America groaned as he walked into the lobby of the hotel. His eyes immediately searched the room for Russia, but he couldn't find him anywhere. Where could he be? Didn't they agree to meet in the lobby at the end of the day that morning? Had he just gotten the time wrong? He looked over the lobby once more, trying not to seem eager, yet he didn't find Russia in there. His heart began to pound. Where was he?
"Mr. Jones, can we hurry it up?" Frank asked from behind him. "I know you're looking for your fuck buddy, but he's obviously not here."
America whirled on Frank with eyes like daggers. "You're not in charge here, Frankie boy," he snarled at the Secret Service agent. "When we're here, I call the shots."
Frank sighed. "Then go to his room to find him."
"I don't want you to come with me," America groaned. "It's none of your business what we do." He sighed and combed his fingers through his hair. "I don't even have his phone number." In all truth, he did have Russia's number, but it was saved as "Russia" in his phone, and he couldn't change that without looking suspicious.
"Why are you so distressed over some guy? It's not like it will matter when the travel ban gets taken down. He'll leave and forget all about you, just like everyone else seems to."
More than anything, America wanted to lay his fist into Frank's face, but he knew he had to stay calm, remembering that he couldn't harm his own citizens unless if it were self-defense. There was no way he could use his anger as an excuse for self-defense, so he was stuck enduring what Frank had to say.
America clenched his jaw and glared daggers at Frank before stalking off to his room, only to find Russia patiently waiting outside of it. "Dude, I thought we were meeting in the lobby," he said, relieved to be reunited at last with his foreign lover. All he wanted to do at the moment was just melt away in the taller nation's embrace.
"We were? I completely forgot," Russia answered, blinking in surprise. "I'm sorry, Alfred. If I would have remembered, I would have met you there instead." He observed the mood between the younger nation and Frank for a moment. "Did I cause something between the two of you because of it?"
"Nothing at all," America answered with a wave of his hand. He pulled his key card out of his pocket. "Let's just get into the room. I'm so ready to just chill."
Russia nodded his understanding and followed America into the hotel room once it was open. He went into the bedroom with America and watched as the younger nation practically ripped off his suit and replaced it with a t-shirt and sweat pants. "I take it you had quite the day," he observed.
"Dude, you have no idea," America sighed with a frown. "I hate my boss so much…"
"From what you've said, he sounds like a real prick," the Russian agreed with a nod. He sat on the edge of America's bed as the younger nation came and sat on his lap, leaning heavily against him. "The gears are turning in my head," he muttered into his lover's ear. "It won't be much longer, Alfred."
"I really hope so," America miserably sighed, snuggling up to Russia. "I'm so done with being in that office day in and day out. It's terrible. It really is." He lifted his head to look up at his Russian lover. "I can't take much more of it."
"What does he do to you when you're in there?"
The American bit his lip. "He tells me that none of you care about me," he whispered. "Then he mocks me and says that I'll never be anything great again."
"Little does he know," Russia softly said before kissing America's forehead.
The younger nation suddenly felt more at ease, resting his head on Russia's shoulder and closing his eyes. "I never thought I could ever feel this way about you," he admitted. "England was always telling me to stay away from you, saying that you were dangerous and would only break my heart in the end, but I don't believe that."
"I'm glad that you don't," Russia answered, smiling. "Because it's not true. I really do care about you, America. More than I've cared about anyone else, even my sisters."
"You mean that?" America asked him, wide-eyed. He had never thought that Russia was capable of caring about anyone before all of this had happened. But now, he knew otherwise. He knew that Russia was a good man with a good heart.
"I do," the Russian answered with a nod. He gave America another kiss on the forehead. "You are one lucky nation, America, to have the support of Russia behind you. We will never go to war with each other, I promise you."
America wrapped his arms around Russia's waist and snuggled into his chest, listening to the taller nation's heartbeat. In that moment, he felt completely safe, like nothing was wrong at all. Oh, how he wished this moment could last forever. How he wished he didn't have to return to the Oval Office day after day until Russia thought of something.
"Save me," he whispered to his lover.
"I will," Russia promised, running his fingers through America's hair. "I promise I will, even if it's the last thing I do."
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Russia smiled at America that night as they laid in bed together. He played carelessly with his lover's hair as he stared into the younger nation's blue eyes. Those eyes were something he could look at forever, lost in a sea of blue. It was times like these where they didn't need sex to be close. All they needed was to be physically close, which they were.
