159America sighed as he walked to the Oval Office. His boss had called him in for some reason, and honestly, he wasn't looking forwards to it. He was supposed to be on vacation in Hawaii enjoying the sunshine, not working. Knocking on the door he heard a muffled "Enter", and he opened the door. To his surprise and annoyance, he saw that his boss wasn't alone in the office. Sitting in one of the chairs in front of his boss's desk was Russia who was sipping a cup of tea. Looking over at him, Russia gave America a small smile.
"Привет, America." Russia said cheerfully. "We were just talking about you."
"Oh, really?" America asked as he shut the door behind him and glanced over at his boss with a raised eyebrow.
"Indeed, we have." His boss said, waving America to the other empty chair. America sat down, glancing at Russia, who was still smiling softly at him. Turning his attention to his boss, he gestured for him to explain the situation.
"America, as I'm sure you already know our relationship with Russia has been a little tense for these last few years." His boss said, putting his hands together nervously. "And it is important that we keep our relationship with them healthy."
"Yes?" America said, not getting were his boss was going with this.
"So, I have been talking with Russia's government and we've come up with a plan to improve relations, but you need to cooperate with us for this to work. Russia has already agreed to go with our plan, and we just need you to get this plan started." His boss explained carefully. America frowned. He didn't like where this was heading.
"Ok, so what do I have to do? It can't be bad if Russia has agreed to it." America said lightly, trying to lighten the mood in the room a bit.
"I never said that I agreed willingly." Russia commented while he sipped his tea. America shot him a glare.
"Ahem, yes, well…" America's boss said, bringing the focus back onto him, "Basically, I want you to host Russia here in the States for a while. In one of your houses, it doesn't matter which one."
America felt his jaw drop slightly. This had not been what he had been expecting at all. "I'm sorry, you want me to do what now?" America asked with a forced laugh.
"America, it's only going to be for a while." His boss tried to reassure him. "No more than a month-"
"A MONTH?!" America said angerly, jumping out of his seat. "No way! I don't want that commie on my soil for so long!"
"Believe me, I don't wish to spend so much time in your disgusting country either." Russia said with a slight huff. "However, my boss has ordered me to go along with this."
America turned around to say something to Russia, but his boss interrupted him.
"America, Please. I'd rather you do this willingly than me having you order to do this." He said, shooting America a warning look. With an angry huff, America sat back in his chair.
"Ok, so how is this going to work?" America asked. "Do I just drop him off and then leave him to his own agenda or what?"
"No…" America's boss said with a frown. "You have to spend time with Russia, or else the whole trip would be useless. We are trying to improve relations, and in order to do that we need you two under the same roof. You will be hosting him."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" America asked, gripping the arms of the chair so hard that his nails made marks on the wood. "Just how do you think this is going to work? Me and him can barely carry a civil conversation on the best of days. We'll be at each other throats before the first day is out!"
"I am right here you know." Russia commented.
"Yeah, I'm unfortunately aware of that." America snapped back. Russia narrowed his eyes at the younger nation and tightened his grip on his tea cup.
"America, please!" His boss said, slightly raising his voice. "Russia is a guest here, and I expect you to treat him as such. That means that I'm forbidding you to get into any fights with him while he is here. If things get too out of hand, we will stop the whole thing, but I don't want that to happen because you would have failed in your job."
"Fine, I'll try." America said reluctantly. "But I give you no promises."
"I suppose that will have to do for now." His boss said with a sigh. "Now, which house will you be hosting him in?"
"How about my Hawaiian home?" America suggested. "I was planning on going there anyways this week."
"I do not handle heat well." Russia said with a frown. "Perhaps we could go somewhere a little cooler? How about Alaska?" Russia suggested with a smirk. "I would feel right at home there."
"Sorry, I don't like the cold." America said, throwing Russia a glare.
"How about your New York home?" His boss suggested. "It's far enough north where Russia would be comfortable, and it's familiar enough for you so you'd feel comfortable."
"That sounds fine." Russia said, putting his cup onto his saucer and placing it on the desk.
"I suppose that would be okay." America said with a frown. "However, my apartment there isn't as large as my other homes. It would be slightly crowded."
"Oh, I do not mind." Russia said with a small smile. "I prefer smaller places. Larger homes feel empty. We will be right in the middle of the city, Da? There would be many things for us to do."
"Yes, I suppose." America said with a slight nod.
"Then it's settled." America's boss said with a nod. "Russia will be moving in with you in a week. That will give you enough time to prepare for his visit."
