Light of Mine (RusAme)

Chapter 57

Rus's P.O.V

My breathing was even, as I studied the words on the page in front of me. America was resting on my chest and staring aimlessly at his phone, while one of my arms propped him up.

I furrowed my brows at the letter in my hands. Soviet's message was confusing to say the least, but it was adamant that he felt shame in what he did. Though, I couldn't be certain that the man behind those words really felt that way.

My father was an excellent craftsman when it came to making you believe something that wasn't true. He could make dirt turn to gold with a dappling of his pen. That's why I was a bit skilled at detecting it.

But I couldn't seem to find any hint of that here. It was as if it was as straightforward as could be, yet it still boggled me. How could something obvious twist my brain and make it that of a raisin?

I sighed and laid my hand down on the other's back. I didn't really want to think about how to bring someone back right now, in fact, I needed a break from that thing in general.

I laced a few kisses on top of America's head and watched as he sunk deeper into his place. I liked being with him. I found out very quickly that he liked to be affectionate really early in the relationship, which I had mixed feelings about. On one hand, I liked constantly being swarmed with something that I hadn't received in years, but he also went overboard every other time.

It was a very mixed bag.

I subconsciously repeated my actions and he turned off his phone, set it down, and circled both of his arms around me. "Well, someone is in a good mood today." America mumbled, as he closed his eyes.

My arms looped under his and my fingers glided down his back, "And someone likes my good mood."

"Damn right I do." He uttered. I could tell that it was meant to be enthusiastic, but it just didn't quite come out that way.

I chuckled a smidge and just continued doing what I was doing. It was so calm with us laying there. It was honestly a little weird when I thought about the ways that we used to behave, and even weirder when the thought of I could've had this so much sooner crossed my mind.

A somber expression painted itself all over my face, before it dissipated. That was the past and I was in the present. And the present is wonderful.

I looked down a little bit. And he is wonderful.

I stopped running my hands down his back and wrapped them around the American's torso. He turned his head to face towards my neck and gave it a few pecks. A strange welcome feeling raced down my spine.

"So, how are you?" America asked, as he continued his actions.

"I am, ehrm, good. How about, uh, you?" I answered. I was halted a few times by what was being done to me. It felt good, but I had always imagined that I would be the one doing that, not the other way around.

The soft aggressor's face turned away for a split second, as he coughed into his shoulder, before he returned to his position, "Alright. The numbers over here keep changing everyday. Sometimes they're higher than twenty and other days they're lower than ten." He gestured towards the blue portion on his face. "It is just all over the place. Today they're on the better side though."

"Zhat is good at least."

"Mhm, yeah, it is." He went quiet for a second before he spoke up again. "Hey, did I ever show you Hawaii's card?"