Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

What A Twist

Russia's POV

"I'll let you go if you give me a little kiss.~"

I looked down at his shitty ass smile, the sunglasses that reflected my deep frown that tightened with the passing seconds. My eyes glanced down, a small dart, and yet it was enough to make the temptation start.

"I'll let you go if you give me a little kiss.~"

The words echoed around me, and I felt those retched butterflies start fluttering around in my stomach. The buzzing from my heart filled my cheeks and made my fingers feel warmer, too. I gripped the couch's side and curled my other free hand into a tight fist. My mind went blurry with the speed of passing thoughts, my eyes darting as I tried to get them to stop so I can process them.

"I'll let you go if you give me a little kiss.~"

I looked at him, seeing his sunglasses now set aside. How he did that with his hands still holding my shirt, I didn't know. But in a moment, it wouldn't even matter.

As he opened his mouth to say the same line again, I leaned forward and smashed our lips together.

In a flash, my eyes shot open and I bolted upright. My eyes were wide, my face warm and felt like it was glowing from the heat. A fast drumbeat pounded in my chest as my eyes darted around me. It was dark, almost silent. White static noise was the only sound that filled the Livingroom, where I come to recognize is where I was. The image of America under me was burned in my head, casually flashing from that to one of us with our lips locked.

Then the memory of America kissing my cheek. I froze, not knowing how to react. By the time I thought to say something, America had fallen asleep.
I groaned and covered my face with my hands, trying to get the memory of the dream from my mind.

A whining caught my attention, and I looked down.  America was curled up in my lap, his body turned towards mine and his hands curled around my shirt and the blanket that covered him. The sight would have been peaceful, but I felt more embarrassed than anything, especially after that dream. Either feeling I could of had left when he whined again. His face contorted into a painful expression and his lip trembled, his hands tightening around their hold.

"Amerrrika?" I asked, nudging his shoulder.

Tears welled in his eyes, slowly starting to drip down and he as his brows furrowed closer together.

I panicked and sat up further, realizing he was having a nightmare.

"Amerrrika, hey, hey wake up," I shook his shoulder with more force. He whined again, his legs curling inwards and his hands moving to grab my shirt, pulling on it tightly. "Wake up, Amerrrika."

"Please," he whimpered, a small choke of tears cutting off whatever else he was going to say.

"Amerrrika," I sat him up, holding onto his back and grabbing his arm. I shook him slightly, hoping the motions would awake him slowly so he wouldn't be in a panic. Once his eyes began to flutter open, I stopped. The tears stopped forming, slowly going down in their numbers until all there was were the liquid gathered around the eyes.

"Arrre you okay?" I asked him, wiping away the tears with the palm of my hand. His gaze was distant, not even looking up at me, a thousand-yard stare. Instead of answering me, he adjusted himself, pulling the blanket around us and hugged me tightly. I tensed up, confused slightly but relaxed and hugged him back. He wasn't okay and couldn't talk about it yet. I could wait until he was.

America whined and sifted around more, his leg grinding against my crotch. I caught the gasp in my throat and tried to get him to stop moving around by standing up. He held onto me tightly, wrapping his arms around my neck and wrapping his legs around my waist. I held onto him, rubbing his back to help console him as I moved us upstairs.