Russia stood up and smiled at the President. "Thank you for your hospitality. I shall be leaving now. America." Russia gave America a final nod, and then he walked out of the room gently shutting the door behind him. America didn't say anything for a minute, making sure Russia was gone then he glared at his boss.
"This plan is stupid." America said bluntly. "Why did you even think this was a good idea? You know I can't stand that guy! If we don't get into a fist fight on our second day it will be a miracle!" America said, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"America, I am well aware of how you two interact, and to be honest with you I'm not impressed." His boss said with a huff. "You are the representation of this country, and I know that plays a part in the way you interact with Russia, but you need put that aside and try to at least be friendly with him! For goodness sakes, just this once try to tolerate him. You do yourself no favors by acting in this manner."
"Whatever." America said, standing up and walking towards the door. "But don't blame me when this little plan of yours falls apart. I'll call you when the preparations are done." And with that, America stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
America's boss sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He hoped that they could last at least a week, but he couldn't help but feel like he had made a terrible mistake.
Day 1: The Arrival
"It's not fair." America whined as he walked over to the terminal where he was going to pick up Russia. He was currently on the phone with his brother Canada, who had been listening to his brother whining all week.
"Al, it's not that big of a deal." Canada said with a sigh. "It's only for a month. Just suck it up."
"I'm sorry, did you miss the part where I said I am literally going to have the devil as a roommate?" America asked, scanning the crowded room looking for Russia. "Do you want to host him instead? I'm sure it would do wonders for your relationship."
"Yeah, I'm not the one with the strained relationship with him." Canada said. America could swear he could hear his brother rolling his eyes at him. "Al, just be a man for once and be nice to people."
"No way dude, that's your job." America said. "If I started being nice to people they'd start mistaking me for you, and that's not going to happen."
There was silence on the phone for a second. "Well, I'm going to hang up now." Canada said cheerfully.
"Wait! I'm sorry! Don't leave me alone with the creepy bastard!" America yelped, but he heard the click of the phone and the call went dead. "Damn passive aggressive Canadians." America muttered as he put his phone back in his pocket. "This is how they fool everyone into thinking they're nice." Sighing, he looked around room at the people around him. He knew for a fact that Russia's plane had landed, and Russia wasn't hard to miss in a crowd, so where the hell was he? His boss was going to be so pissed if it turned out that he lost Russia on the first day.
He waited by the terminal for a little while longer, but after a half an hour he started to get restless. Russia was an hour late now, had he wandered off somewhere? He really didn't like the idea of Russia in his country unsupervised. No doubt Russia would get caught up in some sketchy shit. Finally, after another half an hour of waiting and trying to call Russia, America decided to go down to luggage claim and see if Russia was there. When he did get down to luggage claim, he saw an unpleasant scene. Russia was towering over the cowering man at the help desk, doing that weird laugh of his. As he got closer, he heard what they were talking about.
"Please sir, there's little we can do for the moment!" The man whimpered. "Your luggage has been located, however because it's currently in California it's going to take a while for us to get it back for you! The absolute fastest we can get it here is three business days-" but he was cut off by the wood desk under Russia's hand cracking apart a bit. Russia, still smiling, leaned down so he was eye level with the poor shaking man.
"I would like my luggage back sooner than that. I want it back by tonight." Russia demanded, giving the man a chilly smile. The man whimpered a bit, and America saw that the security team was eyeing the scene, and they were making movements to come over and break up the scene. Panicking, America ran over to where Russia was before he caused an international disaster and grabbed Russia by the shoulder.
"Hey! Buddy!" America said as cheerfully as he could. "I finally found you!" Russia turned around and was surprised to see America smiling up at him cheerfully. "I've been calling you for an hour now dude! Pick up your phone, I was worried about you!"
"You were?" Russia asked in surprise.
"Yeah, come on dude, I've got the car waiting for you and I'm parked in a two hour only parking spot." America said, dragging Russia away from the desk.
"But, they lost my luggage." Russia said, throwing the help desk a dark look. "I cannot leave until it is retrieved."
America spotted security getting closer, and panicking, America just started laughing. "Aw, come on, give them a break. It's not uncommon to lose luggage! I'll just buy you what you need!" Just then, America noticed that Russia was carrying another large bag. "Um, just what did you lose?" America asked.
Russia expression darkened. "They have lost my clothing."
"Um… but it looks like you have all of your clothing right there." America said, pointing down to the luggage in Russia's hand.
"My underclothing." Russia said.
