Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Family Reunion

Russia's POV

It has been too long since the house was full. We had to pull up a few extra chairs to accommodate everyone at the table, all while leaving my father's place alone. Kaz was excited, constantly pulling random countries out of the room to go off and do whatever task he wanted. Ukraine was even smiling and having fun, but she was always looking to the door like she wanted to leave. Or like she was expecting someone else to come.

I was in the kitchen alone, having chased everyone out when they started to get in my way. Belarus kept trying to sneak food along with Azerbaijan, Kaz was talking excitedly-when he does that his wings move around and knock things over-and America was just sitting down watching me cook, but I kicked him out, too.

"Everyone is speaking another language, and I don't understand any of it," America's voice came closer from behind me.

"Что не так с этим? (What's wrong with that?)"

"Well fuck you, too, sir."

I laughed, putting the finishing touches on one of the foods. It was Uzbekistan's favorite. From what I could remember, at least. I hadn't made this dish in a long while, so I may have messed up. Even if I did, it's still edible and it'll be eaten. Back during the fighting, we had little food so we learned to eat what we could get our hands on, never letting anything go to waste even if it didn't taste good. That's how my dad came up with those 'potato cakes' as America had put them. We used to use stale cake mix or bread, but now I use biscuits. Plov won't be that extreme, but it's hard to give up old habits.

When I turned around to start setting the table with food, I saw that America was standing really close. I almost bumped into him and he quickly backed away.

"Sorry, man, I was just trying to see what you were making this time," He quickly stammered out, adjusting his glasses and trying to hide his embarrassed face. I tilted my head, quickly examining his odd reaction. Something about it tugged in my chest, a familiar feeling trying to emerge. But I couldn't place an actual explanation to it, so I ignored it for now.

"You'll see when ve eat. Forrr now, go away I got to set table."

"Can I help?"

I set the pan down and raised an eyebrow. He sure was acting strange, insistent on being by me. I noted that earlier when we had that flour fight. I had picked him up to restrain him, but he did that himself by holding onto me tightly. And then when Finland and Estonia walked in and asked what happened, America refused to be put down. Then he didn't want to leave me alone to cook.

"Do you vant something frrrom me?" I crossed my arms and kept my puzzled look. He shifted on his feet, switching his weight from one foot to the other. My stance must be putting him off. Trying not to be obvious, I lost my intimating manor. Even with that, he still looked nervous and distraught.

"I." He sighed and rubbed his neck. I watched his hand intensely. He had been doing that a lot today, too. And he still had his jacket on him, like he was purposely trying to hide his neck. Did something happen to him?

"I just want to help, that's all Ruski."

I knew that wasn't the full truth, but I'll let it slide for now. I've got food to take care of.

"Fine, take down some plates and set zem up."

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We all laughed at a joke that Kaz had made. It was nice to see him looking as happy as he did, even if we had to restrain his wings. Kaz didn't mind, he was actually making jokes about it saying that we were kidnapping him.