America sighed out happily and snuggled up to Russia, taking in the scent of his cologne. He loved the smell of it. In fact, he loved everything about the Russian. There was nothing he hated or disliked about Russia at all. He was so overcome with love for him that everything about his lover was perfect.
"Alfred, what do you dream of at night?" Russia asked him, smiling. He twisted some of America's blond hair around his fingers and continued playing with it as he awaited his answer.
"I dream of a free America," the younger nation answered. "Where there is no travel ban or having to sit in the office all day." He sighed and frowned. "An America where no one is tortured for what they believe or who they are. I dream of the day where America really is the land of the free."
"I already know it's the home of the brave," Russia softly said. "Because it's your home." He smiled at his lover. "Alfred, you are a lot more brave than you let on, you know that? When life tries to kick you down, you refuse to let it. It's quite admirable of you. Even right now, when you hate your boss and your job, you just keep going."
"I don't know if I'd call that bravery," America sheepishly said. "I think it's more stubbornness than anything. At least that's what Arthur used to tell me. He's always say that I was bull-headed and demanding."
"Sometimes you have to be that way," the older nation said. "Maybe that's why we're such a good fit."
America shrugged. "That may be." He smiled. "You're wonderful, Ivan," he whispered. "I don't know where I'd be without you."
"I'm sure you'd be just fine."
"No," the younger nation softly said. "You don't understand. Without you as my rival before, I never would have made it this far. We need to stick together. You're good for me. Promise me that we'll be together forever."
"I promise," Russia told him, "but only if you promise me the same thing."
America smiled to himself with a hum. "Well of course I do."
"Then it's settled," the Russian answered. "Let's stick together forever, Alfred."
"I'd love that."
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The next morning, America woke up in Russia's embrace once more. It was so comforting to him that he almost went back to sleep if it wasn't for the fact that he noticed Russia was awake as well. He wondered what Russia would be doing awake at that time, though. He was never awake this early when visiting America.
"Is something wrong?" America asked him, concerned.
"Nothing," Russia softly answered. "I am only thinking."
"What are you thinking about?" The younger nation didn't want to press too much, but he was just curious. He had never seen his lover thinking so hard, not even during world meetings, so it must be something serious.
"I'm thinking of a way to get you out without causing harm to anyone," Russia answered. "It will be hard, but I will do my best to make sure no one will get hurt, especially you."
"Do you need any help brainstorming?" America asked.
"Nyet," Russia answered with a shake of his head. "But thank you for offering. All I need to do is picture you in my head as my goal."
America blushed, but he knew Russia was right. There was a lot going on, and Russia needed to make sure that no one would get hurt since they weren't allowed to harm humans. So Russia was going to need a solid plan if he was going to get away with stealing America back safely.
"I'm sorry if I'm distracting you," America softly apologized.
"Don't ever think that you are," Russia told him with a small smile. "I enjoy having you around. After all, you are my muse. You are the reason I'm doing all of this, are you not?" He kissed his lover's forehead softly. "Never feel like a burden to me. And remember, the things that I'm going to do, I will be choosing to do, okay? Never blame yourself for my actions."
America nodded, a little confused. "Okay."
"I'm going to steal you today," Russia told him. "So be waiting for it."
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America sat in the corner of the Oval Office, waiting for Russia. His love hadn't told him his plan at all, and he could only hope that it would be okay and that no one would get hurt. Then again, knowing Russia's past with that kind of stuff, there was no guarantee.
His eyes went to the clock. It was already noon, and he was sure he looked suspicious, so he tried to draw attention to himself by crossing his legs and kicking at the coffee table in front of him with his dangling leg.
"Stop that, Jones," Collins commanded from his desk, not even bothering to look up. "You're being such a pain today. Even more of one that usual. Did you get dumped last night or something? I knew that guy wouldn't be able to stand you for too long."
"What is with you people and insulting me like that?" America demanded, jumping up from his chair. "Why do you always say things like that to me? Just because I'm not you doesn't mean that people don't love me for who I am! I'm surprised people even like any of you!"
"It's not that they like us," Collins said with a chuckle, finally looking up at America. "They fear us. Or more, they fear you."
"Why would they fear me?" America asked.
There was suddenly a crash as the door opened and a tall figure stepped through. Russia had arrived.