Royal Guard | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Drunk

They both sat on the cold hard marble ground, the prince placed the two wine glasses on the ground with a clink. He easily unscrewed the wine bottle and poured it in the glasses.

The aroma of the wine could be sensed from a mile away, Russia knew that the wine is incredibly strong. Even if it was strong it smelled really pleasing.

America pushed a full glass of wine to his guard. "Congratulations on your win today," he lifted his own glass. They both clinked their glasses together and finished it in one gulp.

"God this stuff is hella strong," the American picked up the wine bottle and analyzed the label. He was already starting to get a little tipsy. "Well whatever," he just shrugged and poured another glass for the both of them.

They both drank it again, eventually by the fifth glass the prince was already drunk due to how strong it was. "My mom's workers really do make the strongest wine," America mumbled as his face continuously turned redder and redder.

"I bet my face is really red already," the prince giggled, clearly already drunk. "That's enough wine," Russia pushed away the bottle and both glasses.

"How are you not drunk?" America slurred and pressed his face on the palm of his hand. "I'm just a heavy weight," the other answered nonchalantly, his words were clear and his movements were normal.

The other sat back down on the floor next to his prince, "it's cold here I wanna move to the bed," the prince whined and giggled, he flailed his arms around.

"Okay," the Russian picked up the prince with ease in his arms and plopped him down gently on the bed. "Sit with me," America held onto his sleeve as the tricolored country was about to leave.

"Is that an order?"

America thought for awhile, "yes!" He finally replied in a cheerful tone. The Russian sighed and sat on the other side of the bed away from the prince, he kicked his shoes off already.

They both sat in silence for awhile, the prince fidgeted with his fingers as the other just sat there with a neutral and cold face.

Finally the American turned his head towards the other and slowly crawled towards him. "What are you doing?" The guard's eyes widened, he was going to jump out of the bed but then he remembered his order so he couldn't move.

Russia's hand instinctively extended, gesturing the prince to stop moving closer. America only furrowed his eyebrows and licked his hand. The guard's hand jerked back. The Russian didn't know what would happened to himself if the prince got any closer.

Even though he wasn't drunk his face was really red.

The prince decided to hide beneath the covers, he wriggled around for awhile then pounced at the Russia holding the blanket in both arms.

He wrapped his arms around his guard's stomach near his waist. Americans head popped out of the covers. Russia's face was even redder and his eyes were as wide as an apple.

The American started to snuggled up to him, pressing his cheek on the other's stomach. "Prince what are you doing?!" he said in a slightly panicked tone. "I just wanna hug you, I want a hug back," the prince pouted.

"Um I'm not good with this stuff-"

"Hm how about you just rub me on the head like you did that one time in the library," he said with a wide dorky smile on his face. "You were awake?"

"I was," America giggled a little and snuggled up more. "Ah uh," the Russian turned his head away covering his blushing face with the side of his hand.

"I thought you said you didn't get drunk, your face is really red hahahha."

"It's... different.." he turned back to the smaller country, somehow throughout the entire thing he still maintained a neutral face despite growing redder than a Tomato.

They both just sat there in silence, Russia is panicking inside while America is just hugging tighter and cuddling.

"Hey Russia..." America suddenly broke the silence. "Hm?"

"Am I a bad prince?"

[Angst warning]

"Why so sudden?" The Russian raised an eyebrow. He looked down, the prince's face truly seemed sorrowful. "Am I really a good for nothing prince?"

Tears welled up in both his ocean blue eyes despite the slight different shade. It swiftly slid down his face as he sobbed in silence.

His guard was caught off guard, "I-I," he stammered a little. Despite how strong, cheerful and arrogant the prince always looked was this how he truly felt?

Like people usually say, drunken words are sober thoughts.

"You're a good prince,"

"How do you know? Everything everyone says about me is basically the same thing!" His grip tightened. "Throughout the time I spent with you, I've seen how kind and talented you are."

"Don't listen to what the townspeople say," Russia placed his hand on the others head and ruffled his hair. "Heh," the American let out a small chuckle.

"What's wrong with wanting some freedom?"

"Nothing, it's just them," the taller one slowly moved to his back and rubbed circles around it. "I don't know how much longer I can keep up a face," America sobbed silently.

Russia sat there in silence for a few seconds, "Don't, you can tell me when anything is bothering you, I'll protect you, I promise." His hand moved to his cheek and wiped the tears away.

"I'm not really good at comforting so I'm just saying my honest opinion." His monotone voice rang in the other's ear.

Despite always having the same boring tone right now it's the only thing the American wanted to hear.

"Thank you."

[End of angst]

The prince leaned upwards going closer to the other's face.

Suddenly the door creaked open, both of them jumped in surprise.

America's mother, France popped her head into the room.

She saw America silently sleeping there facing away from her, no sign of Russia?

France just wanted to check on America since he just disappeared suddenly. Since there was nothing else to see she closed the door and left back to the party.

America's eye peeked open, "how did I do?" He giggled and sat up. Russia sat up from next to the bed, "does your back hurt?" America asked worriedly since it was so sudden so Russia just rolled down next to the bed and slammed on his back.

"It's fine,"

"I ordered you to stay on the bed didn't I?" America slurred and giggled. "Yes forgive me."

America was back to his drunken self as if all the crying never happened.

"As punishment let's sit in the same way as before for the whole night, you're a nice pillow."

"I will accept the punishment," he sat back on the bed in the same position.

The prince wrapped his arms around the other and slowly drifted to sleep. While the other, not so much. He couldn't sleep a wink with the thought of the prince right there.

Usually doing any punishment was no problem but why was he having so much trouble with this one?

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