“Oh shit!” Russia woke up to America yelling about something and scrambling around the room. “Shut up, cyka!” The tired, angry and sore Russian yelled. “Cute, but I’m about to be late for my class! Gotta go Russ!” There was a loud slam of the door and the American was gone. Russia sighed softly in relief. He had night classes versus America having day classes, that meant that he would be able to let his wings stretch for a bit. Seemingly rejuvenated and excited to free his cramped and sore wings the Russian sat up quickly rocking into a standing position on the ground beside his bed, practically flinging his shirt off to undo the gauze holding down his wings, happily moaning as he stretch them out ad flapped them a few times, loose feathers falling out and spiralling down onto the flooring. Russia purred happily, stretching his wings a bit more, ruffling his feathers as he moved to lay back down an prune himself, pulling out broken feathers, even catching a blood feather. No wonder he was in so much pain. Russia happily rolled over onto his stomach, letting his wings fan out on either side of him a bit, one wing sliding off the bed and grazing the floor as the other took up the entire other side. Russia ruffled his feathers again, happy to have cooler air against his wings and back. Russia’s day was spent like this, he even went as far as to get a head start on his classes, starting the homework that was given out and even finishing most of it before he realized that America was expected to be back soon, panicked he quickly scooped up his gauze, tying down his wings and throwing on a shirt, before hustling to pick up all of the feathers. And to his absolute horror America waltzed in, groaning like a child immediately about how much work he already has to do, pausing only when he noticed the handful of raven feathers in his hands. “What’s that?” Russia panicked and shoved the feathers behind him, laughing nervously. “N-nothing I don’t know what you’re talking about, what’s what?” America narrowed his eyes at the Russian under his sunglasses, dropping his bag and getting closer, holding him still and trying to look behind him to see the feathers. Russia quickly let go of the feathers, causing them to fly and flutter around until they hit the floor, thinking up a quick lie. “Okay! I had someone over…” America picked up one of the feathers, looking at it and then at Russia. “Look, America, they’re a good friend of mine and they needed some help pruning their feathers so I told them to come over and that I’d do it for them.” America gave Russia a skeptical look. “I’m serious!” Russia was silently panicking because America wouldn’t take any of his responses. “Their pretty.” Was all that America said as he stood up, taking one of the bigger feathers from the floor and going back to his bag silently to sit at his desk and do his work. Russia was in almost shock as he cleaned the feathers back up, throwing them away. “S-so it’s okay for them to come over for me to help them prune their feathers?” America nodded. “Fine by me, just don’t let anyone else see them, oh and keep the best feather for me.” Russia chuckled, blushing slightly at the conditions America gave. “Deal.” Russia sat back at his desk and finished up the last of his work.

Russia sighed softly, leaning back in his chair a bit, turning to look at America, he was hunched over his work, writing vigorously on the paper in front of him. “Hey, Meic, want me to go get some Panda Express or something? It’s starting to get later and I wanna have dinner before my classes start.” America perked up at the mention of food. “Sure! Panda or McD’s” Russia chuckled a bit. “Want anything specific from the menu dipstick?” they both chuckled at the weak insult a bit. “Orange chicken and mongolian beef if you go to panda, just a cheeseburger and fries if you're going to McD's” America finally decided, Russia nodded and got up, getting his shoes on and heading out the door. Sighing softly America scoots his chair back once Russia had closed the door behind himself, and gets up and stretches, closing his textbook and takes his laptop over to his bed, flopping down and pulling up the school's night class schedule to see when Russia would be back in the morning, you always need to be prepared right?. America sets an alarm on his phone for a half hour before Russia would be released so that he would have plenty of time to do anything that he could possibly need to do. Closing out of the browser and pulling up Netflix America prepared to watch a movie before bed, finding a good one just before Russia walked in with a Panda Express bag in one hand and a McDonald's to go bag in the other. America watches as Russia sets down the Panda Express bag on his desk, pulling a container out before holding up the container and McDonald's to go bag, “Pick one meric, whichever one you don't eat tonight will be my lunch tomorrow” America laughed softly at that and chose the McDonald's, thinking that Russia would prefer the Panda Express anyway. Russia nods and passes the McDonald’s bag over to America, taking the Chinese food back over to his desk to eat. Upon opening the to go bag America saw 4 cheese burgers and a large fries, smirking and shaking his head at the fact Russia practically bought him tomorrow’s lunch he pulled out two of the hamburgers and the fries, starting to eat as he hit play on his movie and started to watch. The evening was slow going until Russia announced that he had to leave for class, America bid him farewell as he watched him leave over the top of his computer screen, smirking when the door shut behind him. America hopped up onto his feet, quickly pulling his shirt up and over his head and untying the gauze from around his chest, slowly unwrapping it and allowing two large bright white dove wings to spring up from his back and stretch out as far as he could stretch them, a soft smile coming to his face as he sighed softly, enjoying having the opportunity to stretch his wings out. America ruffled his feathers a bit before starting to prune them a bit, he may not have been fond of how god like people treated him for his wings but he surely wasn’t about to let them become raggedy and have feathers all over the place. Once he was done caring for his wings America layed back down on his bed and started watching his movies again.

