Love Doesn't Have Words [SLOW UPDATES]

-Безупречный-

Property of Russia

Hushed words seem to hold a lot of meaning. Maybe it's just me, but hearing a mumbled "I love you" into my lips before receiving a soft kiss is much more powerful than any long and wordy poem or love letter.

Me and America spent the evening with quiet confessions and short kisses. We brushed the topic of labels, but maybe you need to get in the water for longer to say it's temperature. Even though we both know we have mutual romantic interest in each other, we will wait in the experimental phase before continuing further.

Eventually it got really late, but America didn't want to leave. He whined when I tried to push him back to my window and pleaded for me to let him stay the night, with some added flattery. And, what can I say, I am a simple man with a weak, gay heart. What's one night?

America leaped to take his spot in my bed and under my blankets, appreciating the warmth of the many layers. I rolled my eyes at the sight. If he wasn't cute I would have hated him. But alas, once again, I am weak and gay. And if my life were a book, this would be the line every reader says "same" to.

America gave me grabby hands. I noiselessly laugh and take my place beside him, his arms wrapping around me as soon as they could. It was nice to just lay in each other's arms. It was nice to feel his heartbeat and to have his smell smother my mind and to hear his content breathing slow as he drifted to sleep. If my life were in fact a book, I'd be happy with this ending. A nice, soft, cute ending as the main character cuddles close to the love interest.

Okay, maybe it's not just a crush. Maybe.

But with those passing thoughts of how much I love the smaller striped boy in my arms, I dozed off myself. My dream was nice, the best I've had in a long time. I don't think I need to tell you too much for you to understand what it was about and who was in it, but let's just say there were a lot more kisses.

When morning came, I woke easily. My dream, though good, was short. While I was sleeping, it was mostly just slumber and no actual dreams. I could tell from how my room was colored with a deep indigo from my window that the sun hadn't risen yet. It doesn't rise all too early around this time of year here.

Without knowing what time it is, I savor my moments in bed cuddling with America. Though small in size, he sure does latch on tight, his slender but muscular arms and legs wrapped around me. It's cute, another thing to add to my far-too-long list.

Eventually, he stirred. I knew because I was watching his face as his eyes slowly fluttered open before seeing I was awake and closing again, acting asleep. And if I had to held back a laugh in my chest and pretended to believe him to cuddle more, no one had to know.

But good things never last long, and my alarm soon goes off. I turn it off quickly, knowing I probably have to make food soon, not to mention help America leave my house. If he was spotted, I'd have a lot of uncomfortable explaining to do.

Still, he clung to me and didn't let me move any more than I had. I was forced to succumb to the cuddles, and fell back I got he bed and his arms. Can you really blame me?

It was a long while later, or maybe a short amount of time, I can't really tell when all I'm focused on is the one whom I'm holding, I began to hear my sibling rousing as well. I sigh, my breath hitting America's shoulder, and he defeatedly agreed that he should probably leave. It took him a while to fully let go of me though.

As I woke myself up, my striped companion clambered back out my window. I put on my ushanka in hopes on not hearing him falling off my roof. With that, I went and made food for my family like any normal day.

I'm lucky that, because my whole hospital thing, I get a few more days off school, and my siblings do as well. Belarus is the first one down to eat, and she makes grabby hands at me until I stop my cooking and give her a good morning hug. I laughed silently at her fuzzy pink slippers before she pushes me and says my morning hugging rights were revoked.

"What about mine?" Ukraine asked as he approached the bar diagonal to the stove I went back to.

"You always have rights," Bela stated, giving our brother a big hug before letting him sit down beside her.

We ate in a relatively comfortable silence. Ukraine was the first one finished, so he said he'd bring breakfast to father. Once he left the room, Belarus set down her fork, put her head in her hands, and looked at me with a smile.

"Spill the details."

I gave her a questioning look to tell her to elaborate.

"I've known my big brother for long enough to know that face!" she proclaimed, pointing at me accusingly, the playful smile never disappearing. "Let me guess... you had a boy over?"

My fork paused its way to my mouth as I felt my face heat up. Was I that obvious?

"Aww, you did! I knew it, I could tell you were no longer a kiss-virgin!"

I sputtered, fully dropping my fork. She really didn't have to word it that way! Her giggles flooded the room as I tried to gather back my composure. I gave her a nod, though I think it came off more embarrassed than curt, and she smiled wider.

"It was totally America, huh?"

I nodded again.

She reached over to me and patted my back hard in congratulation. "Good for you, Russ. The ship has finally sailed. You two have been pining since the first day of school," her last sentence was said as if it was something everyone knew, but I didn't. Did I like him for that long? Did he like me for that long? It was hard to believe, but made my heart soar as the butterflies roused in my stomach.

Belarus left me to finish the cleaning up after a quick thanks. I let my minds wander while I washed the dishes and put them aside to dry. All of them eventually came back to that wonderful striped boy. So loud, so charismatic, so stupid, so extroverted, so... the final word coming to my mind left a soft smile on my face.

Безупречный

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Translations:

Безупречный: "flawless, perfect" in Russian

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Author Notes:
to thank you for putting up with my hiatuses, here's a very fluffy chapter 💕💕

for me, I'm uploading this at 4am, but it's okay, you guys are probably online anyways (get some sleep). I barely proof-read it too, so sorry if it sucks near the end or if there are spelling errors

You probably noticed that I changed the cover. The other one was really old and I wanted to change it, so I drew a new one.

By the way, last month (about when I posted that AN) was this story's one year anniversary! what?? I've been writing this for over a year now???? and y'all have been reading for that long too?? Thanks for sticking with me on this journey, and I hope you stay till the end ^-^!