"Dad, I can take care of this myself!" A young man stood before his own father while his bright blue eyes blazed with furry. This was not the first time he begged his dear old dad for permission to venture into the forest, though, this time he had a mission to undermine his true intentions.

"Granny does need her monthly supplies!" A beautiful woman called softly from the kitchen.

The young hooligan turned towards his mother's voice and smiled brightly. "Thanks, Ma!" He shouted deeply into the house. The strong-willed son then looked back up at his frowning father with a question glaring in his adventurous eyes.

His father sighed and rubbed the sides of his dark blue face which only startled his wrinkles onto the surface of his once young skin. "Fine, but you have to take the carriage."

"Yes!" The energetic young man shouted and hugged his old man. "I'll get all the supplies together right away!" His usual tone jumped in volume due to his pure delight at the chance of freedom. That caught the attention of two younger boys. They peered around the stairwell wall with big, curious eyes directed at their one and only big brother.

Once seeing this, the adventurer released his father and strutted over to his siblings in a proud, mocking manner. "Hey, boys." The smug male smirked down at the curious children below him.

"Oi, Ame, you really leavin'?" A strong Australian accent pipped up from the younger of the two.

The famously nicknamed man nodded with an overly confident grin. "Sure am, Aussie!" He ruffled the navy blue boy's hair.

Aussie snarled like some of his most beloved animals. His sharp white teeth gnashed together and narrowly missed Ame's slender wrist.

The young man merely laughed at his younger brother's antics before looking down at the sudden tug on his long sleeve shirt. He found his other brother pleading with only his big green eyes.

"Please be safe, big bro." Tears formed in the corner of the young male's eyes which nearly melted Ame's heart.

"Don't worry, Nada, I'll be fine!" The older male picked up his red and white brother to comfort the tender hearted being. After a few seconds, he put the little one down and waved them off. "I have to pack now. Go play or something." He chuckled his charming little laugh and then went on his way to prepare for his first journey on his own.

✨🧺 Time skip brought to you by Nada's tears 🧺✨

So the dearly beloved Ame waved his kisses and goodbyes to his tearful family and started his journey into the dark woods. For some time now, Ame's family had been providing their grandmother food and supplies ever since she lost her Empire. For some reason, she chose to live deep in the woods away from most other countries. Most found the place to be utterly terrifying, but not Ame. This was all an exciting adventure to him.

Everything was jolly and well for the first few miles. The wind would whisper between the dying trees which would send shivers up the American's spine. He didn't dare turn back though. He was thriving off this freedom. In fact, he felt like he was changing because of it.

After a few hundred miles, Ame whistled happily as his carriage rocked and creaked to his tune. Everything sounded great until something like a deep, mournful howl broke apart his symphony. The hair on the back of Ame's neck stood on end as he slowed his carriage to a stop. He held his breath and listened as best he could into the dark depths of the forest surrounding him. Sweat started to form a line across his forehead. Never in his short life had he ever heard such a sound in his grandmother's forest. It was completely impossible. There was no way that there was a wolf in these woods. Everything was dead as far as he could see. How would one possibly survive? As he thought harder on this subject, he started to shiver violently from a sudden case of chills. There were three things he knew that were alive in this forest and those three things were whatever just howled, his horse, and himself.

His noble steed startled him out of his thoughts as the horse pawed the ground frantically.

"I got to get out of here." He whispered and gripped the reins tightly in his trembling hands. "ONWARD, FREEDOM!" He cried as loud as he could and raced off at an impressive speed as his horse neighed proudly. As the air whooshed around him, he could slightly hear the thunder of fast paced footsteps right behind him.

They treaded closer and closer until... BOOM!

Ame's carriage flipped into the air while being ripped in half. His horse, Freedom, simply fell over, but immediately jumped up and ran away quicker than the speed of light. In the middle of a bush of thorns, Ame's unconscious body was found laying in array of twisted limbs. It was such a gory sight indeed... too bad no one would ever see it.