"Your wha- Ohhhh!" America said, his face turning a shade of pink. "Oh dude, that sucks! Don't worry, I'll, um, stop by the store on the way to my place and I'll pay for you to get new ones!" He pushed Russia to the exit, and to his relief he saw security team backing off. Letting out a relived sigh, America glared up at Russia. "Hey, don't threaten my citizens." America said angerly. "If I see you doing that again, I'm going to punch you so hard you'll fly to the moon and then I'm going to stick my flag up your ass. Are we clear?"
Russia raised an eyebrow at the younger nation. "I was not threating anyone. I was simply asking for my luggage."
"I don't think breaking the desk can be considered anything but threating." America said as he led Russia to his car.
After Russia had put all his luggage into the car, America drove them to a nearby convince store and handed Russia some money. "Here, go buy what you need." America said with a huff.
"You are not going to come in with me?" Russia asked in amusement.
"Hell no!" America said, his face going pink again. "Buy your own damn underwear!" With that, America pulled out his phone and refused to make eye contact with Russia, who just chuckled.
"You're so innocent." Russia commented as he got out of the car.
"Shut the fuck up." America said, his face going red and giving him the bird.
Russia just continued to chuckle as he walked into the store. Ignoring him, America went back to checking his phone. He had a text from his brother asking how he was doing, three missed calls from England, and a few work-related emails from his boss. He shot Canada a reply that he was fine, and then wondered if he should call England back. Honestly, he already had to deal with one headache, and he didn't feel like getting chewed out today, so he ignored England's call. Plus, if it were important he would have left a voice message. Just as he was about to put his phone away, his phone started ringing. To his annoyance, he saw it was England. Ignoring the ringing phone, he threw it in the seat next to him. After a minute, it stopped ringing, and then it binged.
Looking at the phone, he saw England had left a voice mail. "Damn it, why doesn't he just text me like the rest of the world?" America muttered as he tapped on the voice message.
"You have one new message. First unheard message." The machine happily said. There was a beep and the message started to play. "America, you idiot pick up your bloody phone." America rolled his eyes. "There has been a change of plans for next week concerning the meeting. Unfortunately, I'm not going to be able to come to the meeting because I picked up the flu from SOME cheesy bastard who couldn't cover his fucking mouth."
"I said I was sorry." A muffled voice said in the background.
"Since you are hosting the meeting, you'll have to present my notes. Do not screw this up. I heard you were in New York, so you should be able to get things arranged. I'm sorry it's on such short notice, but I'm just not up to getting out of bed. I'll email you the details later. In the meantime, I'm going to kick a certain French man's ass. I'll talk to you later."
"End of messages." His phone chirped. America just sat there fuming. What the hell, now he had even more stuff to do? Sighing, America deleted the message. Great, just another job for him to do. He opened up a game app on his phone and started to goof off. After another ten minutes, there was a tap on his passenger side window. Looking up, he saw Russia staring back at him with a bag in his hand. America was tempted to lock the doors and speed off, but he unlocked the doors and they made their way to his house.
He pulled up to an apartment building and after parking he turned to look at Russia. Russia seemed mildly interested with the appearance of the building.
"You live in a smaller apartment complex?" Russia asked with a raised eyebrow. "I expected you to live in a building where you would have a whole floor to yourself."
"Are you kidding me?" America asked with a snort of disbelief. "Do you know how much it costs to have an apartment in New York city? And I'm not even talking about a nice apartment, I'm talking about a shitty apartment the size of a large closet. I'm lucky I got the deal I did on this place."
Russia just gave America a look which America couldn't read. "You can't afford a better location?" Russia asked.
America laughed as he got out of the car and walked back to the trunk of the car. "Oh, I could afford it easily, but I prefer to be in a place where I can talk to people. It's no fun being by yourself." America said, not seeing the frown that had formed on Russia's face. "Plus, it's nice to be surrounded by my citizens. It helps me keep in touch with what's going on in the world."
"Ah, I see." Russia said, getting out of the car. "So what kind of apartment do you have?"
"It's a pretty nice one actually." America said, carrying Russia's luggage into the building. "It's a two-bedroom one-bathroom apartment with a kitchen, living room, and laundry room."
As they walked into the lobby, Russia looked around. There was a bored older guy behind the desk reading a newspaper, and a steady flow of people coming and going. The lobby its self was rather small, with only two elevators and a staircase. The older man looked up, and spotting America, he gave America a friendly wave. America walked over to the desk with a large grin, Russia following him.
