Countryhumans One shots! (cause shipping is cute)

Just a meal (Amerus)

(Warning?: Insinuation of cheating, mention of baby Rusame :'3 if you don't like these please skip this chapter ^w^)

Russia's POV

It was ok. It was just food, right? There was no need to feel bad or fear the worst. America had always liked junk food, so it wasn't weird for him to pick a burguer when he came late from work stressed and tired.

"Are you sure you're not hungry Meri?"

"No. I already ate." The other country responded whiteout even  looking at him, too focused on his phone.

"Oh." Was all that he could murmur under his breath.

The dinner was sitting there, getting colder as America headed to the stairs without a single word. The steam was slowly dissolving into the air, dancing above the plates like white and sad ghosts. He took the food to the trash, his eyes fixated into the little pieces falling into the black bag, one by one, life disappearing into a black hole.

It was ok. There was no reason to feel this sad. He knew they had different tastes when it came to food, that was the reason he had been trying so hard to learn how to make some American recipes.

Of course he wasn't the best cook, so it wasn't a big deal if America wanted to eat outside instead of trying something he made for the first time.

He started to wash the dirty dishes, the cold water keeping him aware of his surroundings. The pale light seemed to give a cold aura to the kitchen, after all it was the only light in the middle of the night.

He looked at a watch over the counter. It was almost midnight, again.

He held back the tears, the smell of the food still lingering in the air. 'This is stupid, Russia, there's no reason to cry' he scolded himself. The clicking sound of dishes and silverware filled the tense silence for half an hour.

After finishing, he turned down the lights on the first floor and made sure everything was closed. He started walking up the stairs when the faint sound of conversation reached his ears. He opened their bedroom only to find the bed empty. He continued walking until the end of the hallway, where the guest's room was and where the whispers seemed to come.

"We can meet tomorrow at 9 pm" America's voice sounded through the door.

Russia headed to their room, laying in the cold bed and letting the warm tears fall to the matress.

It was nothing. Everything was going to be ok.

He looked tiredly at the little crib in one side of the room.

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow I can try to make apple pie... I heard from France that America loves it" he said sweetly to the little sleeping boy, drying his face with the sleeves of his sweater.

It was going to be ok. It was just a matter of time.

A/N:
I know this is short, weird and sad, but I had to write it T.T... A big thank you for the beautiful people that voted!!! It really makes me wants to keep writing!!!

Anyway, I hope you have a wonderful day.

(✿uwu)/Bye!~