✨🧺 Time skip brought to you by Freedom's fierce looks 🧺✨

Bright blue eyes fluttered open to find themselves in a dark and cool space. The young man groaned and tried to sit up, but pain shot through his body. "Aghhhh-!" He cried out which produced a series of echos throughout the dark space he was currently finding himself in. "W-where am I?" Ame's voice came out broken and cracked in the chilling darkness. As his eyes slowly adjusted, he saw something that slightly gleamed in the pale light of the cavern he way laying in. His ocean blue irises watched as the gleaming thing began to bristle and then began to growl.

"W-wo-WOLF!" Ame screamed at the top of his injured lungs which made the creature creep closer to him. Out of instinct, the terrified country tried to move away, but every muscle in his body gave up on him in that instant. "Please don't hurt me." The American whimpered and covered his face.

The wolf stopped in its tracks and studied the country before it.

As the silence stretched between them, Ame slowly uncovered his fear-filled eyes to find a handsome man staring back at him... completely naked.

Ame squeaked and hid his innocent eyes once again. He was sure he was hallucinating or possibly dead, so he just stayed silent, hoping that the good-looking man would leave him alone.

"A-are youu scaredd?" The bigger male struggled with his words as if he hadn't used his voice in a long time.

Ame peeked through his bloody fingers and watched the other male warily. "Y-yes."

Another stretch of silence settled between them until the wolf-man inched closer towards Ame while sniffing the air. "Sss-sorry. I am R-Russia." He grunted and growled to get a few simple words out which only frightened the American further.

"Oh..." America sighed and slowly lowered his stained pearl white fingers to the earthy floor of the cave. "My name is America." He muttered slowly but surely as he studied the half man half creature before him.

Russia seemed harmless in this country type state, but he definitely looked terrifying as a wolf. Seeing America lower his guard made the Russian wolf figure push his luck by scuffling closer to his frightened companion.

"What are you doing?" America panicked and tried to shove the Russian away.

The beast inside Russia would not calm down. America was this new thing and he was simply curious. The last time he saw another country was eighteen years ago, so this was almost altogether a new experience for him. So despite America's best efforts, Russia sniffed at the American's hands, feet, and anywhere else he could reach before being swatted away from America's bloodstained body.

"Stop that!" America huffed and glared at the very creature who no longer seemed like a threat. "Why did you bring me here? Where are we?" The American's strong attitude was coming back and all Russia could do was stare at him through curious puppy dog eyes.

"I f-found you h-hurt, s-so brought youu t-to my c-cave." Russia barked out and shook as if a mutt was trying to get the water off of his fur.

"Oh... you saved me?" America looked down at himself and frowned at all the blood dried to his clothing. "Does that mean I can leave?"

In that instant, the sweet little puppy snarled and began to shift into a raging wolf. "NOOOO-OOOOOOOOO!" Russia's shout mixed into a howl as he completed his furry transformation.

America shivered and looked directly into the cold eyes of the wolf. "I'm so sorry! I won't leave!" His blood soaked hands returned to his face as he cried, "Please don't hurt me!" Ame only heard a short growl and a dash of padded footsteps. Once he looked up, the huge wolf was gone. America sat in the dark for hours while softly singing sad melodies to keep him company in the Russian's empty and dark cave. The loneliness and chilling temperature of his surroundings made him burst into tears as he waited for the strange wolf creature to return.

✨🧺 Time skip brought to you by America's sad songs 🧺✨

The lone wolf returned back to his desolate cave near the base of a nearly forgotten mountain. The trees and shrubbery were bright and vibrant. Their plentiful leaves bounded together to hide the monster of the man living in the tower of weathered rocks. Though for once, Russia was extremely hesitant about entering his own home. America was laying in the depths of that cave and Russia knew the other must be unhappy with him. He did seem to scare the delicate creature no matter what he tried. In times like this, he wished his father was here to show him the way. When he was a young pup, that was all he had and he vaguely remembered most of the lessons his dear old dad taught him. The main lesson that stuck in his mind was how to hunt and to find a perfect mate. With those two missions circling in his thoughts, the wolf strutted into his lair to look for his wounded new friend.

