Russia watched America with an amused smile, as the other nation rubbed at his head and whined in an overly-dramatic fashion.

"Russsssia! England hurt me!"

"Da, I saw. I was standing right here."

"I know! But it really hurts!"

"Da, I would imagine."

"Maybe you could kiss it better?"

"Would not applying pressure make it worse?" America's eye twitched slightly as he kept pouting up at the still smiling Russia.

"Or it could make it better."

"Then you should ask France, I am sure he would be very helpful for kissing." The twitch got worse and since Russia didn't seem to be cracking America decided to switch tactics. Instead of pouting, he gave his best puppy dog eyes at Russia; he knew this was going to work. Not even a cold hearted nation like Russia would be able to resist his awesome puppy dog eyes!

"But Russia, you are right here!" When Russia's head tilted to the side America was internally shouting with success, but then his enthusiasm dropped when Russia just pat his head.

"You are very cute, but I am not kissing you." Russia took his hand away and for the first time since starting the bet with France, America was worried he might actually lose. So, to keep this from happening he decided to make a move of his own. Lunging forward he was prepared to kiss Russia and then run away like his pants were on fire.

And he would have succeeded too; if Russia hadn't chosen that exact moment to turn around and begin to walk away. So, instead of kissing Russia on the lips like he was going to; his kiss landed on the back of Russia's neck where his scarf had began to droop.

Cursing his failed attempt he was about to try again when Russia's head snapped around towards him. Land of the free, and home of the brave meant that the noise that came out of America's mouth was most certaintly not a shriek of fear that Russia had magically turned himself into an owl.

"S-sor-!" He started stuttering out an apology until he noticed the look on Russia's face; violet eyes were blown wide in surprise, his cheeks dark red, and the rest of his face hidden in his scarf. America's terrified expression turned into a satisfied grin as he straightened up and made to move towards the other nation.

This triggered Russia to bolt down the hallway; America watching in shock and a little bit of fear as a nation of Russia's size moved faster than a retreating Italian.

"Russia! Stop!" Snapping out of it, America yelled after Russia and then gave chase. The larger nation ignored him and danced around a confused France coming out of the bathroom; America was not so kind and bowled France over much to the Frenchman's indignant shrieking.

Russia was almost out of the building with just one corner to go, except he had not been anticipating how fast he was going and the sudden need to turn the corner. Having not run in a good long while, when he attempted to make the turn his shoe slipped on the floor and sent Russia careening downwards into an undignified mess.

The mess was only made worse as America was not able to slow down or stop in time to avoid him, tripping over Russia he then collided face first with the corresponding wall. Dazed, and mostly unhurt, America thought that he may have actually cornered Russia, but the other nation was still attempting to crawl towards the exit.

Which is how America finally got to try out that lion pounce that he saw on Animal Planet the other day, and that Canada had been refusing to let him use. Although, he managed to land on Russia in an excellently executed pounce, the other nation was able to support his weight and attempted to thrash him off like a pissed off bull.

"RUSSIA I THINK YOU ARE BEING A LITTLE OVER-DRAMATIC!"

"De mon point de vue, vous êtes à la fois le plus dramatique." After being trampled France had decided to follow the two high-speed nations in their chase and their subsequent wrestling match. He was smug as he watched the two nations, knowing that there was no way that America would win. He had known from the beginning that America would find it impossible to kiss Russia, because the colder nation had been avoiding him for a few months. Not that France assumed that America had even noticed, the other nation always keeping to his own little world. He actually found it amazing that America had managed to find him at all.

With a little bit of work and maneuvering, America finally managed to pin Russia down to where the other nation could only wiggle, but couldn't get away.

"Would you hold still so I can kiss you and get this stupid bet over with!?" Whatever America had said made Russia still, his body going ridged. Which America wasn't sure if he should find relieving or unnerving.

"Bet?"

"Yes, bet! I have this stupid bet with France that I need to kiss everyone here! If I lose I have to sleep with him!" Russia looked confused and America decided this was the perfect time to kiss him before he became too aware. Except that his attempt to kiss Russia just made the other nation turn his head so he kissed his cheek instead.

"Seriously!? Stop wiggling!"

"Let me go!"

"You'll just run again, bro!"

"If promise not to, will you let me up?!"

"Maybe."

"..."

"Yeeees, finnnnnne." Groaning America let up his grip on Russia's wrists so that he could rub at the forming bruises, but he refused to get up from his place sitting on Russia's stomach.

"Now kiss me!"

"Nyet! That is embarrassing!"

"What!? No it's not! You kiss Germany all the time!"

"That is greeting!"

"Just pretend you're greeting me then!"

"I do not want to!" America was getting fed up with the argument and grabbed both of Russia's cheeks pulling the Russian into a kiss with him. The kiss was pleasant at first, since Russia actually had soft lips despite the cold of his country, until Russia bit his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed. Yelping, America scrambled backwards and was going to consider punching Russia when he saw the tears in the other nations eyes.

"Woah, Russia wha-?" He got three words out edgewise before the other nation punched him in the nose, effectively breaking it.

Russia watched America curse and roll around as he clutched his nose. Rolling his eyes at the dramatics he picked the other nation up by his collar and set him right on his feet.

"You never do that again. Da?" Glaring through misty eyes, America nodded with a groan. Satisfied with his answer, Russia leaned forward and kisses America gently on his bleeding lip. Pulling away quickly, the bottom half of Russia's face disappears beneath his scarf.

"I will be speaking with you after conference. Do not be hard to find." Then with that terrifying warning Russia gathered up his dignity and tried to walk away. Except, when he tripped before he sprained his ankle, so since his ankle had not fully recovered and refused to hold him, he went down like a fail beauty queen on a run-way.

The second attempt to leave was done with a little less jazz and a whole lot less dignity as Russia limped away with red ears and laughter trailing behind him.

America was glowing with victory as he beamed over at a frowning France.

"I did it! I won!"

"Oui."

"And you know how I want to celebrate~?"

"..."

"McDonalds! And you're paying!" America slung an arm around France's shoulder, grinning through the blood that was pouring down his face and from his nose.

"Today was a good day."