America walked in the the front room with amazement."Wow, this is a great place you have here."he said looking around.

"What? Did you think I live in a hole of something." Russia sarcastically said as he turned around to America.

"Well,..."America said not making eye contact.

Russia shook his head."America?" he asked.

"Yes?"America answered

"Are you by any chance hungry at all?" Russia asked.

"Are you serious? I am starving!" he said as he picked up Russia and hugged him.

"Ack! Let meee go you, you idiot." Russia said trying to break America's grip.

"Oh sorry. Your just toooo cute." America laughed as he set him on the floor. "Russia, you only come up a little past my knee. Who's the short one now." he laughed again.

"Lets go."Russia blushed as he grabbed America's finger.

"Yay! Let's get some food."America exclaimed picking up Russia and ran through the raced to the kitchen in hope that there would be hamburgers.

"Ahh, America you idiot. Take a left тупые!" Russia yelled at America while he was holding on to Americas jacket for dear life.

"Alright!" he said as he turned left.

"Stop!" Russia yelled.

"Are we here?" America asked looking down at Russia.

" да...now let me down."Russia said pounding Americas back with his fists.

"Hahaha. That does not hurt!" America taunted Russia as he placed him on the chair.

"Wait until later." Russia whispered to himself.

"What was that?" America asked

"Oh nothing. Lets eat now shall we?" Russia smiled.

"Now you are speaking my language." America smiled back.

"Where is the food?" America asked looking around the room in worry.

"Do you only think with your stomach? It's under the table cloth." Russia said pulling the cloth off the table. "I made it special for you."

"No hamburgers?" America asked

"No...I.. thought you would like.."Russia sighed sadly.

"No, I do like it! This food looks good!"America sat down at started to put food on his plate. "I really hope this tastes good." America thought as he placed the first bite in his mouth.

"How is it?" Russia asked looking up at America.

"Wow Russia it's amazing. You sure can cook!" he said blushed as he looked away from America."Where are you going?" America asked as Russia jumped off the chair.

"I..I just need to go get something." Russia said as smoothly as he could not looking at America.

"Oh, well bring something alcoholic. I am sure you have plenty of that stuff." America said taking another bite.

" да."Russia whispered." as he walked into his study. Russia leaned against the wall and sighed. "What's wrong with me?Do I have a cold?"he said feeling his forehead. "Yes, that's it...there is no way that I..."

"Russia are you coming? Do you need help shorty?" America called out to him.

"нет, I am coming." Russia yelled. "Now where is that Vodka?" Russia said looking through his room. "Does he even like Vodka?" he asked himself. "I think I have some beer. Oh да, when I stole it from Prussia that one time."he smirked.

"Russia?" America called again.

"Coming." Russia said as he grabbed the beer and vodka bottle dragging them behind him.

"I thought you got lost or something. I almost had to rescue you."

"Why would you do that, it's my own house?" Russia asked.

"I am the hero of course." America gave him his official hero smile and a thumbs up.

"That was so predictable." Russia laughed to himself.

"What's so funny?"America asked

"You America. Now let's drink." Russia pulled the bottle of vodka in front of him.

"Do you have something else..."America asked

"I knew that you were going to say that." Russia said as he pulled the bottle handing it to America.

"Beer! Now lets drink." America said lifting Russia on the chair next to him.

" да." Russia said happily taking a swig of vodka.