I woke up on the floor. My first thought was What the fuck? Why am I on the floor?
Then yesterday's events came back to me. As I thought about Ame singing to me, my face heated up. Then I remembered hugging him as I fell asleep. My face was so red at this point I'm sure I looked like my father.
After I calmed down, I got up and exited my room slowly. As soon as I opened the door, I was met with the aroma of bacon. I love bacon.
I walked downstairs and entered the kitchen. When I entered, I was met with quite the sight. America had his Air Pods in and was listening to The Election of 1800 from Hamilton while singing along and making breakfast. When he put plates down on the table he twirled and then set them down.
I chuckled and sat down at the table. When he saw me he stopped singing and his face got so red that his stripes were barely visible. I chuckled again and began to eat.
*America POV*
I was singing when I noticed Russia at the table, chuckling. My face was so red I'm sure he couldn't see my stripes. He chuckled again and started to eat.
Just as I was about to sit down, my phone rang. I gave Rus an apologetic look and walked into the next room.
The person calling was Italy. I answered the phone after letting it ring for a few minutes.
A: Hey Italy.
I: Hi, Ame! Are you enjoying your time at Russia's~
A: Shut up Italy!
I: I'm only asking a question!
A: If you must know, yes, I am.
I: Ooooooooooooooo~ Wait 'till I tell Japan~
A: You know what?! I'm done with this conversation! I have some parting words for you though.
I: What are they?
A: May your marinara sauce never cling to your pasta.
I: *Le dramatic gasp*
I hung up and walked back into the kitchen.
Rus looked at me and smirked.
R: Why are you blushing, Ame~?
A: I am? N-no reason.
R: Mmhm. Likely story.
I sat down and ate. We finished our breakfast in peace, and when Rus was done he said something along the lines of "Gotta go feed the dogs."
Only when he was gon did my brain register that he called me Ame.
