America whirled around in his chair when the door to his office opened.
Russia walked in. "Privyet, Amerika."
"Hello."
"You are wanting to see me, da?"
"Um, yes…" Why did Russia have to be perpetually creepy? "I wanted to discuss a new development in the war."
"What is it, Amerika?"
America pushed a folder across the desk towards Russia. Russia opened it and flipped through the contents.
"Very clever, Amerika. Were you meaning to do that?"
"Of course. I'm the hero!" America didn't plan on telling Russia that he had gotten lost.
"Well, good job, Amerika. It is not an easy task to take Norway prisoner." Russia walked around the side of America's desk and kissed America's cheek. "You are so clever, da?"
America blushed crimson at the kiss. "Whoa, Russia, dude!" he exclaimed, pushing his chair away.
Russia sat on the desk. "Are you wanting to know what I dream of, milyi?"
"No, commie, I don't!"
Russia ignored him, staring off into space. "A field of endless sunflowers."
America frowned. " That's it? What a weird dream, dude."
"Da, a field of endless sunflowers, and the one I am giving my heart to. I can do that, you know; it just falls out sometimes." He shook his head. "What is it that you dream of?"
America wasn't sure how to respond after hearing about Russia's dream. "Um…world peace, I suppose…"
Russia nodded. "A good thing to dream of. Perhaps, if there was peace, and we were not being needed, then maybe…" Russia shook his head again. "Never mind. It was just an idle thought."
Did Russia act this way around other countries? Or was it just towards America?
"So, anyway," America began, desperate to change the subject, "I think the bombing of Oslo will begin soon…well, as soon as the bureaucracy pulls itself together…"
Russia nodded. "You are impatient for this campaign to be over."
"Dude, we began the Norwegian campaign just after New Years'!"
"And now the snow begins to fall. I am understanding. That is how they were feeling at Stalingrad."
"Look, dude," America began, his cheeks flushed for some reason, "I really have work to do."
"I will go. Good bye, Amerika." Russia slid off the desk, lightly kissed the top of America's head, and left.
An endless field of sunflowers? That sounded…nice. Peaceful.
America shook his head. They were in the middle of a war, after all. He didn't have time for dreams.
A/N: Sorry, I really did have to put the reference to WWII in there.