"So, you guys are just going to walk out of here, and leave me with Russia!" America cried as Wesley, and Rufus, followed Rufus's boss outside the door. "What about no man left behind? Come on Rufus's somehow American friend you can't just leave one of your own kind behind!"

"Sorry, but I don't think I'm part lunatic," the exchange student mumbled closing the door behind him. Wesley clearly wasn't happy that he missed the one-second kiss, because he had to pick his phone off the ground.

"Buddy, don't close that door!" the American yelled after the door was closed. "I'm the United States of America! I can't be locked in the same room as-"

The Russian cut him off, and tightened the hold he hand on his shoulders. "Alfred, shut up. You're being ridiculous-"

"No! I'm not!" the younger nation yelled. "Rufus's somehow American friend be a true American and unlock this damn door! Come on Rufus's somehow American friend you aren't that cold hearted-"

The older nation cut him off again. "These doors aren't locked."

"Really?" America asked trying to get Russia to let go of his shoulders. "Dude, let go and let me get out of here."

"Not until you explain a few things to me," Russia said not losing his grip. "First of all, why did you kiss me?"

The American blushed. "Rufus tricked me-"

"How?"

"He said that he caught you, and I knew that you were too... uh... Russia for that, so I called him a liar. He insisted that he wasn't a liar, and we argued, and I think there was a roundhouse kick somewhere in there-"

"Be serious."

"I am being serious! Rufus tricked me! He made me promise to kiss you on the mouth if you got caught by his army of demons!"

The Russian sighed. "So, your own stupidity finally punished you."

"My voice of reason said the exact same thing," the younger nation added, "and I'm still not sure what the hell that means."

The older nation frowned. "Voice of reason?"

"Yeah, England. He's like my voice of reason or something. When I passed out I had this out of body experience, and England told me-"

"You must have been dreaming, because that makes no sense," Russia said cutting America off.

"I'm not making this up! I had a out of body experience and England was in it to lecture me!"

The Russian shook his head. "Whatever, now I have another question for you-"

"Hurray."

"I want to know if the ghosts are still after you-"

"Shit! I forgot about the ghost guys!" the American cried. "Of course those demons are still after me... Wait... wait a second... I just thought of something."

The older nation raised his eyebrow. "What did you just think of?"

"Well, Rufus never really was a demon or ghost guy," the younger nation answered. "'Cause if Rufus was a demon or ghost guy, then his somehow American friend would never be friends with him. Americans have this natural sense of judgment."

"That also makes no sense."

"Yes it does! Americans have this natural sense of knowing who the bad guy is. The bad guy is usually some freak with a crazy mustache, petting some fluffy cat that's sitting on their lap, or something else creepy like that-"

"Where are you going with this?"

"What I'm saying is, Rufus isn't creepy looking, and he probably doesn't own a creepy looking fluffy cat. So he can't be the bad guy. If he were then he would have like a mustache or one eyebrow or something."

Russia frowned. "So, now you're thinking that Rafu isn't a demon?"

"I'm not thinking Rufus isn't a demon, Russia. I'm knowing that Rufus isn't a demon," America stated placing his hands on his hips to add effect.

"You're actually admitting to making a mistake-"

"No, I'm not admitting to that. The United States of America never makes a mistake," the American informed. "What I'm saying is the demons that are still out there made Rufus appear as one of them, and caused me to make a mistake-"

"So, you did make a mistake-"

"No, the demons made a mistake to make me make a mistake. I didn't make a mistake. A mistake was made to make me make a mistake. But I never made a mistake to make those demons make a mistake to make me make a mistake."

The older nation frowned. "I have no idea what you just said."

"I didn't make a mistake, but the demons made a mistake to make me make a mistake. But I didn't make a mistake to make the demons make a mistake that-"

"I didn't ask you to repeat that tongue twister," the older nation said cutting the younger nation's rambling off. "So, what you're saying is that there is still demons out to get you?"

"Well, duh, those demons still want me to be served with a side of butter-"

"Side of butter?"

"I guess it could be a side of molasses. They're demons so they probably do prefer that disgusting molasses crap. Anyway, yes, those demons are still out there, and they still want me to be their food. But, the good news is through the power of the demons making a mistake I have been reunited with you!"

