America was sitting against the wall just outside of the conference room. The others were still packing their stuff, and in America's opinion, were taking too long.
America let out a soft sigh, standing up and pacing to the end of the hall. He hated sitting down, he had to be doing something.
America's boss invited the axis and allies to stay with them, primarily America, for a week or two.
America was not looking forward to it, as much as he liked the other countries, he had work to do and they would only prevent him from that.
No time to waste though. America let out a sigh, and quickly replaced his frown with a Hollywood smile as the other countries exited the conference room.
America could only fit 4 people in his car, which meant two had to be used, which led to some debate. Certain countries refused to be in a car together. So the axis took a car, and China joined them.
In the back seat of America's car, France and England bickered consistently with each other. They shot insults faster than America could pull a trigger. Russia sat in the front next to America.
America didn't really notice Russia staring, as he focused more on giving Germany plenty of time in advance on turns. He just happened to notice Russia's violet eyes trained on him.
"Can I help you?" America asked. Russia didn't respond.
This is gonna be a long week.

America pulled into the driveway of the vacation home. It was simple and somewhat old timey.
The axis pulled in behind America's car, at the same time the door opened and Frace and England wrestled to the ground. "Could you guys stop, we're here." All that came back was England yelling 'can it fatass!' America started walking up to the door, expecting the other countries to follow. The door was unlocked, but inside was a key hanging on a hook. When America turned around he found that the only person he followed him was Russia.
"Jeez dude! Are you trying to give me a heart attack!" Russia blinked and grinned creepily. America turned back around and proceeded through the house. He claimed a room, as did Russia. Eventually Germany and Italy found their way inside, and claimed a room together. Japan and England followed shortly, while France and China slowly made their way inside.

The ignored each other for a while, before America headed out into the kitchen. Everything was pre-stocked, which was nice. He didn't have to leave the house, and there was a lot of stuff he probably wouldn't have bought. The smell of cooking food drew Germany, Italy, China and France out of their rooms.
For the first time they all had a constructive talk. Exchanging human names and an occasional joke. Russia eventually joined the group, not long after America finished making supper.
China called Japan and England, and they all ate. Italy continued a conversation with France and China, occasionally another country would jump in, but not for long.
When Germany finished he stood up, complemented America and left. As the other countries finished they did the same. America finished and left to start dishes. With there being eight of them, they wouldn't have enough dishes for the morning.
America was deep in thought when another set of hands joined him.
"Do you need to say something?" America asked Russia. "This is the third time that you have been approached me, but not saying anything." America never looked up.
"Is it anything you need to hear?" The Russian responded. Silence spread between them. "Okay," America set down the plate he was cleaning, "Let's try to keep this civil. I don't need to deal with my boss right now."
"I can hold my tongue, whether or not you do doesn't bother me capitalist pig." Russia grabbed the plate from America and began drying it. America glared at him, but didn't say anything. Once they finished, they returned to their rooms. America changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed. He didn't exactly fall asleep though. For a while, America played on his phone, listening to the sounds of the other countries scurrying though the halls getting ready for bed.
America waited for everyone to stop moving around before heading out to finish his bed time routine.
America was brushing his teeth, humming quietly to himself. He leaned down to spit and came up to see Russia standing behind him in the bathroom mirror.
America whirled around, "Russia I'm serious!"
"So am I." Then their lips were pressed together. America froze in shock. Russia held him close and firmly placed his palm on the small of America's back. When the shock passed, America wormed out of Russia's grasp.
His hand covered his mouth, while Russia continued to watch him, and eyebrow raised in amusement.
"Do you think this is funny!" America cried.
"I don't find it funny at all. I am admitting I like you." Russia responded. America's back was pressed against the wall. His head was spinning. By the time he regained his senses, Russia was gone.

