Russia tapped his foot on the ground, standing outside of the door to his and his boyfriend's apartment, and panting loudly. Recently he and America had raced each other to the top of the apartment complex, which was the top level which was also where their apartment was. Russia had just knocked on the door, and was waiting for his boyfriend to answer. A minute passed, so he knocked again. "America! Let me in!"

"One second!" a muffled voice replied, a loud crash and thump right after the voice was heard.

Finally America opened the door, "Well, welcome in, Mr! One of our plates broke by the way, and I probably have a bruise on my thigh."

"Oh boy, what were you doing?" Russia chuckled, walking in.

"I was going to hurry and make something to eat to show how slow you were at running."

"We were running up flights of stairs!" Russia exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Literally only five flights. Five flights of stairs, Russia. And that took you…" America pulled back his jacket's sleeve to reveal an imaginary watch. "...that took you approximately 5 minutes. A minute for each flight."

Russia let out a shaky breath, still panting, and rolled his eyes. "Shut up." he walked over to their bedroom and fell on the bed, pulling out his phone.

America went over to the small oven in the small kitchen and went back to heating up the frozen egg rolls. It was around midnight too, they had been at the new pub down the street that had just opened earlier that day.

"Did you like that new place?!" America yelled, recoiling at the bringing air that just shot out of the oven when he opened it to check on the food.

"Yeah, it was nice." Russia replied, checking through emails and crap. "Except I hated the fact they paid attention to how much you drank."

"Yeah, we literally had like… what? Two sips of vodka?"

"That's right, and that was like, 'you're gonna get alcohol poisoning, honey, why don't you have some water'. Like literally, ladies, we are country humans, we can't just… die from a drink."

"We should have just said the vodka was water." America grumbled.

Russia barely heard it, but it still made him laugh. "We should've! That would have been so funny when they realized how drunk we were."

"Yeah, they'd be like, 'how does water get you drunk'?" America mocked the voice of a karen.

That made Russia laugh even harder. "Oh gosh, I can see that!"

"We should invite friends next time." America replied, grinning as he pulled out the egg rolls. "Also, food is done."

"Yeah," Russia stood back up, leaving his phone on the bedside table.

They ate dinner together, talking about pranks they could pull on their college teacher's. They were seniors and we're going to graduate this year. They might as well go out with a BAM.

Finally, when dinner was done, America washed the dishes. "I'm going to get in the shower, I'll make dinner and do the dishes tomorrow." Russia said, walking to the bathroom.

"Alrighty." America replied.

Russia undressed, and got in the shower. As he scrubbed the shampoo into his hair, he heard the bathroom door open. Russia stopped washing his hair before moving a little bit of the curtain to see who had walked in.

America was standing right there, glancing at himself in the mirror and undressing. "What are you doing…?" Russia asked, eyebrows furrowing.

America jerked around to look at Russia. "Joining you? I'm also really stinky." in a matter of seconds, America was butt naked.

Russia looked away and continued washing his hair, America slipping into the shower with him. He whispered, "By golly, it's freezing in here!"

"If you move it towards the heat, it'll turn into the Sahara's-" Russia suddenly screamed when America reached across Russia and jerked the water control to the shower. The water immediately became boiling and steam started to fill up the room. "OH MY GOSH! ARE YOU INSANE!? THAT'S WAY TOO HOT!"

"No it's not. Tuffen up." America raised his hand and started to wash Russia's hair. "And you are missing an entire spot on your hair, bestie."

Russia slowly moved around America to where his boyfriend got the direct fire of the boiling water, and Russia got a few lines of it, but mostly just the water spraying off of America.

"Well I'm so sorry." Russia said, rolling his eyes. He crouched down a little when America used one of his soapy hands to push down on Russia's shoulder.

"I bet you aren't good at washing your hands,... or your body!" America teased, putting a bit of conditioner on his hands, and then started to massage it into Russia's scalp.

"I am good at washing, that's why I always smell so good."

"I thought that was because of perfume."

"Perfume!? I am not a lady."

"Men still wear perfume, dawg." America raised an eyebrow, giving Russia a look.

Russia just stared back at him. "Fine, do what you want."

"You better close your eyes and raise your face up, the soap will run into your eyes. And you know how much that hurts."

Russia had never gotten soap in his eyes, or he just didn't remember. But he did remember America screaming in pain a long time ago, clawing at his eyes. It took Russia nearly an hour to find out why America's eyes hurt so bad. Let's just say Russia had never laughed at America so badly.

Russia did what America told him to, still crouching and grinning at the memory. America continues to massage the conditioner into Russia's hair, slowly moving his hands down to where he is massaging Russia's temples, who didn't notice. But, in a quick motion, he scooped up Russia's cheeks and pressed his lips against the other man's.

Russia let out a muffled squeak of surprise, his eyes shooting open. America closed his eyes, and let his hands run down Russia's spine, then sliding back up the side's of his chest. Russia just stayed deadly still, but he let into kiss, steading himself by grabbing the sides of the shower so he wouldn't fall over. After all, America was technically falling onto his boyfriend.

Russia could feel a wet feeling against his lips, and out of reaction, he opened his mouth a bit. America's tongue immediately started to search through Russia's mouth, and Russia did the same.

After about a few minutes, Russia pulled back, letting out a loud gasp. Saliva trailed between the two's mouths as they parted. "B-by golly, America! I couldn't-" Russia gasped again, trying to get some air into his lungs. "I-i can't breathe."

America squatted down, letting his hands slide down Russia's hips, and then up the front of his rib cage. "Baby, breathe in." his hands slowly trailed down to the bottom of his boyfriend's belly, which was dangerously close to his member.

Russia took more large gasps, before it finally slowed down. He felt a little drowsy, his eyes drooping a little. His calves burned supporting his body for so long, also, he was squatting for quite a while. And his shoulders were starting to ache. When his eyes dropped though, he realized something.

Russia quickly looked up at America, who's face was bright red. Russia slowly stood back up, feeling like he was going to fall over as he did. America gave Russia a light hug, which would have been comforting, but the fact that America's member was hard and stabbing Russia just made him uncomfy.

"I-im going to get out of the shower. I'm done washing." Russia whispered into America's ear.

America slightly nodded, but didn't let go of Russia. It took him a while to realize that America wasn't going to let go, so he forcefully got himself out of the shower.

As he dried himself off, he glanced at the mirror. His face was bright red from a blush, and from the high heat of the water and pressure in the room. Russia sighed, draping the towel around his hips and walked out of the room.

America, on the other hand, wondered if he did something wrong. He wondered if he made his boyfriend feel uncomfortable, if he creeped Russia out in the slightest. He let out a quiet sigh, and washed his hair and body.