Upon seeing the familiar sneaky gleam of Russia's fur coat, America hid his face immediately. He knew he made the other mad and he was hoping that the Russian would forgive him somehow. The last thing he would ever want was to be eaten.

Russia simply paced around the terrified American, trying to remember how to treat a mate in the first place.

One bright blue eye peered through his dirty fingers and met a very dark creature's eye. "Please just don't hurt me.... Russ?"

The jet black wolf stopped pacing in surprise and sat down on its giant haunches before transforming into a mystified Russian. "What you call me?" His accent came out thick and sharp which left Ame shivering in fear.

"I... I'm sorry. I forgot your name." America shook his head which made his short red, white, and blue hair sway to the side.

Russia pouted and crossed his huge, red sturdy arms. "It is Russia." His mate didn't even remember his name... It was a very disappointing experience for Russia to say the least.

"Sorry." America looked down with a deep frown carved into his face. For some reason, Russia's sad expression made him very uncomfortable.

"D-do y-you still want t-to leave?" Russia softly rubbed his forearm while looking down at his dirt floor. He just had to ask the other simply due to his curiosity.

America tensed up while staring at the bigger male in front of him. The other didn't seem to be angry, so he decided to speak from his heart. "I... I don't mind staying, b-but I'm not very comfortable here." America's lower lip began to tremble as he shivered due to the cold floor. He was freezing to the point he could barely feel his toes.

Russia stayed silent and looked down at the other's broken and bruised body. "Tomorrow I will take y-you home." His deep voice rumbled softly as he made his heavy promise. He thought America could be the one, but it seemed like no one would ever want to be his mate.

America slowly shook his head as he crossed his arms to bring him a bit of warmth to his chest. "I'm sorry but you can't take me back home." America's bright blue eyes filled with resolve. "I have to get this to my grandma before I can go home." The American revealed a small basket that contained many goodies that his grandmother would enjoy and he was determined to deliver them to her.

Russia eyed the American with interest. "A-alright. I will take y-you to grandmother." The half man nodded his head firmly and then moved closer to only cuddle with America. "First, we sleep." The handsome man then closed his eyes as he wrapped himself around the chilly American.

America shivered as he pressed himself against Russia for warmth. The being behind him was unusually warm and it brought America's damaged body much comfort. Though, the thoughts of the other man being naked and this close to him made him blush. He knew he needed Russia's warmth to survive the night, so he didn't complain and slowly fell asleep.

✨🧺 Time skip brought to you by premarital cuddling 🧺✨

Today was the day that America would complete his quest and he was never quite so happy. The only setback was that he was in deep agony from his broken legs and the Russian did not seem to understand.

"Get on my back." Russia commanded as he shifted into his country form for the fifth time in a row.

America sighed and crossed his arms. "I can't, Russia. My legs are broken. I can't move them!" He threw up his mud covered arms into the air with much exasperation.

Russia sighed and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Fine. I carry. Takes more time!" The Russian huffed and complained as he picked up the other country as if he weighed nothing which was no big surprise since Russia doubled in height to America.

"I didn't ask for my legs to be broken!" Ame scoffed and hugged the Russian in order to feel more secure in the other's arm. He had no idea what affect it had on the other even though he could hear the Russian's heart racing in his muscular chest.

They walked in a thick silence for the whole journey which neither of them really minded. America was content on resting in Russia's strong hold and Russia was used to saying nothing for extended periods of time. They eventually found themselves before America's grandmother's cottage. It was a quaint little stone building with various bright colored flowers thriving in its many flower beds.

America smiled brightly at the familiar structure, but immediately grabbed the sides of Russia's face in order to stop him. "You can't go in there."

Russia blinked at him through confused, dark brown eyes. "What?"

