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Anya stared up at the popcorn ceiling of the apartment she had rented for the meeting of the nations, thinking about how her day went. It was like any other normal day, except she had initiated E-822, or Experiment 822. She had to admit, she didn't know why she initiated it in the first place.
There weren't many times the two nations were friendly towards eachother. It was more like they were on a constant war over a bridge of ice, slowly cracking and creaking because of the pairs' power. One day, the bridge would break, and a solid crack between the two would separate them.
It was no surprise that they disliked being in the other's presence when it wasn't for an experiment or because their bosses forced them to. It was clear as day to anyone who attended the meetings. The way they argued, their body language, the way their eyes scanned over eachother for any sense for a weak point in which they could eliminate the enemy.
So of course America would be shocked, mad, or even embarrassed to be manhandled like that by his mortal enemy. In his eyes, she could see the faint confusion pooling in them.
Why is she acting like this in my presence?
Why is she showing me affection during this long battle of strength and wits?
Aren't we supposed to be enemies?
America may not have much common sense (or maybe he chose to act that way?) But she knew he was far from being dumb or stupid. If he was dumb, how was he able to last this long in the impending doom that is this war? If he was stupid why did his eyes hold a glint that he knew something none of the other nations knew? If he was stupid, why did he choose to conflict with her?
Well, maybe it seemed like a stupid choice, but Anya knew that America didn't like to get bored. He knew that he could start conflict with all the other nations, ones that he would either lose battles with or would win immediately. That's why he chose an opponent that was as strong and cunning as him, so that he could find a way to have the upper hand in the end, so that he wouldn't have to be bored.
Anya knew this too well, the smirks he would give behind his hands whenever they played chess, and the way the lenses of his fake glasses shined when they had an experiment.
America could only plan ahead to a certain degree though, he hadn't thought about being carried like that, and the way Anya phrased it, he must've thought they were going to pick up vehicles, rocks, trees, the table which was bolted to the ground...he didn't expect to be the object of this experiment.
Which is why his confusion was justified. Even Anya couldn't think of any excuses for her behaviour that day. Why she said he was cute, light, and adorable.
Anya guess she did hold some sort of special affection towards him. It was hard not to when he took off those glasses of his, and he looked younger than he did. It was hard not to when his hair was messy and unkempt after being late to the meeting. It was hard not to when he was 6 inches shorter than her, and had to slightly look up to glare at her.
It's not like she had a crush on him or anything, she just felt a certain fondness for him. It was different than just having a rival, it was...something. Anya wasn't able to name it in English or Russian, but it was something.
Anya ceased her staring and decided to lay on her left side, making her face an empty bed space and a curtain covered window. Though even with the curtains, she could still see the moonlight pouring into her rented room.
She looked down at the empty bed again. What would it be like, for someone to lay here with her? In her mind, she imagined blond hair, messy and tangled, with a stray strand, stubbornly sticking up.
She imagined an early morning, turning that wheat into a halo of soft gold.
She imagined a sleepy smile, drool making a wet spot in the pillow, but she didn't mind.
She imagined sky blue eyes, eyes that were drooping, but still held laughter and fondness.
She imagined....him...Amer-
NO! Anya suddenly punched the pillow and layed down on her right side, away from that empty spot, away from the moonlight, away from those blue eyes....
'I should be asleep already... I'm probably just tired which is why I just imagined...that. Da, sleep should wipe that from my mind completely...'
And so, Anya fell asleep, with dreams of wheat and the sky on her mind.
...
The meeting table was thrown out the window long ago, and currently half the nations were either sitting in their chairs while taking notes(or just drawing) with clipboards, or were on the floor trying to use a pen on the edges of the hard wood covered in different foot prints and dirt.
Some nations were taking advantage of this by selling pens, clipboards, or anything else you could imagine. Anya didn't want to buy anything though, she had too much on her mind. Her dream from yesterday night, what happened with America, and what she wanted to say to him.
Now that she thought more about it and wasn't half asleep, what did happen that day? Why was she so affectionate towards her enemy? Why did she hold this growing feeling in her stomach whenever she looked at him? Maybe her fondness had gotten the better of her?
God, she was normally more composed with her feelings! Was there just something building up inside her? Ahh! She just couldn't handle this! She had to tell him after the meeting, she just had to. Even if he avoided her for these feelings, she didn't care. She just needed to get this off her chest.
She snuck a glance at him.
'God, why couldn't you have been born less cute? Why is god torturing me with your smile, your hair, your eyes, your cute personality-'
Anya gripped her pen (poor pen..). No, it was like that one girl with white hair said once in a video game, emotions are forbidden. Just like her emotions were forbidden. Yeah...all she had to do was just swallow it down and it would leave on its own.
But, these emotions might be too hard to swallow. Anya couldn't just push it down like sadness or loneliness, it was an emotion meant to be expressed.
You know what? Who cares anymore! If he didn't except her feelings that was completely okay. They were enemies for years, decades!
Ah, she didn't want to think about it anymore...after the meeting.
...
