It was almost a growl.
"What?"
"I love you, too!" America yelled, turning and punching Russia in the arm. Russia laughed louder this time, patting America on the head before picking her up in her arms and heading upstairs. America let out an indignant squeak. "What're you doing?! Put me down!"
"It is time for bed, flower."
"You can't tell me when to go to bed!"
Once they reached the bedroom, nothing was heard for the rest of the night except for warm laughter and high pitched squeals.