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America wasn't known for being manipulated easily. He was loud, cocky, and very, very unbearable. But he changed himself. All for one person— that being the one and only Soviet.

 

You see, America's had eyes for Soviet ever since he graduated. There was something about Soviet that made America go crazy. Was it his style? His aura? Attitude? Or maybe it was the way Soviet looked at him, maybe it was the way he smiled and blew a kiss whenever they made eye contact… maybe it was the way he pinned America against the wall when they were alone and whispered things in his ear—

 

America shook his head. He didn't want to think about it right now. Currently, he was trying to find a way to confess to Soviet. He has asked him to come over a few minutes ago, but he so confused and anxious on how and when to confess. Worst of all, he wasn't certain on how Soviet would react or respond.

 

Sure, Soviet has been giving hints, but still! What if he was doing it for fun? What if—

 

A sudden knock at his door snapped America out of his thoughts. “Must be him…” America thought. He sucked up his anxiety and slowly went to open the door.
He was met with a tall man. America himself was tall, but not AS tall as Soviet.
He hesitantly looked up and stared into a cold and detached pair of eyes. “H-hi, Sov…” God why was he so nervous? He couldn't even maintain eye contact! This was embarrassing for him!!

 

“Greetings, America.” America shuddered slightly. Hearing that deep and familiar voice made him want to explode. “Is there a reason you called me over? You said it was important. If it's nothing then I'll show myself out.” He panicked. He didn't want him to leave! At least not yet. “Yes actually! It's extremely important! So don't leave-” he cleared his throat. “Do you want to come inside first?” Soviet didn't say anything. America took this as a yes and stepped aside. Soviet walked inside the neatly kept house. It had a calming atmosphere.

 

America closed the door behind him. “Here goes nothing…” Letting out a soft sigh, he finally decided to say what he wanted to say. “I'velikedyouforareallylongtimeyou'resokindtomeandIwannaspendtherestofmylifewithyou!” huff… huff…

 

…

 

“Come again?” Soviet was… shocked to say the least. He turned back to look at America, whose face was beat red. “I love you, Soviet! Don't you see that? I always have! And… and I always will..”

 

It was silent for a few minutes. Each minute made America's heart race faster than before. Did Soviet not like him? But before America could process anything, he was pulled into a kiss. It wasn't long, but enough to make him silent.

 

“Does that give you your answer?”

 

America blushed and nodded. “Yes. Yes it does.”

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Sorry this chapter was a little rushed ..

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“Dude, are you being for real?” Canada sounded like a very negative mix of emotions. Horrified, disbelief, slight anger, exasperated. He knew America had a big liking to Soviet, but he never thought Soviet would return it back! “Ame, you know how his people are. Manipulative, selfish freaks. Are you kidding?” America couldn't blame Canada for the way he reacted, that's one thing. But he was too blinded by love to see anything wrong with the problem.

 

“I know… but I love him! And he loves me too.”

 

“He's lying.”

 

America was starting to get annoyed now. This conversation has been going back and forth for about 5 minutes. “Right. And how would you know that?”

 

“...” Canada sighed. “Fine. But remember even if he breaks your heart I'm here.”

 

America laughed. “He won't break it!”

 

…

 

How foolish of him.

 

…

 

America stopped laughing. He felt a sudden unease rising within him. Canada noticed. “Are you okay?” America nodded. He pushed the feeling down and smiled again. But it never fully reached his eyes. “Fine as always. Don't worry about me.”

 

Later at night

 

America laid on his bed, thinking about the earlier events. He thought about what Canada said. He knew how the Russians were, especially with relationships. They were never real. They were always manipulative in one way or another. Whether it was obvious or not.

 

He started feeling the previous unease rise up again, but then he remembered the kiss he and Soviet shared. It felt… so thrilling, so real. America didn't want to believe that Soviet could be so cruel!

 

..

 

But he could.

 

If only he knew… the Soviet would destroy him. Physically and mentally.

 

…

 

America sighed. Why does he keep getting this uneasy feeling?

 

Why does he feel like he's making a mistake?

 

He's obviously not! He's the biggest, the best, and the one and only greatest America. America doesn't make mistakes.

 

…But even the greatest makes mistakes.

 

A couple days later
Visiting Britain

 

America decided to visit his father and other 2 siblings, Australia and New Zealand, to tell them about the great news. Honestly, he hadn't visited or seen them much since he declared independence.

 

Canada was worried for him. They both knew how unsupportive and harsh their father could get, especially when doing things like this, and especially involving the Russians.

 

Canada basically pleaded to go with him!

