A/N

I'm finally getting back to writing this! :D Forgive me, but I had the worst case of writer's block ever for this story. It's kind of hard for me to write stories that focus more on character then plot…since characters usually grow through the plot. XD

Anyway, here we go! I kind of wanted to do this scene later, but it will really help with America's development…I think.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

XXXxxxX(Russia's POV)XxxxXXX

Augest-11 Months

"Russia!" America called out from outside Russia's room. The Russian blinked, looking up from a book he had been reading. His boss and America's boss were having a meeting that weekend, so Russia was staying at a hotel. Slowly, Russia stood up, grabbing his lead pipe as he went. He opened the door, and found America standing there. The blue-eyed nation was excited, and Russia noticed that he was carrying a huge basket with him. Russia raised a fair eyebrow, and America smiled.

"Come on, I want to show you something." America said. Russia's mouth pressed into a line, and he shook his head.

"No…I want to stay here. Besides, my boss will come back soon, so I must stay, da?" Russia replied. America frowned in response.

"Come on, Ivan! This is something that happens yearly, and the best time is almost over! I swear, we'll be right back. I think this'll be worth going out for a while." America replied.

Russia didn't move. He narrowed his violet gaze at America.

"I'll buy you vodka." America offered. Russia snorted, and then he noticed the keys America was carrying.

"Those…are plane keys, da?" Russia asked. America nodded.

"Yep, this is across the states." America replied proudly. Russia gave him a questioning look.

"You expect me to get in a plane with you so you can show me some idiotic thing you thought of, da?" Russia asked. America rolled his eyes.

"Well, when you put it like that…but yeah. That's the basic idea. Plus I'm buying you vodka." He added. Russia shook his head, but he sighed.

"Fine…I'll come. But I get to fly the plane." He replied. America gave him a horrified look.

"Dude! I'm not letting you fly a jet drunk!" America exclaimed. Russia couldn't help but quirk his lips slightly and the exclamation. Not a smile, or even a snicker, but it was still something.

"I am Russian. I can handle more then you ever could, da?" Russia asked. America snorted, but he allowed Russia to get away with that. They walked out, Russia wondering what exactly he was getting himself into.

(Time skip)

"This is stupid." Russia said. He gave an irritated huff, and stumbled forward blindly. In front of him, America laughed.

"Come on Commie, just a little bit further. Don't worry; I'm keeping an eye on you." America said. His voice grated further on the Russian's nerves. Russia turned his head in the direction he was pretty sure America was, and he snapped at the other.

"That's what you said when I tripped! You think this is funny, da? Well, it's not! The Cold War is over, so take this blindfold off of me!" Russia yelled at him. America was quiet, and Russia stood still, waiting for America to let him go.

"If you really want to go…I'll let you. But I think you'll like this surprise." America said. Russia was silent for a moment, and then he sighed.

"Fine…how much further?" Russia asked. He could almost feel America's face lighting up.

"Just a few more minutes!" America chimed. Russia heard him sprinting away, and Russia stumbled after him, barely managing to keep his balance. He finally reached the other, and he stopped, catching his breath.

"Alright, so they look best in July, but they still look great now. Go ahead, open your eyes." America said. Slowly, Russia cracked open his lavender orbs, blinking into the warm, brilliant sunlight. A sweet breeze stirred through the field, filtering through the plants, and kissing his face. It stirred his ash-blonde hair, and set his scarf fluttering slightly. But he barely noticed this; for his attention was ensnared by the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Sunflowers.

There were hundreds, no, thousands of them, each of their petals was a beautiful gold, each one standing proudly, their faces turned toward the sun. They covered the field in green and gold, so many, so beautiful! Russia could hardly think, all he could do was take the sight in.

"So, what do you think? There are more in July, I kind of wanted to show you then, but there was so much going on, so-" America started, but he was unable to finish his sentence, for Russia had him gripped in a bone-crushing hug. This caught the American off-guard, and Russia felt him tense up for a brief moment, but he soon relaxed.

"Cпасибо, Amerika." Russia said. America grinned widely, his sky-coloured eyes sparkling with joy.

"You can have as many as you want, and you're welcome back anytime. I don't mind." America replied. Russia pulled back, smiling. It wasn't a fake smile, a childish smile, or even a sad one. It was a smile filled with true joy and innocence, one Russia hadn't done in a long time.

It felt so good to have a reason to smile again.

Without a word, Russia walked into the sunflower field, allowing the petals to gently touch his fingers. He couldn't help but think back to his childhood, when everything was so much simpler, when he was happy. A laugh bubbled up in his chest, and he allowed it to escape, where it floated up into the afternoon sky, lost in an endless sea of blue. It was all so beautiful, so wonderful!

Russia was happy. He was really happy.

And America watched him from the sidelines, a small, deep smile touching his lips.

XXXxxxX(America's POV-same time)XxxxXXX

Silently, America drew out the paper he had copied the list onto. He uncapped a pen, and crossed out one item-Show Russia North Dakota. He briefly re-read the other things, and then set the paper down on his lap.

Russia was lost in the sea of yellow, not even visible among the enormous green plants. America shut his eyes, leaning back against the tree.

This was an easy one, to be honest. It was a clear goal, a simple kindness he thought up for the Russian. The others would be much harder. How many times had England made it clear he didn't think of America as a friend? How many times had he forgotten what the other nations thought, and instead forced his way on them? How many enemies had he made, even ones he didn't know he had? Already a month had gone by; he was running out of time.

'Why me?'

"America?" Russia asked, approaching. Quickly, a grin spread across the other's face. He sat up, shoving the paper into his pocket. He watched Russia's eyes briefly flicker to it. Fear crossed America's mind, but it was gone when Russia didn't say anything.

"Yeah, what's up?" America asked. Russia was silent for a moment, twisting the stem of one of his sunflowers in his hand. The rest of them overflowed from the basket, almost spilling out. America met Russia's eyes.

"You are alright…da?" Russia asked. America laughed, standing up.

"Of course, Ivan! Why wouldn't I be?" America asked. Russia shrugged.

"You don't seem normal today. It is quite confusing…and worrying." Russia replied. America blinked, self-consciously reaching into his pocket, feeling the cool metal under his fingers.

"I don't get what you're talking about, man. I'm fine." America replied. Russia gave him another even stare, and America met it. Finally, Russia smiled. It wasn't a childish smile, but it wasn't a happy one. It was one America had never seen before, and he wondered what he meant.

"Da, I see. We should go back now, da?" Russia suggested. America nodded, and they began walking back.

"Am…Alfred?" Russia asked. America looked back at him.

"Thank you…now…we can get vodka, da?"

XXXxxxXXXxxxXXX

A/N

This is criminally short for how long you guys waited. Whatever. I already told you guys I'm not good at this kind of stuff…if you guys have any ideas, suggestions, or requests, just tell me. I'll see if they can work!

Please review~!