Light of Mine (RusAme)

Chapter 62

Ame's P.O.V

"Good morrrning, Amerrrica."

Lips met my cheeks several times, and I pried my eyes open. Russia was hovering over me, as his hair draped down in a hazy mess. His arms were at both of my sides, and a soft, somber smile rested on his mouth.

"Mornin', Russia." I replied, as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up to return the favor.

"How arrre you feeling?" Russia questioned. He flipped over so that he was sitting down, and picked up one of my hands.

I shrugged my shoulders, while my mind focused on the way he drew circles on my skin with his thumb, "Not the worst, I'd even say alright."

The grin on my partner's exhausted face was very bright. His eyes formed into crescent moons, "Zhat is grrreat!" He exclaimed.

I sat up with him, and wrapped my arms under his, as I hummed in agreement, "It really is, I feel amazing."

"I am glad." Russia excitedly whispered, as his arms landed over my shoulders.

"Mhm, I feel stronger too, like," My hands pushed away from him, my arms curled up, and I checked out my pint-sized biceps, "Wow, I look good."

"Surrre, bed-head." Russia mumbled, as he turned my head back to him and leaned forward.

His lips danced with mine for a moment, as my eyes fell closed. It had been so long since we did something so simple like that; too long. I let him lead that one, but as soon as we caught our breath, I went for another one with me in charge.

My spine pulled me back, as my hand traveled up to cover up my mouth, "I shouldn't be doing this..." I murmured

Russia gave me a confused look, as he sat back on his legs, "Vhy? Is something vrrrong?"

I let my hand fall from my face, "I could still be sick. Just because I don't feel like it, doesn't mean that it's gone, and I don't want you to get sick-"

Russia didn't listen to a word I stated, as he pecked me for a third time, "Vell I do not carrre. Plus, if it verrre trrruly able to sprrread zhat vay, I vould have alrrready gotten sick frrrom spending hourrrs vith you each day."

I nodded, for that was a fair point.

"And I am attention deprrrived..." He uttered under his breath.

"Aww," I pinched his cheeks, as I sarcastically remarked. "Is my baby not feeling appreciated for all that they've done for me?" My voice was rather flamboyant, and it was obviously over exaggerated.

His cheeks flared up and they became warm to the touch, "I, I, um...no." He admitted.

My cocky facade fell apart into a more compassionate one, "I'm sorry that you've been feeling like that...is there something that I could do to make you feel better?"

Russia looked down and bit his bottom lip, "I mean, ve could...no. Not in zhese cirrrcumstances." His feet dragged him out of the bed, and he went over to the exposed kitchen, as he began to look through the fridge.

I followed after him, "What? I'm sure that we could make it work. And this is probably the best day to do it."

He sighed. His hand continued to peruse through the cold container, "It rrrequires going outside, and I am not surrre zhat ve rrreally vant to be seen in public."