 

“Please, Ame?” America swore he saw tears in his younger brother's eyes. “You're going to get hurt.”

 

America chuckled at his protectiveness, patting his head like a child. “I'll be fine, Nada.”

-
America walked through the door and was immediately greeted by Australia and New Zealand.

 

“AMERICA!!” New Zealand jumped in America's arms. “I missed you! I haven't seen you since- since forever!” she cried out, clinging onto him tight, refusing to let go.

 

Australia stood behind her, rolling his eyes and tried pulling her off him. “Chill, mate, he just got here. Give him some space, will ya?”

 

America felt a warm sensation rising in his chest. He hugged NZ back, “You missed me that much, haven't you?” NZ looked up with tears in her eyes, nodding frantically. “You just left out of nowhere. I thought I'd never see you again.”

 

Australia managed to successfully pull NZ off. “Nah yeah, she was sobbing a lot after you left dad. She would still get emotional even after a hundred years or so passed when you were mentioned.” NZ glared and snapped back, “Well I thought he didn't want us anymore! And it was a touchy subject for me.”

 

America smiled. “I missed you guys too. How's dad?”

 

“Oh you know, same as he always has been.” Australia replied.

 

NZ sighed. “Still has a stick up his ass.”

 

America let out a quiet laugh at that. He saw Britain emerging from the corner. “Speaking of Dad…”

 

Britain wasn't any different. He still had a strange aura that made others fear him or at least feel uncomfortable around him. He looked at America, his face not showing a hint of happiness. “Ah, look who it is, lots.”

 

“Oh gosh-” America internally facepalmed. “Hi… Dad.”

 

“‘Merica.” Britain replied. He glazed him up and down. “Y've changed a lot, haven't you? You were still just a lih'l tinsy winsy colony last time I saw you.”

 

Everyone sighed and rolled their eyes.

 

“Brit- ahem- Dad, please, I'm not here to fight…again.” America said, trying to smooth things over. “I actually have something important to tell you guys.”

 

NZ shot up in anticipation. She was always the curious one, the eager one, the one who always wanted to know what was going on. Australia, on the other hand, acted like it was just another Friday.

 

“Ooo! Ooo! What is it, Ame?” NZ was practically bouncing in her seat. “Calm down, NZ.” Said Australia. Britain didn't say anything but at least this time he looked a little curious.

 

America felt his cheeks heat up. He took a deep breath before revealing, “I'm dating someone.”

 

The room fell into an awkward silence.

..

“What?” Australia finally managed to say. “You? Dating?”

 

Britain didn't respond to that— most likely because he was in shock. America had never had a crush on someone! Let alone date!

 

“WHO IS IT?!” NZ nearly screamed. Out of the 3, she seemed to be the most excited about the news. But that excitement only lasted for a couple seconds.

 

“Soviet.”

 

The name sent everyone silent, again. The silence made America wince. NZ’s face dropped slightly. “... What.”

 

Then, Britain stood up. His expression was dark. It was clear he was not very happy. “Crikey…what did you just say?”

 

“Wait Dad-” America tried explaining himself but was cut off again.

 

“I was expecting something good from you. But you disappoint me yet again. You CANNOT date a Russian!”

 

America got a little defensive. “But dad, I love him!”

 

“Does Canada know about this?”

 

“Yes! And he SUPPORTS me! Unlike a certain someone.”

 

“That little shit… of course he did.” Britain muttered, crossing his arms. “Should've left him when I had the chance.”

 

Australia and NZ shared a look. They tried to take control over the situation, or this'll end in another fight.

 

NZ grabbed America's hand and led him out the door, meanwhile Australia stayed back and calmed down Britain.

 

“Look Ame, not to be rude, but I can kind of see dad's view.” NZ started off. “Don't get me wrong I'll support you through no matter what but… dating someone like that? It's not a good idea. Didn't you guys used to be enemies?”

 

“People change, New Zealand.” America grumbled.

 

NZ sighed and patted America’s back. “Okay well since you're my brother and I love you, I'll accept..” She trailed off, unsure on what to say next. “Just be careful, alright?”

 

America couldn't help but feel glad at NZ’s response. At least someone else understood him. “Thanks, Kiwi. I knew I could count on you.”
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End of the chapter

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After America left, NZ went back inside. Australia sat with their father on the living room couch. Britain was spitting out curses towards America. “That stewpid little piece of-” and then a bunch of incoherent noises.

 

NZ glanced at Australia. He looked irritated and was not in the mood to deal with his father's BS.

 

He looked so glad when NZ came back so he could get Britain off his hands. “Kiwi, you go deal with ‘im.” He said. “I'm tired and he's not listening to me. You're better than me at this, anyway.” He stormed off to who knows where.

