Russia and America were silent as they walked out of the McDonald's and started their way back to the younger man's hotel. America stared at the ground pensively for a while before turning to ask Russia a question.

"Hey, Russia?"

"Yes?"

"Does that mean you love me?" Russia looked at him started and thought for a while.

"Yes. I thought I had told you." America's flushed face answered clearly that he had not. "You didn't know?"

"No. I thought you were just being a nutcase as usual."

"Maybe. But I have wanted you for a long time now."

"Wanted? Like wanted, wanted?"

"Yes, Amerika. I want to have sex with you." At this the American's face positively glowed.

"I-Is that why you… you fucked me?" Russia looked away, clearly uncomfortable with the turn that the conversation had taken.

"Yes. Yes and no. I was frustrated and angry with you for breaking so easily. I had wanted to do it myself for so long…" America looked nauseated at the sentiment.

"That's not love, that's just grade-A crazy."

"Maybe. But I don't want to damage you anymore."

"Uhmm… thanks?" They walked in silence for a while before America had another thought.

"Wait… How long have you wanted to have sex with me?" Russia looked at the sky pensively. Was it fighting together in WWII? WWI? No, it had been even longer than that.

"I suppose since the first time I saw you."

"What! You met me when I was still a kid!"

"There was something about you even then…" America looked at the other man hoping for a hint of a joke and finding none felt thoroughly scandalized.

"You're sick."

"Hahaha! I'm sick? You should have heard some of the fantasies Englan-MMPH!" America looked at the Russian with wide eyes, his hands covering the other man's mouth. Russia pushed the sun-kissed hands away and smiled. "What was that for?" America shuddered.

"Dear God, we are not going there."

"Oh? I thought you liked him…" America looked away feeling his heart fluttering violently in his chest. "I was right, then. You do care for him." Russia looked at America with a mask of forced indifference though it was clear that he was not happy with his suspicions being proven correct.

"I… Well, maybe once, when I was younger. He belongs with France though… I mean, those guys have wanted each other on and off for centuries. I was stupid to think…"

"Did he reject you?"

"No, no. I just never had the courage to ask. I just figured that after the revolution, everything would eventually fall in to place. Obviously, they didn't. At first we drifted apart, but then we were just allies and the line couldn't be crossed." Russia was silent for a moment while they crossed the street before responding.

"I would say that I am sorry, Amerika, but I am not. I can wish you had not suffered, but I cannot wish you had ended up with him."

"No… I guess not…" America silenced for a moment, turning on to the block of his apartment. "Hey Russia?"

"Please call me Ivan."

"Sure, whatever. Why do you love me? I thought you hated me with your 'wanting to destroy me' and all."

"I love you because you are something magnificent and odd. You are lively, and proud, and stubborn, and frankly, the strangest creature I have ever met. I hated you, I did. But even more than I hated you, I have loved you. Even I would be sad in destroying someone I love." America had stopped to look at Russia and stood only a foot away from him, staring into his eyes with a deep expression. Russia noticed the blonde's closeness and took advantage of it, placing his hand lightly on the American's arm and drawing him closer until their lips almost met. America's eyes refocused and he blushed horribly before pulling back as quickly as he could.

"Ahem… well, yeah. This is my hotel…" He said, pointing in the wrong direction.

"That's the street." Russia said, still focused on bringing the man closer.

"Yeah, of course. The street that my hotel's on. I'm going to go… y'know… back to my hotel." He said, now pointing the right direction. He stared at Russia for longer than was completely necessary after that before coughing uncomfortably again and hurrying inside with his head down and his shoulders hunched.

Russia looked after the man after he was long gone, sighing in slight frustration as he walked back to his hotel. He considered grabbing a cab, but somehow, walking didn't seem so bad.