The next day, both of them avoided each other like the plague. America suggested going to the beach. It wasn't big, but it would get them outside. They followed the same driving situations, but England and Russia switched spots. America said it was because of England and France's fighting, when really he didn't want to talk to Russia.
America wasn't really sure on his feelings. Part of him fluttered at the thought of Russia's lips on his, the other was horrified. But he really wanted to do it again.
I shouldn't feel this way. He's my enemy.
America was so lost in thought that he didn't notice he was drifting off the road. England yelled at him, and America jerked the wheel. The car jerked back into the lane.
"Sorry dude's, I'm just a little tired." America said, flashing a smile. England scowled, "I don't want you risking our lives for a thrill."
America shook his head. "Won't happen again."
They arrived at the beach soon enough. It was nice and secluded. Italy ran past the allies, throwing off his shirt as he ran. The others exchanged looks before following. The enthusiasm that Italy had expressed was soon found in all the other countries as well.
France and Italy splashed each other, while Germany, America and China raced each other. Russia and England sat in the sand, Russia attempting to build a sand castle. Japan helping occasionally, otherwise sitting in the water watching.
America was aware that Germany and China had stopped and turned back long before America did. But he needed time alone. He needed to think.
America made it to the other side of the lake, and pulled himself up onto shore. He rested there staring across the water. He couldn't see much without his glasses, but he was trained on the pale body across from him. He laid back on the sand.
America stayed there for several minutes before standing and wading out into the water. He walked until he was chest deep before letting himself float.
America loved swimming, it made him feel light, and like he could actually do something. He began to swim back to the other side of the lake. He stopped once he was close enough to hear the others.
Bobbing in the water, America listened and watched. It was peaceful, and honestly so nice.
America continued back to shore, where England immediately jumped on the opportunity to scold him.
"Oh, leave him alone." France called, then beckoning America to join him and Italy.

After several hours they drove back. America didn't bother to pull a shirt on, and the others fell asleep in the car. They were all tired from the day of play and sun. While they were driving, America heard a voice pipe up. "I haven't been this warm in years." America felt a pang of sadness for Russia, but shook it off.
"Then it's a good thing that we went today." America responded as neutral as possible. He caught a glimpse at the man in the mirror. Russia looked so happy. America felt it again, the knot in his stomach, the same one that he felt for most of last night and when they...
Kissed.
When they pulled back into the driveway, America threw the car into park and flung the door open. He didn't bother to close it. He fumbled with the key to unlock the door and ran into his room.
What's going on? Is this some sort of communist power or something?
There was a knock on his door.
"America-san, are you aright?" Japan asked.
"Uh, yeah dude, I think the heat got to me. I'm gonna rest for a while." America replied, not really wanting to deal with anyone.

