❤️Out Here Under The Stars

                                    

                                          
America smiled a little, allowing himself to fall out of the current conversation, letting the conversation Japan had started over going to the mall that weekend become a quiet hum of background noise. He wasn't going to be going- and he'd already mentioned that. He had asked Russia if he wanted to go camping that weekend, and Russia had agreed. So He could really care less about the planning of a trip to the mall.
Now that he thought about it, he still had a few things he needed to get set up and get ready. So he waved goodbye- really only doing that for anyone who was paying attention to him- then slipped away from the group.
He stepped out into the warm fall air, smiling a little. He knew it was a little late for camping, but he'd been busy during the prime camping season. Plus, he personally kind of liked the cooler weather. He also knew Russia really loved the cooler weather, so it was a plus for both of them. He hoped that maybe he might get the chance to confess to Russia during their trip, and of course hope it wouldn't fuck everything up. 
While he walked home to prepare things for the trip, he found himself thinking about the trip to come. They were going to one of his favorite places to camp- Fort Taint. The place was beautiful, there was a large lake with some islands dotted round- there was a far larger one nearly dead in the middle of it. The trees were tall, and they were filled with colorful leaves. 
There was a small clearing he'd found while hiking once- it'd been when he was younger. He'd wandered off from his family and then found it, it was fairly untouched. It still was for the most part, it was a place open to camping- he'd checked years ago, and it was where he planned to bring Russia. He knew it was pretty, and he hoped Russia would enjoy it as much as he did. 
This would actually be the first time he'd be camping with someone other than family- going straight from camping with family, to camping alone, and now camping with his close friend and long time crush. It was bold, he knew, but he hoped that the trip wouldn't get too awkward- as it'd been about eight years since he'd gone camping with someone else. The last time he'd gone camping with anyone, it'd been just him and his dad when he was seventeen.
The thoughts had sufficiently distracted him until he arrived in front of his home. He opened the door and got straight to collecting and packing what he knew would be needed. He and Russia would be sharing a tent, since he knew his tent was big enough and Russia didn't have a tent of his own at the moment. He didn't mind, especially since it meant close proximity to Russia. It'd be flustering, but something that'd be very worth it. He didn't sleep, and Russia knew that. He knew Russia wouldn't be disturbed by him remaining awake, and he knew to put Russia back to bed when he woke up in the middle of the night.
He allowed his thoughts to slip away from the task at hand as he worked by muscle memory. He didn't really need to think about what he knew anymore- it was deeply ingrained into him what to grab, what he needed. 
Soon he was done, and he quickly packed everything, aside from perishable goods, into his car. They wouldn't be leaving until tomorrow, so he could pack the perishable goods when Russia arrived the next morning. It was getting fairly late right now, so he decided to busy himself with some knitting. It was peaceful and calming- plus, he was working on a gift for Russia. It was a scarf, it was mainly maroon, but he was working some golden yarn into the ends. He was mostly done with it, he was just working on the patterning of the ends. He honestly hoped Russia would like it, and he was hoping to have it done by the morning so that he could give it to Russia before they hit the road. The forecast promised cold nights and mornings, so he wanted Russia to have it.
He hummed, then called to his echo, asking it to play his "No thoughts, head empty" playlist. Funnily enough the first song to play was "I Talk in My Sleep" from the Foxlore album from The Crane Wives. He laughed a little to himself, his inability to sleep making this personally funny to him. However, he loved the song and found himself humming along to it.