Russia was irritated. Right in the middle of his presentation during that days meeting, America's phone had gone off. And he had checked it, then ran out of the room without returning. He was currently looking walking around the building looking for him to intimidate him back to the meeting, or to drag him back by force. However, he hadn't been having much luck finding the younger nation. He had looked all over, and he hadn't seen a trace of him. The only place he hadn't looked was on the roof of the building, so he was heading there. However, he doubted he was on the roof because of how cold it was outside. As he passed by a window, he spotted movement in the parking lot. Looking down, he spotted America in his car.

"Ah-ha." Russia said with a small smirk. He made his way down to the parking lot and walking over to America's car he knocked on the window sharply. America didn't move. Frowning, Russia knocked again. America looked over at him, and with a pissed off look, he locked the car doors.

"Ah, so that's how you want to play." Russia said with an intimidating smile.

"Go away." America's muffled voice growled. "I'm not in the mood." Then he turned away from Russia.

"Open the door." Russia said.

"I want to be alone." America snapped back.

Russia sighed. Well, if he wasn't going to open the door…

America heard a screech of metal, and turning around, he saw to his frustration that Russia had forced his car's door open, breaking the lock in the process.

"Oh, come on!" America yelled throwing his keys at Russia. "Do you know how much it fucking costs to fix a car door?! What are you, a barbarian!?"

Russia let the keys bounce off his face and slid into the passenger seat and closed the broken door behind him. America made an angry noise and tried to push Russia out.

"Get out!" America yelled. "Get the fuck out or I swear to god I'm going to kick your ass."

Russia sighed. "I'm not leaving till you go back to the meeting. You still need to present."

"To hell with the meeting." America shouted. "It's not important."

"But you're hosting." Russia pointed out. "You need to be there."

America stopped trying to push Russia out and sent him a glare, then to Russia's surprise he unlocked the driver door and got out, slamming it behind him and started heading away from the building. Letting out a frustrated huff, Russia opened his door and followed America. America turned around, and seeing Russia following him, his face turned red in anger and he got into a fighting stance.

"Stop following me. Or I swear I'm going to break your nose." America snarled.

Russia just kept walking towards America with determined look. As he got closer, America drew his fist back.

"Final warning." America said.

Ignoring him, Russia reached out to grab America. America swung his fist right at Russia's face, but to his shock Russia didn't even flinch, but just grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to him. America started to try and hit him again, when to his surprise Russia just pulled him into a hug. Too surprised to do anything, America froze not sure what to do.

"I don't know what's going on, but something is upsetting you." Russia said calmly. "What happened?"

"I-" America started to say, but tears started to form in America's eyes and before he could do anything he started to cry. Grabbing Russia's jacket, he started bawling his eyes out on Russia's shoulder. Sighing, Russia patted America on the back and dragged the crying nation back to his car. Sitting America down in the driver's seat, he got into the passenger seat and shut the door behind him again. As America calmed down a bit, Russia handed him a tissue.

"Thanks." America sniffed.

"What happened?" Russia asked again.

"I just saw in the news that one of my heroes just died. You know, the guy who created Spider-man, and a bunch of other heroes?" Tears started to fall down his face again. "He was such a giant, I never really thought about him dying before, but he's gone."

Russia gave America an understanding look. America had gushed about the guy before, and he knew how much America had loved him.

America put his hand over his heart. "It hurts right here. I felt it when he died, but I didn't know what was going on. I checked the news and saw he had died. A lot of people loved that guy, and I'm kind of shaken up by it. He was one of the main people who got me into superheroes after all, I really looked up to the guy."

With a sigh, Russia pulled America into a side hug. "So, he was one of the guys who got you obsessed with becoming a hero, huh? I guess I know who to blame for you shouting about being a hero all the time."

"Yeah." America said glumly. "I mean, he was 95, but still… I'm never going to see another cameo from him again, never going to hear him talk again, never read a new comic book from him again. It's weird. I've gotten so used him being around, I don't really know what's going to happen now."

"You'll move on." Russia assured.

"Did you know, when I read that issue of Spider-man, "With great power, comes great responsibility.", it really stuck with me. I mean, I've heard the phrase before that, but for some reason it really got to me when I read it then." Looking down at his hands he frowned. "His creations weren't the first one's I've read, but at the same time so many of his works have stuck with me. People with so much power and not knowing what to do with it, not knowing if they are doing the right or wrong thing, wanting to give up, I've felt those feelings so many times in my life. Trying their best to help others with everything they have, and getting up every time they fail, winning at the end. I wanted so bad to be like those heroes. Loved the whole idea of it. It just seemed right."

Russia just nodded, not knowing where America was going with all this.

"Superhero's have such a strong influence on me. Something about them just hit a bullseye within me and my people, and he was a large part of that. It just feels wrong that he's gone." Sighing, America pushed Russia off of him. "He gave so much to us, and I just wanted to be like the hero's he created."

