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Hey! Wholesome chapter! Kind of! I switched to first person for some reason lol, this chapter's a bit sappy, but I personally like it.
America stuck the key into the door lock and walking in to the house. I saw UK sitting on the couch, typing on his laptop. He had noticed me. He just didn't want to ignite another argument. America didn't want to either, He still needed to get Russia inside.
America climbed the stairs up to my room. He looked out the window. Russia was still there. Good. I took the curtains and a bunch of duvets to tie to each other like head seen in the movies and threw the temporary rope out the window, Russia's face lit up when he saw it hanging next to him. It was kind of endearing- no no no no, Russia was an asshole. An asshole. 
Russia started climbing the thing with barely any effort. And unceremoniously face planted onto my carpet.
"Hehe, let me help you up." America extended his hand to him. Russia took it with no hesitation. He trusted me a little, even if just a little, it made me feel warm inside.
He looked around Americas room. "Yeah uh... this is my room." Russia looked amazed by my pretty average room. I mean it had some LED lighting and posters. But that was about it. "You like it?"
"It's allot more..." Russia paused, seemingly looking for the right words, "Decorated than mine."
...God this guys was weird. He must have noticed me looking at him funny, he blushed. "Sorry." 
I smiled. I was probably being really insensitive. I didn't mean for him to feel uncomfortable. Canada always said I should think more about how my actions affect others. "It's fine."
"Holy shit, it's already 1:00. We should go to bed, I've got school tomorrow."
"Oh yeah. School. Heh... I remember that." Russia looked a bit sad.
"Uh. Yeah. Anyway. Someone's going to have to sleep on the floor."
"What? Why?" Russia looked at me as if there was something obvious. "Can't we just sleep in the same bed?"
"What? Russia, we literally just met.. after like a year."
"I do it with my siblings all the time. The beds big enough." He was talking as if this was just basic efficiency, nothing more nothing less. I guess it was to him.
"I-" That wasn't the same!
Russia looked at me. "F-fine." I felt myself go red.
Russia smiled and I felt like had ascended to the heavens. Definitely worth it. Don't get me wrong, he was still and asshole. Just a sweet, pretty, handsome, cute asshole.
"You should smile more often."
And the conversation ended there.
I closed the lights and crawled into bed with Russia. The guy I'd hated for half my school life. Sleeping next to me. He turned his back to me, and I could tell he'd fallen asleep almost immediately. But how was I supposed to sleep like this? I could feel him lying next to me. I could hear his soft breaths. He sounded so calm. I could hear him stirring a little and the rustling of the duvet. He flipped around, now he was full on facing me. I felt my face get hot and my heart hammering in my chest. He looked unsettled and concerned. It almost made me physically ache inside. I wanted to comfort him. I extended my hand towards his face, to cup his cheek in my hand. He looked so pretty in the- "mmh... 'merica?" Fuck. He woke up. I quickly flipped around to pretend it'd never happened. The sheets rustled and I clenched fist. Fuck I was so stupid. I heard Russia groan behind me and I assumed that he'd fallen back asleep after a few moments of silence. I could heard him whimpering slightly in his sleep. I didn't want to wake him up though.
This was stupid! I'd only seen Russia for about a day since he left school and now I had a fucking crush on him! Fucking hell, it was fine, he'd go back to his house tomorrow anyway and I'd never see him again! It was none of my business anyway, if I knew one thing about Russia it was that he could take care of himself. He'd always been strong like that. I felt Russia grab the back of my shirt tightly, pulling the cloth slightly towards his chest. It was as if it was a sign that he couldn't. I ignored it. I just closed my eyes, and tried to go to sleep, but throughout the night all I could think about was Russia. I barely slept a wink.
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I woke up, the memory of Americas hands on my face fresh in my mind.
I sat up. God, I must be going crazy or something. I brought my hand up to my forehead. Why the fuck would I dream about that.
America sat up beside me. He still looked tired for some reason. "You look tired." I said blatantly.
"No shit." America turned slightly red when he noticed me, had I made him angry?
"You shouldn't swear. Папа says it's a bad habit and that it's a sign of disrespect."
"You're a real daddy's boy aren't you." He was a bit more aggressive than usual. Had I done something wrong? Maybe he was telepathic and could sense my weird dream and didn't like it. Unlikely, but not impossible. Father always said 'you can never know with those damn capitalist pigs'. "Isn't your dad like an asshole or something?" But he was right. I shouldn't talk so much. Especially in ways that make me look pathetic and reliant on people like that. ...Holy shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. Why did it take so long for me to notice!?!? I was currently in the Britannica households house, in motherfucking America's bed! I was in a fucking capitalist's bed right now. Shit, shit, shit! If only I hadn't been so greedy and just bared with the cold for a SINGLE NIGHT!!!
"SHIT." I scrambled out of the bed instantly. Holy shit, what was wrong with me!? How could I come here and sleep in fucking America's house like some stupid little shit!
"H-hey man, what's wrong?"
I opened the sticker-littered door of Americas room and shot down the hallway and stumbled down the stairs as fast as I possibly could. "Excuse me young man."
I paused. "Sorry, who exactly are you." A man with a complicated looking flag asked me slightly aggressively.
"I-wh-uhm..." I wanted to start walking towards the door again but before I could start America took my arm.
"Oh hi dad, this is just uh- a friend of mine, we had a school project we needed to submit today and well we just wanted to you know, check it over again. He's in a rush cause he told his parents he'd be home my 8:30 but uh, time flies when you're... with friends."
The weirdly flagged country raised an eyebrow. "And... you're doing this in the morning..."
"Yep! As they say, early bird gets the uh..."
"Worm. Early bird gets the worm."
"Yep," America started messily keying the door. "it was actually a tip from our English teacher, well bye." He eventually got the door open and pushed me out, before closing the door behind us.
Now it was just America and me. Standing out in the snow, it was quite pretty out here actually. "I need to go home." I muttered to America, avoiding eye contact. "Па- I mean my father will be angry if he finds out I was with you." 
"Okay, okay. Uh, do you want to meet at the same place as yesterday again?" I looked hopeful, and slightly nervous and desperate.
...on the one hand, father wouldn't like this, on the other... I'd... kind of started to grow a liking towards America, it was... a different type of like from the way I liked my siblings... or anyone else. America just seemed special. And it got a little lonely with just my siblings, sure there where allot of them, but still... "Okay. I'll see you there tomorrow."
Americas eyes lit up. He hugged me and I felt something flutter inside me like it'd never done when anyone else hugged me and I went red. Usually when people hugged me I'd shove them off me and tell them to fuck off unless it was one of my siblings, America was special though.
I was a little disappointed when he pulled away, though I'd never admit it to anyone. "I'll see you tomorrow. Seven PM."
I smiled. "Tomorrow."