"Hey Greg, how's it been since I've been gone?" America asked.
"Quiet. I actually got shit done without you here bothering me every minute of the day." The man teased, winking at America. "And I've never been more bored."
"I knew you liked me." America said cheekily. Greg opened his mouth to reply when he spotted Russia.
"Who's your friend?" He asked nodding towards Russia.
"Oh, this is Ivan." America said. "He's a, um, friend of mine from Russia who's going to rooming with me for a while."
Greg didn't say anything, his eyebrow just rose slightly. Russia not knowing what to do smiled at the man.
"Nice to meet you Ivan." Greg said. There was an awkward pause, then Greg turned his attention back to America. "Nice seeing you Alfred."
"See you later." America said, walking over to the elevator. Russia followed, but Greg kept watching them until the elevator doors shut. Russia couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt like he couldn't trust Greg. Something about him seemed off.
"So, who is Greg?" Russia asked casually as America pressed his floor button.
"Greg? Oh, he's the owner of the building." America said. "He's also the guy who does small repairs around the place. Like if a lightbulb goes out or if your drain clogs up."
"Does he always watch people so closely?" Russia asked.
America just gave Russia a confused look. "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing." Russia said, dismissing the topic. Just then, the elevator dinged, and they walked out. America led them down the hall and when they came to the end of the hallway America stopped at a door that had a small wooden flag on it. Grabbing his keys out of his pocket, he opened the door. As he opened the door, he stuck his foot through the small crack of the door.
"Back, back, no!" America scolded as he struggled to get through the door. Confused, Russia looked down and saw a small furry face looking back at him. America grabbed one of the suit cases and using it like a barrier he pushed the cat back into the apartment. Russia followed America through the door and once it was shut he got a proper look at the cat. It was a rather large cat, which Russia guessed was a ragamuffin or a main coon, (maybe a mix?), with brown fluffy fur around its neck and a large brown fluffy tail. It also looked like it had glasses marks around its eyes.
"Hero, what have I told you about trying to sneak out of this apartment?" America scolded as he picked up the impressively sized cat. The cat named Hero mewed at America and curled up in his arms and started purring loudly. "Yeah, yeah, don't try your cute charms on me." America grumbled as he put Hero on top of the kitchen counter. Turning around to face Russia, he motioned him to follow him. Russia picked up his bags and America led him down a small hallway that had three doors.
"The first door on the right is the bathroom, and the door on the left is my bedroom." America said, pointing them out. "If you enter my room, I will kill you." America warned, glaring at Russia. Then pointing on the door farthest down the hall, he added, "That's your room." Opening the door, America led Russia into the room.
The room was not very large, but not so small it would be uncomfortable. There was a white carpet on the floor, and a queen-sized bed at in the middle of the room. Scanning the room, Russia took in the baby blue walls and the two windows looking down on the street below, letting in the sound of the traffic below. There was a small wardrobe against one of the walls and a small bedside table with a lamp and alarm clock on it. There was also a faint smell of wood polish in the room. Over all, the room was small but had a rather lazy and comforting feel to it.
"Here's where you're going to be crashing for the next few weeks. America said as Russia walked around the room. "If you need anything just let me know." Looking down at his watch, he added, "Hey, what did you want for dinner? I'm going to order some take out because it's getting a bit too late to cook. I was thinking pizza. Is that ok?"
"Da." Russia said.
"Cool." America said, pulling out his phone and pulling up the pizza number. Russia noticed it was on speed dial. America noticed Russia looking at him with an amused expression.
America rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, the American has a pizza place on speed dial. Stereotypes are true. Blah, Blah, Blah. Just tell me what you want on top of the pizza." America huffed.
"Anything is fine." Russia said with a shrug. "I am not that picky."
"Pepperoni it is." America said as he wandered out of the room. "You can start unpacking while you wait for the pizza. I'll call you when it gets here." After America left, Russia started to unpack. After about a half an hour, he was almost done when he heard a small mew from his feet. Looking down, he saw Hero sitting by his feet studying him. Russia studied it back. They stood like that for a minute, just taking each other in, when Hero turned away and wandered to the bed. With one smooth jump he got on top of the bed and sat down on top of Russia's shirts that he had laid out.
"Shoo." Russia said, making a shooing gesture at the cat. To his annoyance, the cat didn't move at all. In fact, it looked rather amused with Russia's actions.
