It's been a very strange week – during the day, I quietly dislike America, but at night I cannot bear to be away from him. I haven't been so confused since Leningrad changed its name so many times.
Russia poured himself a glass of water.
I cannot even tell anyone about this, they will not believe such a ridiculous story! I am both scared and eager to close my eyes – I do want him, then I don't.
He looked over at America and gripped his glass tighter.
I hate being so flippant! It makes me angry that I cannot decide on one thing!
"Russia, are you okay? You just crushed zat glass vith your bare hand!" Germany exclaimed from across the meeting table. England also expressed an unusual amount of concern.
"Uh yes, it is okay, I did not mean to startle you all. Please continue."
"Okay, so ve are all agreed zen?-"
the resulting agreeing/squabbling was just ignored by Russia as he turned his thoughts back to his dilemma.
I am trying my hardest not to think of America…but even I cannot help but fantasize about him.
His eyes flicked over to America once more.
America sits opposite me all the time, but he never seems to notice me anymore. I feel like that other blonde country, the one that no-one remembers. It's like America doesn't want anything to do with me or he's too embarrassed to say something. I'm so confused.
He was glad that the meeting ended so soon – the tension he was feeling was literally choking him. He loosened his trademark scarf and got up to leave as the others did.
He subtly turned to look at America once more and was perturbed when he caught him staring back.
"Dosvedanya, America."
Russia walked down the hallway, down to the awaiting car outside of the meeting hall, when he felt someone grab his arm.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Uh, Da."
"In private?"
"Sure."
America led him to a smaller, secluded meeting room and seated himself, as did Russia.
"Do you know why I wanted to talk to you, Russia?"
"Da."
America pulled out Englands' notebook.
"Well, uh, how do I start this? Basically, we've been having freaky dream-sex and I wanna know how and why."
"Where do I begin?"
"Uhh…maybe how the dreamworld came about?"
"A great magician in my land gave me a powerful spell-book a few centuries ago, just before he died. I was flipping through it one night when I found a spell to create fantasy worlds. At the time, my country was going through some major ordeals, so I needed an escape – even if it was just for a few hours. I performed the spell, suddenly blacked out and then I woke up in the sunflower field. I had never been so happy, surrounded by such beautiful flowers!"
America was taking brief notes, by Englands' orders.
"Okay, so how did I end up there?"
"This is where it gets strange. I read that for two people to appear in the same dream together, they had to be thinking of each other at the same time. The rare times we did synchronize, you did appear in my field, but you were always walking away from me. No matter how much I tried to catch up to you, you'd always have your back to me, ignoring me."
"That's creepy."
"Da, that's exactly what I thought. Then one night, I went to my field and you were there, awake, and happily talking to me."
"Why's that?"
"I can only suppose this was the even rarer time when you went to sleep thinking good things about me."
"No offense dude, but it's only within the past few decades that I've started liking you. That cold war shit was seriously messed up!"
"It is okay, I despised you and wanted you dead too!" He said with a warm smile.
"Uh, yeah, moving on. I got a couple more questions – why did you turn into a girl?"
"I like to do that a lot in my dreamworld – I guess you could say that she represents my feminine side."
"Okay one more question…Why did you have sex with me?"
"…I don't even know that myself."
"…Did you even enjoy it?"
Russia looked down at his lap and blushed furiously.
"Uh, well I think that concludes for today. I'll be off now, bro!" America quickly ducked out of the door and strode away, his cheeks burning as well.
Russia continued to sit and stare at his lap, then softly replied
"Da."