 

NZ scoffed as she watched Australia walk away, leaving her alone with their ignorant father. She turned to Britain. “Daddy-”

 

“KIWI!” Britain walked over NZ, wrapping an arm around her. “You were always my smartest child out of your idiotic brothers.”

 

“Oh, uhh… Thanks? But-” she was interrupted once again.

 

“I need ya to talk some sense into that boy,” said Britain, referring to America, “he doesn't know what he’s gotten himself into.”

 

NZ grumbled under her breath. If she was interrupted one more time, she thought, she was going to lose it.

 

“Daddy!” NZ said, snapping Britain out of his mini tirade. “I know you're upset about Ame being with… him.”

 

“Upset? That's an understatement. I'm utterly and absolutely furious-”

 

“BUT!” NZ continued on, “it's his choice. We can't decide on who he wants to love.”

 

Britain quieted down at her words. It seemed like he was actually taking it into consideration. After a few moments, he sighed. “I suppose you're right, Kiwi. I just…” Britain trailed off. He was about to reveal weakness, and he didn't want to do that, especially in front of his daughter.

 

NZ didn't mind. She knew how her father was with keeping his professional and stern presence, he hated being weak. “It's okay daddy. I know what you're gonna say.”

 

“I just want the best for him.” Britain finally admitted. “While I may have said some things I shouldn't have, he's… he's still my firstborn after all. Not to mention how that boy is utterly reckless! Golly, he gave me gray hairs ever since he was a little lad.” Britain chuckled, a rare sign of him being soft.

 

“But then…he declared independence. Honestly, I don't blame him, I wasn't the best father.”

 

NZ looked around, unsure of what to say from the random trauma dumping. “He has been a bit impulsive, hasn't he?” She nervously laughed and tried changing the subject.

 

“Anyways, daddy, you gotta understand to let Ame be himself and do what he wants, even if it goes against our views.”

 

Britain smiled at NZ. “What would I do without you, Kiwi?”

 

Probably fall apart.

 

Britain walked away to do his own thing. Australia shortly came back a few moments later. “See? I told you that you were good at this.”

 

“Shush it, Aus, I actually did something!”

 

With Britain, NZ, and Maple (🇨🇦)

 

Canada sat across from NZ and Britain. He felt uncomfortable being around Britain and NZ (since she was a big daddy's girl).

 

“Canada,” Britain said, resting his head on his chin. “Do you have anything to say?”

 

“About what?” Canada stuttered, avoiding both of their gazes. He had a feeling he knew what this was about and didn't know where this would end up.

 

“About Ame and Soviet.” NZ replied for Britain. Although being a daddy's girl, she was more calm and didn't seem like she was about to burn the world down.

 

“N-no…” Britain stared intensely at Canada. Canada was never one of his favorites, he was too sensitive and meek.

 

“Maple, me and daddy promise, we're not going to get upset at you for supporting Ame. We're also working it out, right?” Britain sighed begrudgingly.

 

“Yes, yes. We're working it out alright.”

 

Canada felt a little better at that. He relaxed and responded less tensely. “Yes. He told me about it first. I swear, I tried talking some sense into him! I tried explaining how they were awful and manipulative but he refused to listen-” Canada didn't realize he was ranting until NZ stopped him.

 

“Maple, that's enough, we understand.” She took a few moments to process his words, then replied, “but this time we're letting Ame make his own decisions. He's, like, what? 249 years old? He's an adult.”

 

Canada blinked. “You're… Doing what?”

 

This time Britain responded. “I'm letting him date the damn commie, Nada.”

 

Canada honestly didn't know what to say. He knew NZ had some sort of effect on Britain, but he didn't know it was this good. “Oh… is that all?”

 

“Yes.” Britain replied. He stood up and began walking away.

 

“No.” NZ said after Britain left. She was waiting for him to be out of sight to continue. “Daddy isn't the best father, and we all know that.”

 

“Yeah? And?”

 

“But he still cared for us all. While he may not have a good way of showing, or not showing it at all, he still wants us to be happy.”

 

…

 

“Just give him some time, alright? I'll see you around, Maple.” NZ gave a soft smile and walked away.

 

Canada stood there blinking, wondering what just happened.
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End of the chapter

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“A date?” Soviet stared, eyes half-lidded. “Yeah I mean.. It could be a way to make things really official… you know?” America looked away, more focused on the birds passing by.

“Where would we even go?” Soviet sat up, arms crossed. “The park?” America suggested. Soviet stared at him. “Uhm… A fancy restaurant?” Soviet yawned. “Oh I know! The Amusement park! That’ll be fun won't it?” Soviet thought about it for a couple minutes. He sighed. “Okay, fine.”

