this will most likely be the last chapter...

sorry...

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After the Korean left the room, leaving the dazed american and the russian, Russia being  tomato colored- no, even redder than a tomato- sitting on the floor, a rosy ray of light shone through the window, indicating the night had been replaced by day, and that the next country meeting was now in no less than two days, counting today. Now that the description- which, in my opinion; is confusing as hell- is finished, i have one question...

What the flickering fuck is redder than a tomato?

And dont you dare say fire truck..

or 'petite voiture rouge!'

(sorry, thats a french joke... petite voiture rouge means little red car)

Anyways, carrying on;

America, quite dazed, but having a naturaly flirtatious habit when it came to these sorts of situations, slowly and feebly sat up, ignoring the small protests Russia made using his hands, to hold America down to rest, turned to face Russia, and kissed him.

However, Russia pulled back.

America pouted, clearly sad that Russia didnt kiss him back. He was also sad because a nagging suspicion that Russia had lied (when he admitted he loved him) gained strength.

Russia hesitated, then put his hands on America's cheeks.

Russia pulled the adorable, pouting, face forwards, and eventually, America leaned forwards as well. The American kept leaning forwards until the two' lips met.

Russia had really not expected their first 'real' kiss, where him and America both consented for a kiss, with clear minds and thoughts, to be in his bathroom, with a puddle of water pooled around the two, and maybe- just maybe- a few drops of blood, from former injuries such as scratches that had not been bandaged up yet, on their shirt sleeves and on the pale white bathroom tiles.

But of course, nobody is capable of predicting the future, eh?

And then, when the need of a silly, stupid, idiotic thing called 'air' grew much to strang to resist, the two former enemies pulled away.

Russia was first to speak, of course.

"So... arrre we dating now?"

America, for a change, stared at Russia, calling the Russia an imbecile with his eyes.

"No."

Russia immediately was sad, a sad puppy like frown larger than the universe taking place on his face.

He clearly hadnt caught on to the sarcasm.

"You bitch! Of course we're dating, ya son of a gun!"

Exclaimed America, leaping back on Russia, intiating a round two for kisses.

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Heres a quick resume of the events that transpired between those two days:

-tons of kisses

(The kisses had started out with once or twice per hour, and gradually grew to seven or eight per hour, cause Russia hadnt been shown love like this before.)

(Also, Russia was still slightly uncomfortable asking or starting a kiss in a direct manner, so he made up excuses to be kissed, like if he cut his finger on a slip of paper, he would have America kiss him to make him stop complaining and destroying the 'evil' paper, and if he was working, he wouldnt go to bed unless America kissed him. America easily caught on whenever Russia wanted a kiss, and quickly complied, even if their was no request for a kiss made by the russian using words)

-sleeping together

(America insisted on being cuddled by Russia, and when Russia had tried declining, America handcuffed himself back to Russia)

-handcuffs

As i said before, the very first night they had officially gotten together, America wanted to sleep with Russia, but Russia declined, so with brash thinking, America put the handcuffs back on his and Russia's wrists.

-deals

(Russia had America promise to not talk about their current relationship status just yet. He didnt want the Asian countries blabbing about it everywhere on social media)

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So anyways, once the two walked inside the meeting room, NATO pulled them to the side, put the two in a room, where EU was waiting.

Eu got up, without a word, and using a spare key (cause the original one was eaten by Nickan the Chickan) and uncuffed the two.

With quite good acting skills, Russia sighed in relief, clapping America violently on the back.

America shot a glare at Russia, clearly slightly hurt.

Then, the two walked out, America nodding at EU as a thanks, Russia thanking EU in the utmost gratitude, but without letting any emotion pass through like a proper Russian could.

In the hall, after checking that nobody would see, Russia pulled America into a nearby maintenance closet.

"That wasnt a bit overdoing it, ya bastard?" America hissed, his back still slightly in pain.

Russia made sure the closet door was shut closed, and hugged America tight, whispering;

"Am sorrry, my прекрасный американский... please forgive me..."

(Google translate//Russian: Lovely American)

America blushed just a bit. After all, even if he only understood the word 'american', and Russia's mother tongue was beautiful.

Dont tell Russia the America thinks that, though.

America moved to kiss Russia, but thought better. Russia, noticing the lack of the kiss, let out a whine. 

A manly whine, mind you. 

"No. Ask." America instructed, as if he were telling a dog to roll over or shake his hand with a paw.

Russia bit his lip. Looking down at the shorter country, Russia let out a shaky sigh.

"поцелуй меня пожалуйста?"

America frowned, not understanding.

"English, please?"

Russia repeated what he had said, only this time, it was in english and not russian.

"Kiss me, please?"

America giggle at the 'please' cause Russia's voice had wavered uncertainly at that part. Complying to the Slav's request, America got on his tip toes, and kissed Russia.

After their little exchange and talk, the two walked out quickly, and made their way to the meeting room, and behaving as they usually did.

Just without the hostile insults and glares that were usually a custom to the meetings.

Of course, America had been patted down for firearms this time, and NATO and UN both kept a rather close eye on the Capitalist and the Communist's behaviour towards each other.

At the end of the meeting, UN had determined that the handcuffs were not needed for the next month, and the two countries, Russia and America, left the building together.

This time, Russia and America went to the American household, and not the Russian household.

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The states had remarked the more friendly than usual behavior between Russia and America.

As had Saskatchewan and Ontario, who had snuck over the border to play with some of the states.

Toronto had followed Ontario, just because, and played with the states and cities as well.

The three canadians had also noticed the pleasant atmosphere between the two.

And there was no denying that Russia and America were together when Toronto witnessed the two kissing.

He also took a picture and sent it to Montreal

Shush, thats not important

Anyways, Toronto questionned the two;

"How did you both get together, and so... friendly with each other?" asked his soft voice.

But dont let his soft voice mistaken you- Toronto is quite the hyperactive child most of the time.

And, the response, answered in sync by America and Russia, was;

"Handcuffs."