Russia frowned. "What mistake did these demons make exactly?"

America laughed. "Oh, simple. They tried to embarrass me and make me feel unconfident. 'Cause being unconfident makes a dude an easy target. They made me think Rufus was one of them, and that resulted in me being doubtful about your arrival. The demons planned for you to come here you see. And they knew that I wouldn't believe that you would be coming-"

"Okay?"

"So, that plan resulted in me making a ridiculous promise to kiss you right on the mouth," the American continued laughing. "Those demons really are banging there heads against the wall now. 'Cause I didn't melt with your communist touch or anything-"

"Communist touch?"

"Yeah, before I kissed you I was positive that if I kissed you I would burst into flames or something dramatic like that-"

"You've daydreamed about kissing me before?"

The younger nation blushed at the older nation's question. "Uh... sort uh... I don't really want to answer that question."

Russia smiled. "I have one more question for you-"

"Ask away."

"Why am I your safe haven?" the Russian asked. "We never really liked each other. Well, maybe you liked me because you just admitted to daydreaming about-"

"Hey! I didn't admit to anything! And its not like I was the only one getting crazy thoughts during that boring PowerPoint presentation England gave last meeting!"

The older nation smiled darkly. "I thought of another question-"

"As long as it's not about my crazy thoughts during that PowerPoint presentation I'll answer it. I really don't feel like explaining why I was picturing you dressed as-" the younger nation cut himself off and blushed.

Russia raised his eyebrow, and loosened his grip on America's shoulders. "Now I'm a little curious about that, but that's not what my question is about."

"Good."

"I want to know if you enjoyed the kiss-"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Did you or did you not enjoy the kiss?"

"It didn't even last a whole second! And let go of my damn shoulders!"

"Would you have enjoyed it if it lasted longer?"

"I think that maybe... Hey! You said that you only had one more question! That's a another question!"

The Russian sighed defeated. "Fine, don't answer that question-"

"I won't," the younger nation spat crossing his arms.

The older nation frowned and looked around the room. "Do you still want to go to my house?" he asked after a bit of silence.

"Yes, you're place is safer than this place," the younger nation answered. "Let's get out of here and hop on a plane."

"There's a problem with that-"

"A problem?"

"Yes, according to customer service, there wouldn't be any more-"

"When did you talk to customer service?"

"A while ago, before I found you here. Anyway, the weather is too brutal for planes to even try to get off the ground."

"That's not good," America said not realizing that Russia was no longer holding him by the shoulders. "Are we going to have to spend the night at the airport?"

"Sadly yes."

"Well then use your creepy Russianness to get us a free room! I would like us to have a room with a nice little balcony and a mini fridge-"

"You want to share a hotel room with me?"

"Dude, a room with two beds."

"Oh."

"The demons are still after me, but they aren't going to go near you. So, what do you say Russia, are you going to use your creepy Russianness to get us a free room?"

Russia smiled. If he was going to get information out of America tonight, then he better see how far he can humiliate America. "Sure, but you're going to have to follow a few conditions-"

"Conditions?"

"First of all, you can't call me Russia. Humans aren't supposed to know about country personifications-"

"I'll call you Tall Man!"

"No, you're call me Ivan, and I'll call you Alfred."

America huffed. "Tall Man sounds way cooler."

"Second of all, if we are going to rent a room together, then we're going to have to come across as lovers."

A/N

Sorry, but I really wanted to end this chapter with that line. Oh, and sorry that this update is late. I sort of graduated high school, and had family over, and stuff like that.

Anyway, Sunday I'm leaving for Costa Rica. I'm going to be there for a month living with a host family. I'm going to be learning Spanish! To help increase my knowledge I have decided to cut off all connections from my English-speaking world. (Well I'm still going to have to email my parents every week)

The point is, I wouldn't be updating anything till I come back from Costa Rica. Hopefully, when I come back my inbox will be spammed with reviews, and people sending me pictures of fanart of this fic. (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, like that would ever happen)

Hunny The Monster (I think that you have an awesome penname) I'll try to get that oneshot done before Sunday. Congrats on winning!

If ya notice a mistake, let me know!