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Rough days suck 😭🇺🇸🇷🇺

*Edited*

I just wanted to do this because I don't know why.

Warnings: Getting punched, I guess

Ships: Russia x America

America was not having a good day. He got up this morning and got all his papers wet for school. He left and found out he failed one of his tests. He accidentally bumped into someone and they 'accidentally' punched him in his eye, breaking his sunglasses. Now he was walking back to his dorm in the rain. He and his roommate, Russia, aren't on the best of terms right now.

America's point of view

Today has been the worst day of my life. I hugged myself putting my hands on opposite sides of my waist. I walked in the cold rain. The rain was making my backpack soaked and even heavier.

It was dark out because it was about half-past 6 (6:30) at night. I was studying for a test. It was for my economics class. I looked down at the ground remembering what happened today. What's the point of studying if I'm going to fail anyway.

I started to sulk deeper. Tears flowed out of my eyes as it mixed with the rain. I finally made it to the dormitory. I opened the door and shut it behind me. I put my head down as I walked over to my dorm.

I unlocked the door and crossed my fingers that Russia wasn't here, but guessing how my day went, he was probably here. I opened the door and saw he was on his bed. I walked in and closed the door behind me. Please, don't talk to me.

"Ha, looks like the lose-" I cut him off.

"Look, I know that you like being mean to me or whatever, but I really don't want to deal with your bullshit right now. I already had a tough day as it is and I just really don't want to hear you." I told him tiredly.

Knowing I'm not in the mood, he moved to his bed. He looked at me up and down. He had a keen eye on me, watching my every movement.

I put down my backpack and take off my shoes. I slowly walk over to my bed and lay there, face down. I didn't even care about icing my eye, even though I had pain radiating through it. I just huffed and stuffed my head further into my pillow hoping it will suffocate me to death.

Russia's point of view

I looked over at America. He didn't look in good shape. When he walked in, I noticed he had a black eye and his sunglasses were gone. I didn't really hate America, I actually loved him very much. I just don't understand these feelings and blame him for it.

I heard him huff but it was a bit shaky as if he were going to cry. Oh, my poor, Meri. I walked over to his bed and sat there. I heard him sigh.

"Please, Russia, I really don't want to cry even more than I want to right now." he told me.

"What happened today, Meri?" I asked him as I backed up to the wall.

"I just had a really bad day." he whimpered out.

"Come on, tell me what happened." I told him sternly.

"Why do I have to tell you?" he tried to be defensive but it came out more of a cry for help.

I laid down with my legs spread across the bed. He hates it when I do that, but this could help him open up.

"I hate when you do that, Russia!" he got up and crawled over to me, "Why do you always have to make matters worse?" I snatched him and hugged him to my chest, so tight that he could get out of my grasp, "I don't want you on me, Russia." he pounded my chest with his fist, but it didn't hurt, "I don't understand what the hell happened to my day. I got up and all my papers got wet, went to school and found out I failed a test, walk to the library and bump into somebody, so they punch my eye and break my glasses, then I walk home in the rain. And," he started to cry in my chest as he stopped punching it. His fists slowly slid down to his sides, "it's been a stressful day, Russia." he told me.

He sobbed hard in my chest. I rubbed his back. His tears wet my shirt but I didn't care. After a little while, his sobbing calmed to little hiccups.

"America, can you look at me?" I asked him softly.

He looked at me with red puffy eyes with one of his eyes black and blue. I grabbed his chin and smashed my lips to his. I pulled him closer to me because I knew he wanted comfort. He grabbed my cheeks with his soft, delicate hands.

I kissed him to tell him I was here and I would always be here. I knew he needed a kiss, he was trembling while I was holding him.

I've known America for a while. He will say he's fine even though he really isn't. There was one time when I could tell he was having a bad day, but he let his friend come over and tell her he was okay.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked at him. He wrapped his legs around my waist as I sat up and leaned against the wall. I looked at his eye that was messed up. His sclera (the white part of your eye) was mostly red.

"So, who the hell hit you in the eye?" I asked him trying to stay calm.

"Russia, I can't t-" I cut him off.

"America, tell who hit you in the eye?" I growled.

"Russia, it was only an accident, just forget about it. It was my fault anyways, I bumped into him." he told me.

"I'm not going to ask you again, who the fuck-" he cut me off.

"Russia, stop okay? I don't want you to get in trouble, just drop it." he told me.

"Fine, don't tell me then." I pulled him off of me and set him down, "I'm going to make you break," I sat down on my bed and stared at him. "One way or another."

I started to stare at him with a black stare. I know staring at people makes them break because it puts them under pressure when they are in the wrong. I also do this to my sisters when they won't share information with me.

America's point of view

"Stop staring at me, Russia."

He won't stop staring and it's making me uncomfortable. I try to move around but he continues to look at me with that dumb blank gaze.

"Really, Russia, stop staring it's weird."

I try to ignore it by laying down, but I could still feel his gaze. It was making my skin crawl.

"Russia, you're being weird just drop it."

My heart started to race from the anxiety I was feeling. I huddled in the corner of my bed as he continued to look at me.

I started to feel overwhelmed and sighed. Jeez, I know it wasn't that long but it feels like a whole room is watching me even though it's only one person.

"Fine," he stops staring at me like that and comes over to me to hug me to his chest, "it was China, but I swear to god do something to him, I will smack you." I told him.

"I will try not to do anything." he told me.

I went to rub my eyes forgetting I had a black eye. I rubbed it and I winced away from it. It hurts a lot. Russia noticed my pain and kissed my palm as he got up. He went to go get a towel and put cold water on it. He came back and put it on my eye.

I leaned against him as I held the towel against my swollen eye. I was just so tired. Russia grabbed me and laid me on top of his chest. He rubbed my back.

"Go to sleep, Meri." he told me.

"Okay, good night, I love you." I told him too tired to notice that I used the 'L' word.

"I...I love you too, America."

End of one shot

Welcome to the end of the oneshot. I thought this one was cute because of all the angst and fluff that was going on.

Word count: 1437