America didn't leave his room until late, he found China in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"Hey dude, whatcha making?" America asked, making the other country jump. "Don't sneak up on me like the aiya!" China exclaimed a hand resting on his chest.
"Sorry." America said sheepishly.
China shook his head, "Now get out of the kitchen, I don't need any distractions. Especially from you."
America cocked his head, but did as China asked.
What did he mean by that? America wondered.
The door swung shut and America sat down on the couch. He flicked on the t.v and opened a notebook, doodling little objects as cartoons or animated people. He didn't do realistic drawing. An hour passed and a few other nations joined him. He briefly remembered hearing England turn off the t.v and then start arguing with France. Germany, Italy and Japan had found a seat together and were talking civilized with each other as normal. The only person missing was Russia. When America realized this he frowned. Then he noticed the shadow over his shoulder, and sighed.
"Russia, dude, you're in my light."
"Sorry, but that is very good." Russia said, indicating to the drawing America was doing.
"Thanks." There was a moment of hesitation. "You can watch if you want."
Russia knelt down next to America so he wasn't blocking the light. America pretty much forgot he was there. Soon enough China called them in for dinner. When America saw China their previous conversation came back.
Am I really that annoying? Does no one like me?
America ended up picking at his food. "America be polite." England hissed at him. America ate, but not completely. He thought his silence went unnoticed, unfortunately though, someone did notice.
"America are you all right?" Germany asked. In a sudden swell of emotion, America shoved backwards in his chair, and with his voice straining responded, "Yes I'm fine," Before leaving the room. He locked his door and slide down against the wall. Everything was bubbling over, he was losing control of his emotions and he hated it. America wiped at his tears and stood up. He walked over to the window and opened it, letting the late June air fill the room. America hoisted himself onto the windowsill and let his feet dangle out the window as he stared into the night.
America's thoughts were running a mile a minute, his actual senses were 'turned off' which gave Russia plenty of time to enter America's room without him noticing.
Russia didn't say anything to the other nation, although he wanted to. After almost five minutes, Russia cleared his throat, getting America's attention.
"What do you want?" America mumbled. "Let's talk, da?"
The young nation didn't respond, so Russia started. "Why are you upset?"
"Why does it matter?" America fired back.
"Because I'm worried." Russia replied.
America dropped his head and sighed. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I always am." America said in a near whisper. Russia took a step closer. "Is this about last night?" America tensed up. "It is isn't it." Russia said sadly. He turned to leave. America scrambled out of the windowsill, causing a thud as he lost his balance. "No, wait." He gasped reaching for Russia. Russia took America's hand and helped pull him up. They stood maybe a foot apart, unsure blue eyes meeting Russia's more confident violet. "I think I'm more in shock, arguing with myself, trying to figure out how I feel." America confessed. "Before last night I never would have even thought about liking you, but now?" America shook his head. "I'm just confused." Russia listened to what the blond nation said, nodding slightly. "What does your heart say?" Russia pressed.
America dropped his gaze. "My heart's been telling me to kiss back from that very second." America's face pink from the blush that settled there. Russia smiled and slid a hand under America's chin, tipping his head up so they were looking at each other.
"You should always follow your heart, da?" America nodded and threw his arms around Russia's neck, pulling him so their chests were flush.
They didn't kiss right away, America lost his confidence after pulling Russia close to him. The taller nation waited before leaning in, so their foreheads touched.
America was the one who pressed their lips together. In a moment of sudden bliss both nations seemed to click. Russia grabbed America's waist and held him with one hand, while the other pressed against the side of America's face. America slid a hand up into Russia's hair, the other continued to hold on to Russia's neck.
It was passionate, but it lacked any lust, it was them finally getting to touch. When they pulled away for air, they maintained eye contact, the passion from the kiss continuing in their gaze. They stayed like that for a long time, before Russia broke the silence. "So what was bothering you?"
America sighed and told Russia his thoughts.
"I dunno man, am I really that bad?" They were sitting on the bed now, sitting almost shoulder to shoulder staring out the window. At least America was, Russia was fixed on America. "There's nothing wrong with you." Russia said softly. "Da, you can be a little loud, but you're young and you should enjoy yourself while you can." America sighed, "I feel like everyone hates me though."
"Not everyone." Russia responded, lifting America's hand to his lips. The american giggled and leaned against Russia's shoulder. "No, maybe not everyone." After several minutes, Russia realised that America fell asleep, and adjusted the young man in bed. Russia pressed a final kiss against America's temple before heading to his own room.

America woke up early the next morning and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. Germany was already in there, and when he saw America, his brow creased in concern. "How are you?" America flashed him a smile. "I'm great!" Germany smiled a little, "Good to hear."
America busied himself by making pancakes. They would never be as good as his brother, Canada's, but he wanted to make breakfast for the other nations. Germany offered to help, and America let him. The two made enough pancakes for everyone, America teasing and laughing the whole time.
One by one, sleepy nations filled in. Russia walked into the kitchen and slid an arm around America's waist, squeezing him.
"How'd you sleep?" America asked him. "Fine." The Russian said with a yawn. Russia wandered to the table and sat down. Germany gave America a quizzical look. "I'll explain later." America told him and carried the pancakes over to the table. He slid into the empty chair next to Russia and smiled at him. America always drowned his pancakes in syrup, and while he replaced the cap on the bottle he heard a mutters, 'fatass' 'slob'. America looked down, embarrassed. Russia started to stand glaring at the people who had spoke and the table fell silent.
"Russia. It's fine." America said quickly.
"Nyet it's not." Russia replied still glaring. America tugged him back into his chair. They ate in silence until France spoke up, "What happened between you two?"
The new couple exchanged a look. "Something that should have happened a long time ago." America responded, not looking at France. Russia took America's hand and smiled.
"Oh God, their dating." England muttered in disbelief.
"Are we going to have a problem?" Russia asked starting to pull away. America tightened his grip, looked at Russia and shook his head.
"Ve~ Good for you! You seem happy!" Italy bounced in his seat.
"Da, we are." Russia agreed. The life seemed to return to the table as the group discussed their plans for the rest of the day.
America could care less about what they did. He was just happy being with Russia.
They end of their vacation was sad, as they knew that it would be several months before they saw each other in person again, and they had to hide their relationship from their bosses, but they were willing to try, as neither of them knew that such a joy could come from someone they thought they hated.