“Yay!” America smiled at him. Soviet looked away, a faint blush on his cheeks. “So when should we go? He coughed. America thought for a moment, then had an idea. “How about this Saturday?” Soviet sat up, “Alright, this Saturday.”

 

Timeskip to Saturday
Nighttime, 10 pm.

 

Soviet and America were getting ready for their date. Soviet wore a pair of black dress pants and a simple white dress shirt that was adorned by a maroon tie, and maroon shoes. America wore a plain black long sleeve shirt that cuts off at the wrist and black leggings, all complemented with a rather short plaid skirt and black fur boots.

Soviet walked out into the bedroom as he straightened his tie. He noticed America standing in the mirror smoothing his clothes out. “You look… interesting.” he commented, “So you like it?” America cheesed at him as he turned around. “Sure.” Soviet looked away.

America grabbed Soviet's hand and led him out the door. They got inside of Soviet's car and started to drive to the Amusement park. America stared out the window as they drove past countless buildings. He then averted his gaze to where Soviet sat in the driver’s seat. “Do you always stare at people like that?” America looked away, “No… just you.”

He blinked at America. “Okay?” he averted his attention back to the road, ignoring America's expression turning sour.

“We’re here.” The car came to a slow stop as Soviet parked. Soviet got out, walking to America’s side and opening the door for him. They began walking inside of the Amusement park. The park was crowded with a bunch of people, America pointed to a Ferris wheel nearby. “Look! Look! Let's go on that!” America pulled Soviet along as they made their way towards the ferris wheel.

They climbed onto the Ferris wheel. The Ferris wheel started moving, America clutched Soviet's arm. He looked like he wanted to say something.

“So…” he started off. Soviet glanced at him, waiting for what he was about to say. “Have you ever wondered why I fell for you?”

“Not really.” He mumbled back.

America continued on anyway. “Well, I don't really know myself. I guess you're just my type? Ever since I saw you for the first time I just knew you were the one.” America's eyes were full of love as he spoke. “Everytime I saw you, my heart skipped beats and I felt butterflies in my stomach. You were… perfect. In every way possible.”

He looked at Soviet, waiting for his reaction. The Russian’s expression didn't change much but there was a slight hint of something soft in his eyes.

The ride came to an end, America and Soviet finally getting off. “So where to next?” America questioned. Soviet shrugged, “How about over there?” He gestured toward the game booth. America smiled, “You gonna win me something?” They began walking towards it. “Sure..”

They walked over to the game booth. They stared at the amount of plushies hanging on the wall. A particular one caught America's eyes. It reminded him of Soviet, big and cuddly. He immediately started begging for it. “Can you get that for me??” He whined. “Pretty please, Sov?” Soviet looked up at the teddy bear. “Fine.”

 

2 hours later

“Wow, I can’t believe it took you that long to win it..” America yawns as he holds onto the teddy bear. Soviet grumbles, “I hope you enjoy that bear, it cost me 20 dollars..” America rolls his eyes, “You’re being dramatic 20 dollars isn’t even that much.” They walk to the parking lot heading straight for Soviet’s car when they bump into someone. Canada and Mexico.

“Canada?!” America sputtered in surprise. Out of everyone he was expecting to see, Canada wasn't on the list. “What are you doing here?” He slightly slid behind Soviet. “We could ask you the same, amigo.” Mexico said, staring them up and down.

“We were just… uhh…” America tried explaining quickly to Mexico about their situationship. It seems like Canada hadn't told Mexico about the whole ordeal. "It's nothing." Soviet cut in. "We were just hanging out, right, America?"

America laughed it off, playing along with Soviet. "Yeah. Just hanging out..."

Mexico wasn't buying it. "Then why'd he buy you a large ass teddy bear? Seems a little gay to me." America was really getting nervous now, he subtly looked at Soviet for help.

"Mex, stop." Canada interrupted, pulling Mexico's interrogating stare away from them. "It's... complicated." He mumbled. Mexico raised an eyebrow. "Complicated how? It's actually pretty simple, they're together!"

"Wait..." America paused for a second, looking at them with a confused expression that turned into realization. "You're dating Mex—!"

"Eh- we should be going now!" Canada dragged Mexico away from the other two, he yelled back to America. "I'll talk to you later, okay?!"

They stood there confused. And shocked on America's part. America covered his face in embarrassment. It could've been much worse. He thought. He grabbed Soviet's hand and quickly dragged him to the car. He and Canada's gonna have a looooong talk the next day.
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