Sighing, Russia walked over to the bed and picked up the cat. To his surprise the cat didn't get angry or start trying to scratch his eyes out like he thought he would, (after all, it was America's cat), but instead the cat started to purr loudly and curl up in his arms like he did with America earlier. Amused, Russia started to scratch the cat under the chin. Hero started purring louder and leaned into Russia's hand. Russia was reminded of his own cat who would do the same. Chuckling, he sat down on the bed and started to pet the cat. Hero fell into a steady purr, and they sat there for about five minutes when there was a knock on the door. Looking up, Russia saw America watching him with an amused smirk on his face.
"I see you and Hero are getting are getting acquainted." America said, walking over and scratching Hero's ears. Hero started to kneed and meowed happily.
"He is quite friendly, unlike his owner." Russia commented, making America roll his eyes.
"Yeah, Hero loves everyone. Everyone in the world is his friend." America said, picking up Hero. Russia felt a twinge of sadness as the cat left his lap and the once warm spot on his lap became cold. "This cat has never raised a nail at anyone in his life." America said as he cradled Hero like a baby. He pet Hero's stomach, which Hero didn't seem to mind. "By the way, the pizza is here."
They walked back to where the kitchen was. Russia looked around the room, as he didn't get a good look the last time he was in the room. The kitchen and the living room were connected, with only as small bar separating them. The kitchen was rather small, with just a small table that sat four, and a few appliances on the wall. Most of the room was taken up by the living room. There was a worn-out couch in the middle of the room that faced a rather large wide screen TV, which had several different game consoles hooked up to it. There were a few large bookshelves surrounding the walls, filled with books and movies. The living room had a cream-colored carpet, with light green walls, but the carpet turned to tile when it got to the part of the room where the kitchen was. There was a large closet near the front door and when Russia looked closer he saw it held the washer and drying machines.
The smell of Pizza caught his attention and looking over at the table he spotted two pizza boxes. America had already pulled out a few paper plates and was already grabbing a couple of slices out the box. Hero was watching from one of the counters, his tail going back and forth and his eyes never leaving the pizza. Noticing this, America chuckled. He grabbed a few pepperoni slices off his pizza and gave them to Hero, who happily scarfed them down.
"Come and grab a piece." America said, walking over to the couch and flopping onto it carelessly. Hero jumped up and tried to sniff America's pizza, but America held the pizza so it was out of the cat's reach.
"Oh, and just a warning, Hero is crazy about pepperoni, so he will try to get into the pizza. Keep the lid on the box down so he doesn't eat it all."
"I will keep it in mind." Russia commented as he picked out what he wanted. He sat at the kitchen table, observing America. He hadn't noticed it earlier, but he noted how the younger nation's shoulders were tensed, and how his eyes kept wondering back at Russia. He also noticed that he had tried to keep his distance from him whenever possible. Russia wasn't surprised. While America had been for the most part a polite host, he knew that America still didn't like him in his home. Not to mention him threating him a couple of times that day. Not that he blamed him, if he had to host America in his house he would most likely act the same.
They ate in awkward silence, neither one of them really knowing what to say to each other. While it was true that their relationship had improved from the Cold War, that didn't mean it was any less awkward for them to be sitting in the same room. Finally, after an agonizing fifteen minutes of silence America spoke up.
"So…" America said, putting his empty plate on the coffee table. "Was there anything you wanted to do while you were here? It's not every day you get to spend a month in New York City after all."
"I have not given much thought to it." Russia admitted.
"Oh, well." America said. "We can go a couple places. There's Central Park, The Empire State Building, Time Square, The Statue of Liberty, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, and a bunch of other stuff. There's always something to do here."
They fell back into silence as Russia thought about it. "Perhaps we can walk around New York and if we come across anything interesting we can stop and look." Russia suggested.
America nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Let's do that."
Again, they feel back into silence. America started to fidget a bit, playing with the edge of his sleeves. He wasn't used to feeling uncomfortable in his own home or handling awkward moments. Just as the pressure to just do something was becoming unbearable, Hero jumped up on the kitchen table and to both of their surprise starting biting one of the Pizza boxes.
"Hero!" America shouted, jumping up and rushing over to grab his cat. As he picked up Hero, he let out a loud sad cry, and dug his nails into the pizza box, dragging it to the edge of the table. Russia caught the pizza box before it fell on the floor, and America was holding a now wailing cat in his arms.
"What has gotten into you?" America scolded Hero. "I know you love pepperoni, but you can't just eat the damn box! You'll give yourself a tummy ache!"
Hero struggled out of America's arms, and ran under the couch so they could only see his tail.