America glanced down at Russia's exposed abs with a deep frown. "You have to cover yourself up..." He hummed in thought as he wondered how he would do this. "Go around to that side of her cottage. I know where some extra clothes might be."

Russia grunted and followed the little American's directions. They walked around the cozy structure to only find a window covered with some remains of morning dew.

America motioned Russia to turn around by the window so that he could reach for the knobs that would slide it open. His grandmother did not believe in keeping her doors or windows locked simply because no one lived around her for miles.  The window opened up easily which allowed America to peak through the empty room which was the place for guests when they visited her. America and his family had stayed in that very room over the holidays and for random reunions. "Help me in there, Russia." Ame whispered quietly into the silent house.

Russia immediately complied by tossing America through the window.

The American yelped as pain set a fire throughout his body. Hot tears came to his eyes as he felt himself get picked up again by the rough and uncivilized Russian. "Why would you throw me like that!" Ame whisper-yelled as the tears rolled down his stripped cheeks.

"Like what?" Russia tilted his head as his dark eyes searched the other's. He generally did not understand what he did wrong.

"I'm hurt! You have to be gentle with me!" America whimpered and hid his face into Russia's neck as he continued to cry.

Russia was extremely confused so he gently laid America on the bed. "Why?"

"Because you can hurt me more!" America glared at the ceiling because he was in too much pain to bother to look at Russia.

"Oh." Russia muttered softly as he looked around the plain room. It was small and the walls were snow white. The biggest piece of furniture was the rickety old bed America was laying on. There was a tiny night stand in the corner and a medium size dresser by the window. There were two simply designed doors that led to a small closet space and in the other corner of the room there was another door. It was very plain and, in comparison to Russia, very small.

America lazily motioned towards the closet and sighed sadly. "Look in there for some clothing. My father's old clothes might still be in there and you might possibly could fit into some of them." He then slowly sat up and started to undress himself to try and see how bad his injuries were.

Russia couldn't help but to watch America with wild and curious eyes. Clothing was such a weird concept to Russia, but it seemed as natural as breathing to America.

Eventually America caught him staring and shooed Russia away with an angry look.

The Russian sighed and trudged towards the weird doors before him. He ripped them open and accidentally broke off a few pieces of its delicate wood which made America sigh exasperatedly.

"Stop breaking stuff!" The American scolded which made the wolf in Russia to pout and huff.

He ripped out some clothes that seemed to interest him and stomped back over to America. "Put them on me." The Russian commanded and then dropped the pile of clothing into America's nearly exposed lap.

"You don't know how to do it yourself?" America narrowed his eyebrows skeptically at the Russian. There was no way this wolf creature couldn't figure it out on his own.

Russia stubbornly shook his head and looked down at America expectedly.

"Fine come here..." America picked up one of his father's collared shirts and pulled it over the massive mess of Russia's snow white curls.

The cotton shirt clung to Russia's chest tightly, but the werewolf didn't seem to mind.

America dug through the pile of clothing to try to find some underwear for the other, but he didn't find a thing. "Russia, where's your undies?" He couldn't help but to say it in a mocking tone. Ame was pretty sure Russia was older than him, yet he was taking care of the brute like some small child.

"What?" Russia scrunched up his face as he itched his ear without a care in the world.

America sighed and moved the pile of Russia's new clothes off of him. He pulled off his tights with great care which revealed some very blood soaked boxers. "They look like this."

Russia studied America's undergarments very closely until he reached out to touch them.

America gawked at the idiot towering over him. "Stop it!" He hissed and swatted at Russia's massive hand.

Russia growled and stalked off in search of some underwear of his own.

"Dumb *ss." America muttered while looking down at his bloody legs. No bones were sticking out, but one of his ankles were badly swollen and the other leg actually seemed to be fine, but he just couldn't move it. There were scratches and cuts everywhere on his body, but besides that he was fine.

Russia came back with some boxers and he already had them on with a proud smirk on his face.