The thing about Anya, was that she liked to analyze the nations' behavior. Since a lot of the nations were scared of her because of her height and her in general, she couldn't really learn these things normally. So she watched them at meetings. How the calm and collected, but powerful Germany walked in, compared to the loud bickering and hurried footsteps of France and England.
She learned things like their schedules, where they usually went during breaks, when they left the meeting room, what they usually did at the meetings.
The good thing about this information, was how it stayed a constant, with only a few differences here and there like a nation being absent or a nation having drama with another nation.
So she was especially glad when the nations left in the same order as any other meeting.
First Germany, carrying his paperwork and briefcase, his foot steps looking more tired but still had that authority figure in them. Then Italy, who latched onto Germany, complaining on how he wasn't able to eat during the meeting because the meeting table had been thrown out the window. His foot steps reflected his whiny state somehow.
Then Japan who followed after Germany and Italy. Nothing really special about his hurried foot steps. China was the fourth one to leave the room, complaining about his back hurting and how they had to buy a new meeting table.
England and France left together, still bickering, but it was more like friendly banter instead of heated hatred. They must've both been tired.
At this time, Anya would've left, and so would America, but today they would stay behind again.
"Соединенные Штаты Америки." Anya said calmly as she stood over him, casting a shadow over him in the warm light. America looked up at her with those cerulean eyes.
"Russian Federation." He said calmly, standing up so he could meet her gaze. He still had to slightly look up, cause she tall.
"Another experiment? If you do have another experiment, then I wasn't expecting it." Anya shook her head, and put her hands behind her back secretly fiddling with her thumbs.
"No, actually I wanted to talk about yesterday evening and what happened..." America immediately blushed but hid it with a fake cough.
"I'm not really sure what happened but my...emotions...got the best of me. I honestly mean it when I say I do not know why I did what I did. You've probably already forgiven me by now, knowing the type of character you are, but I just wanted to say something off of my chest." Anya mumbled while her face started to heat up.
There was air flowing through the broken window, leaves started spreading out around the empty meeting room. It lightly tussled the stubborn strand of hair that stood shyly in the wind. The dying sunlight pooled in, which gave way to a quiet and warm atmosphere.
There was silence between them. It was deafening, yet Anya could feel her heart pounding against her chest. She leaned down a bit and stared into those cerulean eyes, which sparkled in the evening sun.
'I... I think I know...why I fell in love with him...'
"I...I can't keep this in any longer....America...I am...deeply infatuated with you. I don't know when these feelings started, but all I know is that...I like you a lot..." Anya whispered, as the wind grew stronger, the ends of her hair slightly moving.
She closed her eyes so that tears wouldn't fall out. The Russian nation cursed herself for letting her feelings reach this point. What was she thinking? Why, why did she have to fall in love with the nation that would likely not feel the same way?
Anya felt something collapse on her chest. She opened her eyes, and saw a bed of wild, wheat colored hair. Arms circled around her waist as Alfred snuggled into her chest more.
"A...America?" Her voice whispered out, the tears running down her face and onto her coat. She started sobbing as she circled her arms around him, letting her emotions go for once.
She didn't care if he didn't reciprocate.
She didn't care if any other nations saw the two like this.
She didn't care about the tears running down her face, and the fact that she was showing weakness to her enemy.
She finally felt...free. She felt like, she didn't have this chain around her neck, this lump in her throat, this weight on her back.
Anya thread her fingers into wild gold locks that she had longed to touch. She didn't have to imagine what those cerulean eyes looked like up close, she didn't have to imagine what his hair felt like.
They were here.
He was here.
He was in her arms.
She could feel his tears.
He was letting go too.
They embraced for what seemed like an eternity, their tears long had dried. The wind was as strong as ever, make their hair flow in the wind, in the empty meeting room with the table shaped hole in the broken window.
Finally, America let go of the embrace.
"I'm sorry I didn't give you a clear answer yet." His voice croaked out, dried tears stuck to his face, wet tears clung to his eyelashes.
"What I really wanted to say was...I really like you too..." A rosey tint colored his cheeks, as he looked towards the ground.
'Cutecutecutecutecutecutecutecutecutecutecutecutecutecutecute.' Anya thought as she reached her hand towards his face. He flinched when he felt her finger tips softly lay against his face, and he felt his cheek in her palm.
America looked up at Anya, who just stared in awe. She softly rubbed her thumb against his cheek softly, while his face heated up. He dared another look at her, this time his gaze staying on her but flickering to the ground once in a while.
It was like their faces were moving on their own, and the space between was quickly beginning to deplete.
"May I?" Anya breathed out, America nodded as Anya closed to the gap between them, feeling his soft lips against her own.
She let her instincts take over. Wrapping an arm around his waist, she kissed him deeper, slightly dipping him as his arms scrambled to lay over her shoulders.
Anya would've lifted him up and pinned him to the table but....there was no table. So she opted to lift him up and pin him to the wall.
America gasped at the sudden feeling of being lifted up and Anya took the opportunity to invade his mouth. America moaned at the sudden intrusion, but welcomed it.
He looped his arms around her shoulders, letting her do whatever she wanted to him.
And she took that opportunity.