My Love for You - Rusame

Chapter 6 - Smoking Guns

Sooo warnings - Violence, assault, fluff, angst

Ya know, the basics

America POV

I blinked awake, sleep tugging at the recesses of my mind. Russia was still beside me, his muscular arm draped across my waist. I had held his hand to my chest, keeping him pressed against me. For a moment, I stayed like that, enjoying the strong, steady pace of his heartbeat paired with mine.

Carefully, I began trying to slide out of his hold without waking him. His deep accent was a little raspier, but still full of affection as he spoke. "Vere arre you going, Merrri?" He purred, shifting.

"Nowhere, I just have to pee, Ruski. I'll be back in a sec," I said, attempting to stand. "H-O-L-Y fuck!" I collapsed back on the bed with a childish whine.

"Vhat?" Russia asked, worry coloring his face. "Vhat's wrrong, Merri?"

"I think you broke my ass," I groaned, my voice muffled by the comforter. Sitting up gingerly, I balanced my weight to one side so as to not sit flat. "Ugh, you fucking suck."

"Nyet, if I sucked, you vouldn't be having zis prroblem now," Ruski grinned at his lewd comment.

"Wow, your first sex joke, I'm really proud of you." Rus rolled his eyes as I shifted again, wincing at the pain as I did so. "You're so mean. Did you really need to go so hard?"

"Oh, and let us prretend you veren't scrreaming forr me to go harrderrr ze entirrre time. Don't vorry, I'll carrrry you arrround today so you don't have to valk, my love." I felt him move closer behind me, rubbing my shoulders and kissing my neck.

"You fucking better." Standing with a groan, I hobbled to the bathroom.

I didn't bother to lock the door, knowing that Rus wouldn't come in. I love that about him. He respects my privacy. I sighed, thankful for his small gift. I never got privacy to myself when I was at home. Britain made sure of that.

After taking care of the most pressing matter at hand, I turned to the mirror. My reflection depicted my mis-matched eyes, shining blissfully with a newly-found sense of self-respect.

My flag seemed brighter, the stripes and stars looking more vivid in color. Ruski's striped tee hung on my body like a dress, my thin frame shrouded from sight behind the soft fabric. The bruise from Britain was almost completely gone, simply a ghost of a mark now, with my split lip following in suit. New and old hickeys bruised my neck in varying shades of purple, decorating my shoulders pleasantly like the medals on a general's uniform. Tugging down on the sleeve, I presented them as such, showing them off with a proud grin.

I looked happy. I felt happy. The happiest I'd been in centuries. Now, I love how I am. Hugging my shoulders, I smiled, content. I love my round curves because Rus loves them. I love my weirdly unique eyes because Rus loves them.

And I love myself because Russia loves me.

As I left the bathroom, I saw Russia had sat up, now dressed in a pair of Adias basketball shorts. "I thought you said you didn't wear shorts?" I commented sarcastically.

"No, I asked if you'd everr seen me vearr shorrts. I vearr zem plenty arrround ze house," he replied, stretching his arms toward the ceiling.

He didn't have on a shirt, his muscled back facing me. A small seed of guilt settled in my stomach as I noted scratches marring his powerful shoulders.

Crawling across the bed, I hugged him around the waist, loving the warmth of his skin pressed against my arms and cheek as I did so. "I tore up your back pretty good," I murmured, nuzzling my face into his toned lower back.