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Russia's POV
"Meri?! Did you steal my clothes?! Cause 4 of them were gone and I cant seem to find it!"I yelled across the room, so America can hear me
I heard a loud shuffling, that somehow can be heard from here "UHMNNN....NOO?...." america said, it sound like a question more than an answer
"I know you're lying meri!!!" I searched through the laundry and theres no signs of them, I know America stole them, he always steal my clothes
"NOOOOO IM NOOOT" america sounds nervous, so he's obviously lying, he's really not that good at lying sometimes
I walked to our room, and see america under our bed, putting something on his secret box, its wrapped in white, and red stripes ribbon and theres a note on his secret box, it says "MYSTERY BOX DONT OPEN!!!" In America's messy writting, the box is so big
"God, meri...I know that box is ALL of my clothes you stole" I said, annoyed, I just want to wear my favourite clothes
"not all! I didn't stole your ushanka...and your boxers...." america says, that last ones a lie, and I know it
"Yo-you stole my boxers?!" I semi yelled, I was embarrassed, why did he steal my boxers!?
"N-no..." he stuttered, yep he definitely stole my boxers
I groaned and I have an idea
"you know we can just buy the clothes I wear, we have a lot of money "
"But....I can't smell your scent.." america mumbled, I didnt get the last one he said
"What?"
"We shouldn't! We can share our clothes like your dad says!!"
"Dont bring my dad into this argument!!" I groaned, my dad is USSR as you can tell, he is not exactly the best dad but not the worse either so he is a fine dad
"But your scent smells roses and cinnamon, ITS SMELLS GOOOOOOD!"
"Thats kind of weird....its like you're my stalker but you're my.... bestfriend" that hurt, saying that, I wanna cry a little bit but I hold my tears back
America looked hurt, his eyes were saddened and his smile flattered
"Yeah...im sorry, I can give your clothes back, I dont need it anyways" America said, he is lying, his eyes were not focusing into mine, and his body language says otherwise
"Fine meri, you can have my clothes BUT! You can't stole my other ones"
"Thats the point! If I you dont wear yo- our clothes, I can't smell your sceeeent!!!!" America groaned, like Its the most obvious thing in the world
"Wont it be dirty?"
"Nope"
"Okay you stop eating burgers then! I hate the smell of burgers, and especially the restaurant itself"
"h-how can anyone hate McDonald's?..."
"Vegans or vegetarian"
"Sorry but you have to smell burgers the rest of your life" I grabbed the box out of ame's hand, "HEY!!"
"Then you can't steal my clothes, I will have traps all over the laundry machine and you cant get to my clothe-"i was cut of by" our clothes" America corrected, I looked at him and he looked at me
I groaned "our...clothes"
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I was semi-asleep from the couch we sleeped in, and theres America in my hands but he is softer than usual
Wait...
I opened my eyes and just see america's body pillow, and the picture was America himself, its kind of a weird story,( my next chapter idea)
Then I heared a loud thud, and a scream
That worried me so I go up to the laundry room, and see america in my sweater
Its a little bit oversized, my sweater is light brown , and theres a picture a sickle and hammer print into it, my dad made it cause I was his number one proud communists, it was his clothes but I wore it when I was a teen, I dont wear it anymore, cause im not really a communist
"America...?"
He looked at me and his eyes are sad " I was walking out of your room and THE WATER BUCKET POUR IN ME!!!"
"I mean I warned you..."
"But I wet your favorite sweater, and its my favorite sweater..."
"Aren't you a capitalist??" He looks at me and nod
"I mean yeaah...but, I feel like im.inside of you, like im you , and I feel like i can be tall, I know im average but goddamn you're tall" okay the inside of you thing was kind of perverted and we know that I will be the top- no russia no
"That inside of you was kind of perverted, but who cares"
I groaned "you know, like japan said, were act like married couple, and now I can see it"
"I mean I wouldn't mind to
be your housewife" I imagine america in a maids outfit and that made me a bit flustered
"I know you know that I do the cooking here,"
"But th-"
"And the cleaning"
"But la-"
"and the laundry and everything you never do anything, but being a money maker" america seemed offended, he huffed and crosses his arms
"Dude being a business man is frucking hard" (pretend frucking is a bad word)
"Uh? Im like being a housewife more than you"
"True...but does this sweater looked cute on me?" America looked at me, and smirked
I blushed and shouted "AME!"
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900+ words, sorry if I was late just like the ol' writer's block
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~Oneshot Rusame~
Random------- and maybe other ships too (that one is a lie) also theres no smut, sorry(cant write that ;-;) I update the chapters when im already done writing this oneshot, cause my grammar S U C K S Also im just practicing my writing, so in school my sto...