America only giggled and motioned the Russian closer. "You have them on backwards, dummy." He did his best to pull off Russia's boxers, but he could only get half the job done. Russia was way too tall and America couldn't reach that far. "Just turn it this way." The American explained while showing his new companion how to wear it correctly.

"Oh." Russia mumbled as he pulled them on again.

"Now pants and you are done." America nodded with a warm smile.

Russia tried to smile back, but it came out as a grimace which made America giggle. Both of their hearts began to warm in that moment Russia's instincts took over. "You are my mate now."

"What?" America's squeaked with raised eyebrows.

"I want you." Russia stared into America's eyes with a deadly serious expression.

America gulped and studied the almost fully clothed Russian. "I can't be your mate, Russia." He crossed his dirt caked arms and turned his face away from the other.

Russia shook his head and climbed onto the bed in order to crawl over the American. "It has to be you." The Russian murmured firmly as he tried to make America look at him again.

America was blushing now with complete embarrassment. "No. I'm not like you."

"I can make you." Russia shrugged with an innocent look.

"You can make me what?!" America shifted his head to look directly into Russia's soft brown eyes. The Russian didn't seem to be trying to threaten him but he did seem like he was trying to explain something to America. "What do you mean?"

"I bite you. You are my mate. You wolf like me!" Russia nodded excitedly and licked America's cheek with a tender look in his eyes.

America giggled and gently held Russia's face. "You are so sweet, but I can't become a wolf. I have family to take care of."

Russia looked very sad and conflicted for a moment before pulling away from America. "I wanted you as family. Plus wolf heals you..." He poked America's broken ankle to prove a point.

America winced with pain and thought his options through. "If I become a wolf can I still go see my family?"

Russia turned around suddenly with a delighted look on his face and nodded swiftly. "Yes! Yes!"

America thought over all the possibilities with a distracted frown. "Will it hurt?"

Russia lowered his head and nodded. "Yes, father said it hurts very bad." He muttered as he slowly crawled back onto the bed to join America's side.

America's frown deepened but he was finally coming to a decision. "If I become a wolf, must I become your mate."

Russia licked America's cheek again. "No, but I want you."

America blushed and gave Russia a soft kiss on the cheek. "Let me think about it. I want to get to know you first."

Russia slowly started to blush as he studied the American. "What was that?"

America giggled and patted Russia's head. "That's a kiss." He leaned over and kissed Russia's nose which made the other country back away with a bright blush.

"It is nice..." The Russian muttered quietly and looked down.

"Yeah, I know." America smiled softly at the other while remembering his mother's kisses on his forehead. They brought him so much comfort and made him feel so loved. "Well... change me into a wolf so that I can walk again!" America cheered and pulled Russia's arm towards him.

Russia gave America a once over before nodding. "Okay." He crawled over the other once again and pushed him firmly against the bed.

America began to blush as he watched Russia lean closer towards his face and then stop at the nape of his neck.

"Do not cry. Makes it hard." Russia murmured softly into America's ear before softly biting into the collar of Ame's neck with his sharp teeth.

America whimpered softly and hugged Russia with all his might. Despite that the other was biting him, Russia was extremely gentle with the American.

As soon as he drew blood, the Russian immediately backed off and watched with bewitched eyes. The transformation from man to wolf was a beholding sight to see.

America shivered uncontrollably and whimpered as pain shot through his body, but soon the suffering came to an end and he became stronger and a lot hungrier. For a brief second, his body felt completely different, but then everything returned to normal. He pushed himself up and looked down at his legs. He wiggled his toes and grinned because he regained feeling in all of them. Plus, his broken ankle was no longer swollen. The healed country slowly stood up and smiled brightly when he felt nothing out of the ordinary. "I'm okay!" America cried out happily and ran to hug Russia.

Russia grinned back at America and welcomed him into his arms with many licks and sloppy kisses.

America giggled before pushing Russia off of him. "Hurry and get dressed so that I can see my grandmother!"