"Is he ok?" Russia asked in concern. America just sighed and shook his head.
"He's sulking. Just leave him be, he'll come out in a few." Looking down at his watch again, he sighed. "I think I'm going to hit the hay for the night." He said, picking up the pizza boxes and putting them in the fridge. "You can do whatever you want, just don't leave without telling me, ok?" America said, giving Russia a serious look. Russia got a feeling that America didn't want him out of his sight.
"Of course." Russia said with a small smile.
America just made a humming noise, and with a final wave he left the room leaving Russia to himself. As soon as America was out of the room, Russia relaxed a little bit. The uncomfortable atmosphere had vanished. Not knowing what to do he got up from the table and wandered around the small living room. As he looked over the book shelves, he noticed a few pictures on some of the shelves. Taking a closer look, he saw most of them were with his brother Canada. Most of them had them doing some sort of outdoor sport, like hiking or fishing. There was one picture of America grinning and holding a rather impressive sized fish and giving the camera a dazzling smile. Scanning some of the other pictures, he spotted several different countries as well. There was a picture of Japan and America playing a video game, France baking something, America and England posing next to a birthday cake, and a few others.
Russia felt a small stab of jealousy as he looked at the pictures. America always had an easier time than him making friends. Frowning, he was about to walk away when he spotted an empty picture frame on one of the shelfs. Curious, he walked over to it. Examining it, he noticed it was rather old and quite dusty, like it had never been used before. Looking at the other frames, he observed that the rest of them were all new and dust free, like America had taken extra care to make sure they didn't get dusty. Russia put the old frame back where he had got it from and was about to see what movies America had when he spotted Hero's tail sticking out from underneath the couch.
Glancing around to make sure America wasn't around, he crouched down next to the couch and pet Hero's tail. Hero mewed and shifted further under the couch.
"Come on out kitty." Russia said, tapping his fingers next to the couch. "I will rub your ears if you do." When Hero didn't come out, Russia frowned. Then remembering what America had said earlier, he got up and walked over to the fridge. Pulling out one of the pizza boxes, he grabbed a few slices of pepperoni off the top and walked back to the couch. Crouching down again, he held a slice of pepperoni next to the gap of the couch.
"Here kitty, I have brought you a treat." Russia said. Smelling the meat, Hero's face came out from under the couch and made a grab for it. Russia pulled back the meat.
"No, you must come out to get it." Russia said with a smile. Hero narrowed his eyes, and he slowly came out from out from under the couch. "There, that wasn't so bad." Russia said happily as he gave Hero one of the slices. Hero quickly devoured the meat, and then started to purr. Russia picked him up and sat down on the couch. Hero made himself comfy on Russia's lap as Russia fed him small pieces of the pepperoni. They sat like that for about a half an hour until Russia ran out of meat. When Russia stopped handing out the food, Hero meowed loudly.
"I am afraid that was all I had." Russia chuckled as he pet Hero. Hero meowed loudly again, and to Russia surprise he got up into his face and stared at him expectedly.
"I do not know what to tell you kitty." Russia said apologetically, picking Hero off of his lap and standing up. Undeterred, Hero jumped off the couch and started to snake around Russia's legs, yowling loudly.
"Shh, you are going to wake your owner." Russia said, putting one of his fingers on his lip. Deciding he was tired, Russia made his way to his bedroom, and to his amusement he saw Hero following him meowing loudly. "I have told you, I have no more food." Russia said, picking up Hero again. To his surprise, Hero quieted as he was held and started to purr again. "Oh, that is what you wanted." Russia said as he walked into his bedroom. He put Hero on his bed as he got ready for bed. After he was done, he put Hero outside his door and closed the door, but before he could even turn around he heard a cry from the other side of the door, and small little scratching noises. Sighing, Russia opened the door and Hero ran into the room and on top of the bed again.
"I suppose you can stay for tonight." Russia said with a sigh as he got into bed. As soon as he turned off the lamp by the bed, Hero jumped on top of his chest and made himself comfy, purring loudly. Russia eventually fell asleep to the soothing sound of purring, thinking how sad it was how he got along better with cats then people.
A/N: Hey everyone! Welcome to my new story. This isn't the first time I've tried to write a continuing story instead of short stories, but I have a good feeling about this one! So basically, I'm not sure if I'm going to make this story a romantic one or not, because I've never written a romantic one before. I'm much more used to making these two have a complicated friendship, but I'm going to let you guys choose which one you want. I'm going to put a poll up on my page, so go and vote! Thanks for reading!