Then wiping his eyes, he continued, "But he was a true hero himself. He inspired so many people around him, making them laugh, making them cry, changing people with just with a few pen strokes. Giving kids hope that heroes are real, making people dream that they can fly or swing through a city on webs, but most of all just creating some of the most amazing stories of all time. That's what made him mean so much to people. He's been such a large part of some people's life, and he made people feel like anyone could be a hero. I'm just so glad he was able to do that, I'm really just going to miss the guy." Tearing up again, America bowed his head. "Anyone can be a hero, and he was one of mine."

Russia sighed. Then he ruffled America's hair. "It is ok for you to mourn for him. He meant much to you and influenced you a lot. And in time, you will heal, and while you won't forget about him you will feel the pain leave you."

"Yeah, I know. But it still hurts." America sniffed. "You know, I've only ever met the guy once. It was at a convention. I was so excited to meet him. I was dressed up as Captain America, and he said that I looked a lot like him and shook my hand. It made me so happy for the rest of the day. I bet he didn't even remember me, but it meant a lot to me."

"Why don't we go and get you a hot chocolate or something?" Russia asked. "You're in no condition to go back to the meeting."

"Really?" America asked.

"Yes, I'm sure the others can get on without us there." Russia said with a smirk. "Plus, no likes it when you talk anyways."

"You bastard." America said with a watery laugh. "Thanks for listening. I really need that."

"It's fine. That's what are friends are for after all." Russia said with a smirk.

America gave Russia a shocked look. "Friends?" he asked, his mouth hanging open. "When did we become friends?"

"Don't you remember?" Russia asked with an amused expression. "When we went out drinking you started crying about you didn't have any friends and asked me if we could be friends. I said yes."

America's face turned five shades of red, and he hid his face behind his hands. "Please tell me you're joking." He begged.

"Nope, it really happened." Russia said with a soft laugh.

"God damn it, I'm never drinking again." America said with a grimace. "It just lands me in trouble."

"You were so happy you hugged me too." Russia said with a smile. "You are a lot friendlier to me when you're drunk."

America slammed his head down on the steering wheel. "Oh god, please kill me." He wailed. "I hugged a communist! I'm a disgrace!"

"I've hugged you twice today." Russia pointed out.

"Oh god!" America's eye's widened. He then pressed himself away from Russia with a scowl on his face. "No touchy. You stay on your side and I'll stay on my side. You hear me! I will not be tainted by you!"

"What, are you upset? Do you need another hug to make you feel better?" Russia asked with a smirk. Then he opened his arms and grabbing America, he smushed him into a bear hug.

"GET OFF ME!" America yelled, struggling to get away from the taller nation.

"Not until you say we're friends." Russia said happily.

"NEVER! WE ARE RIVALS!" America shouted, trying to break Russia's grip off him. "HELP! A COMMUNIST IS HUGGING ME!"

"No one can hear you." Russia said happily. Just then, a hockey stick broke through the passenger window and Russia froze.

"What. Are. You. Doing. To. My. Brother?" Canada growled, pulling the hockey stick out of the window and glaring down at Russia with fire in his eyes.

"Mattie!" America said happily. "Help, Russia won't stop hugging me until we become friends!" Then as soon as he saw what his brother had done to his car, his smile fell from his face and glared at him. "DUDE, MY CAR!"

Russia put his hands up in surrender. "Your brother was upset because one of his comic book writers died. I was comforting him."

Canada eyed Russia suspiciously. America took advantage of the situation and shifted away from Russia. Still laughing, Russia got out of the car. "I'll be getting back to the meeting then. I'll see you later, friend." Russia said with a smirk, and with that he walked back towards the building.

America shivered in disgust. "Ew, it just sounds wrong coming from him." America grumbled. Then looking back at his brother he pouted. "And you! How could you break my car window!? I thought you were nice!"

Canada blushed slightly. "I didn't mean too. I sort of hit too hard."

"Dude, why were you even hitting my car at all! Why not just tap on the window?" America asked in exasperation.

"It won't be as effective." Canada grumbled darkly.

"What?" America asked in confusion. "I didn't catch that."

"Uh, I meant to just tap it but I guess I tapped too hard." Canada said with a laugh.

"Whatever. You're paying for it and buying me a hot chocolate." America grumbled.

"Fair enough." Canada said as he got into the car.

Meanwhile

"WHERE THE FUCK IS AMERICA?!" Germany yelled angerly.

A/N: Hey Guys. Today a legend died. Stan Lee was a hero to me, and actually was one of the people to inspire me to write. He will be missed by many. American's and people all around the world will mourn his loss. As usual, no shipping, but you can put on the shipping glasses if you wish. Thanks for reading.