The two happy creatures pulled on their clothes and hopped back out the window. They ran around to the front of the cottage and skipped up its stone steps.

America knocked on the door before coming into his holiday hideout. "Grandma, it's me, America!!!" The excited young man called into the warm atmosphere of the building.

There were only three rooms in the house and there was no response coming from any one of them.

"Grandma?" America furrowed his eyebrows and left his basket of goods on her wooden countertop.

Russia placed a gentle hand on Ame's shoulder and pointed to a bloody mess near the very back of the small kitchen area.

"Oh my god!" America shouted as fear tickled his mind. He ran towards the unexpected puddle of blood only to find a trail of it leading out the back door. With wild eyes, America turned to find Russia. "We have to go find her!" He begged and grabbed the Russian's big forearm.

Russia nodded with a very stern and serious expression. He held onto America's hand and pulled him out of the building to follow the bloody trail that led deeper into the dark and silent woods.

✨🧺 Time skip brought to you by America's now sharp teeth 🧺✨

The two journeyed for miles through the thick forest until they arrived at a very small town where the blood trail ended.

"Maybe we should talk to the locals. Maybe they would know something that could help us." America gave Russia a very urgent look as they hid behind a large boulder which rested at the edge of town.

Russia shook his head and bit his lip. "This is bad place, America. We can not stay here."

An alarmed feeling spread through America's chest as he glared at Russia with confusion. "What do you mean? My grandmother might be hurt in this town and I want to find her!" The emotional creature huffed and peeked around the rock to only notice a group of residents gathering in the middle of town.

Russia grabbed the American and shook his head firmly. "We are not going."

"Well I am." Determination burned in his bright blue eyes as he struggled out of Russia's grip and ran full forced at the group of countries.

Russia growled and followed after his mate to be. Even though this was not a good idea, he wasn't going to let the American tackle this problem on his own.

With a bright smile, America tapped on a tall and skinny man's shoulder and waited politely to be noticed.

"Um. Who are you?" A blue and white striped country sneered down at the small and bloody American.

"Well, I live a few miles north of here. I was visiting my grandma who lives in this area, but when I went to find her she was gone!" America explained with alert eyes as Russia walked up behind him with a sour look on his face.

The tall man glared at the Russian and rolled his eyes with a disgruntled look. "Kid, I can't help you. None of us can. Just go home. And make sure you take your big friend with you." The rotten villager spat at the ground as he gave Russia a disgusted look.

"Why not? What's going on that's more important than a missing country?" A cold storm brewed in America's eyes as an uncontrollable anger he never felt before stirred in his stomach. This man insulted his Russia and refused to help them. It honestly made him furious. He glared directly into the stranger's light brown eyes to hopefully get a response out of him.

"We're having a village emergency. Now get out of here and scram. None of this concerns you anyway." The stranger growled and shoved America straight into Russia.

America scoffed and turned to look at his Russian companion. "Can you believe that man?"

Russia frowned at America and shook his head. He then pointed to a figure tied to a stick in the middle of the gathered villagers. The figure was covered with a brown bag, but it was singing a very familiar tune.

America's jaw slacked as he stared and listened to the unknown country's elderly voice. "Oh my god. That's my grandma." He whispered as he blinked with disbelief.

Russia shook his head and growled. "I hate this place."

America looked up at Russia with worried blue eyes. "Yeah, I'm starting to see what you mean..." He crossed his arms and looked back at his restrained grandmother. "How in the heck do we save her?"

Russia sighed softly and turned plans over in his mind until a confident smile covered his dark and handsome features. "I have an idea."

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SO THATS THE END OF CHAPTER ONE FOLKS!

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT.

Now, I know little red riding hood is a German tale, but I was really in the mood for RusAme so bing bang boom I did what I wanted.

Plus... if this goes well, I'll be doing other fairytale based stories with country humans (with different ships of course).

So let me know what ya think!!!!!!

~ Wordsperminute is OUT!!!