America jolted upright at the sound of his alarm, he had fallen asleep watching stupid shows and movies, he checked the time as he turned off the alarm, panicking when he saw how late he slept through it. He got up and scrambled to hide his wings and get a shirt, diving back into his bed and curling back up under the blankets with a sigh. The door swung open as Russia quietly walked in and gently shut the door behind him. America relaxed into his bed the best he could, trying to fall back asleep as Russia went to take off his shoes and coat. America peeked over to Russia, pretending to sleep as the taller male shuffled around the room. Russia would wince every now and then when he would move a certain way or move too fast like it hurt him greatly. America rolled over to face Russia more when his back was turned, picking up more and more that something was wrong with the Russian. “Hey Russ, you okay?” America’s voice was soft and airy, he sounded like he had just woken up, good. Russia jumped and spun around to face America, clearly startled by the fact that he was awake, “I’m fine Meric, go back to bed.” He was trying to play it off but America could see through the wall that the Russian was trying to put up, but he’ll let him have this one. The American rolled back over to go to sleep while Russia let out a sigh of relief before walking into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The Russian undressed slowly, unwrapping his wings and letting the cloth fall to the cold tile flooring. He stood there for a minute in the mirror looking at himself, he had old scars mixed with new scrapes and bruises. Who would’ve guessed someone would already be trying to pick fights with him this early into the school year, and all because of who his father was. Russia rolled his eyes and checked his wings to make sure that everything was in the proper place, and thankfully they were but that didn’t mean that they didn’t hurt.

When Russia finally went to bed he felt a bit better, as in his wings weren’t as sore thanks to the hot water of the shower. He slept peacefully until America’s alarm went off that morning and he could hear the American yelling and cursing at the objects of the room as he scrambled out the door. Russia chuckled to himself, deciding to set two alarms, one to wake him up a bit later so he could get ahead on work again and one to give a half hour warning to when America was coming back, he really didn’t want a repeat of yesterday. The rest of the day went smoothly, America made a few new friends in his classes and Russia spent the day with his wings out and let them rest in a comfortable position until he had to tie them back down before America came back. When America got back Russia offered to buy their dinner like last time but America insisted that it wouldn’t be fair if Russia was buying their dinner all the time, and thus they both ended up in a pizza restaurant awaiting their pizza. America was playing with the straw in his drink while Russia checked his messages on his phone. “Hey Russ?” America questioned softly, wanting to initiate a friendly conversation. “Hmm?” Was all that Russia responded with, a bored look on his face as he scrolled along on his phone. “If you had wings, what color do you think they would be?” America fiddled more with his straw, swirling the Pepsi and ice around. Russia looked up at America like he had just asked the world’s dumbest question before setting his phone down and folding his hands together as he thought. “Well… I’d want a soft shade of blue but knowing me they’d probably end up a dark shade of red.” Russia responded, trying to avoid the color black at all afraid that if he did say black that it would give him away. America nodded, buying into Russia’s story hook, line and sinker. “What about you Meric? What color do you think your wings would be if you had them?” Russia returned the question, genuinely curious as to what America’s response would be. “Any… anything but white…” America’s response was quiet, as if he didn’t want to actually say it out loud but at the same time be truthful. Russia tilted his head slightly, intrigued by the American’s response. “Why not white?” The Russian pressed. “I don’t want to talk about it… alright?” America gave Russia a pleading look to which the Russian nodded in acceptance, “Alright, another time then.” Suddenly the waiter came over with their pizza, setting it down on a folding table so that they would have room to place their plates and eat. Russia and America continued to chat as they ate. They talked about how their classes where going so far, the teachers they liked and the teachers they disliked. They talked about their families and what their home lives where like. America even got Russia to sit and talk about his father. Russia checked his phone to see that they needed to hurry up so that he wouldn’t miss his classes. They had a good day together.

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Hey guys, sorry this took so long to get out but hey it's here now lol. I hope you enjoyed and more will be coming soon I swear.