Decided to do a July 4th special lol (IM SO SORRY I MISSED THE JUNE 12TH ONE LAST MONTH THO CUZ IT WAS AWKWARD WITH PHIL AND RUS SHARING IT AND I SHIP PHILAME SO-)

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Theres gonna be a bit of stuff changed here

(Play the song when indicated)

WARNING: Includes TRxUSSR, a seggsy flirt scene, and fluff

Fem!AmericaxMale!Russia

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(Nobody POV)

Jul 3, 2023, 6:32 AM. Los Angeles International Airport.

Ding, Dong!

"Attention all passengers. We have now arrived at our destination. Thank you for flying with (----). We hope to see you again. Welcome to Los Angeles."

"Hmm?..." a sleepy Russian mumbled, as he woke up from the long flight, and opened his eyes lazily. "We're here, sleepy-head!" Ukraine exclaimed, clearpy excited and somehow still having lots of energy.

The Ukrainian boy twirled around in excitement, his short skirt flowing like waves. TR smiled at his three eldest children, the German one cleaning up, clutching a large textbook underneath her right arm. Germany fixed her crooked glasses and turned to face the younger kids.

"Man, I haven't rode in an Airbus Premium Lounge in so long! And there's so many new things that I have no idea about," Kazakhstan exclaimed, stretching her wings. You could hear faint cracking as she did so; the look on her face as she stretched made it obvious enough that she really needed that.

Sadly though, they all heard a sinister: "SLAP!"

"OWWWW- WHO HIT ME??" Belarus screeched, hus head bursting as a migraine crashed onto him, the result of being interrupted while looking into the future.

"Not my fault you were future-seeing there, Bel!" Kazhakstan spat at the Belarusian, venom laced in his words.

"But you could've avoided hitting me right?!-"

"Peace, my children, peace," USSR said in an oddly calm voice. She furrowed her eyebrows, however, when she saw the stairs going to the exit of the plane open at the corner of her eyes. "We should go down now. We still have lots to do."

"Dear, do you know where Sputnik and Layla went?" Third Reich asked, looking around for the family cat and dog. Soviet then pointed at a small pile of garbage in the corner. Sputnik popped out, holding a bottle still filled with vodka; to which Layla steals it and runs toward Soviet. The union happily accepts it; you know how she loves her vodka.

Everyone ended up ready, holding their carry on baggages in their arms. A flight attendant went up the stairs and helped them go out of the plane. The second they went out of the bridge and into the arrival area, they were greeted with the smell of burgers, fries, and all that American whatnot.

They all started moving towards the baggage retrieval area, happily chatting amongst each other. They were getting a lot of stares though...

"Brother, why do you have to be a famous figure skater and hockey player?" Belarus asked his eldest brother.

"And why do you have to be a famous ballerina?"

"Touchè."

Basically, the Russo-German family bled money and fame, and they didn't give a flying fuck about it.

Russia was a famous ice skater and hockey player, his rivals being Finland and Canada, respectively. Germany was a famous violinist and pianist, his classical music being rivalled only by his good friend, Italy. Ukraine was a florist and a botanist, she is the head scientist of France's fashion company.

(Let's just say that her company is Louis Vitton + Shein + (Adidas + Nike + Converse) + a shit ton of jewelry + (make-up × 50) + baguette)

Kazakhstan is a famous hunter, he even has his own tv shows displaying it. and lastly, Belarus is a famous ballerina, New Zealand being the only one who can do as well as he can.

As I said, they bleed money, and they don't give a single shit about it.

Well... so does a certain burger addict.

"Hey, Ukraine!" shouted someone. They all turned to see a with three vertical stripes, the side stripes being red, and the middle one being white. In the center was a curious looking, red leaf that looked like a maple (or weed).

"Over here!"

"OH! Hi Maple!" Ukraine exclaimed, skipping towards the tall Canadian, hugging him very tightly. "You ready to make the best birthday party?" Canada grinned.

"YEAH!!"

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"Omg he is NOT prepared to see THIS!!"

Once the family met Canada, they went over to a large limousine (Did I spell that right?...) and headed towards Britain's house. Once they arrived, all were tired after a long drive, so they all dumped their stuff and went to bed. The following morning, they all woke up very early in order to prepare the ENTIRE HOUSE for a huge birthday bash! Indeed New Zealand was right to say that America was NOT prepared to see all of it.

The entire house was decorated with his favorite things: (fake) plants were scattered all over (he was allergic to certain ones), vines hung from the ceiling, lanterns with actual fireflies in it (you'll know why later), and red, blue, and white roses popping out from the vast green. And to add on to the mix, Australia's pets (the safe and trained ones at least) were moving around, adding onto the jungle feel, and so much more.

They had so many activities planned as well.

The second they finished decorating, they all closed the lights and hid, everyone clutching huge-ass party poopers while silently waiting for Canada to open the front door.

1 minute...

2 minutes...

3 minutes...

4...

5...

6...

"Canada why is it so dark?..."

BOOM!

"SURPRISE!!"

America was at a loss of words, his shock plastered all over his face. Soon however, it turned into pure happiness. "Oh my gosh, you guys..." They all only grinned wider when he said this.

America then came to hug every single one of them, the final one being Russia, whom he also pecked on the lips.

"OOOOOOHHHHH!"

"OH SHUDDUP GUYS!-"

And so, the party started.

Now, the first part was with family. It was a very casual and calm party.

Not much happened though so let's just casually skip that part-

The fun all started when it was his friends now.

Once his close relatives left the house, his friends arrived and whooo boy did they had fun.

"AHHAHAH! OMG YOU LOOK SO WASTED SOUTH!" Japan screamed as South dumped his face in an ice bucket (he was dared to). "I'm not wasted I'm just drunk!" he protested, though everyone was clearly unconvinced.

"Can you tell the time?"

"Yes."

"Then what time is it?"

"Its... time."

Everyone died of laughter after he said so, Japan even turning into a red cat for a few seconds.

"Ok, ok!" South growled in frustration. "Fine, I am wasted. America, Truth or Dare?"

"DARE! I ain't no coward!" she grinned, seemingly confident at first glance, but in reality, she's really nervous inside.

"I dare you to flirt with Russia! And Russia, you can flirt back if you want!"

"WHAT?!" both the birthday girl and her boyfriend shrieked, to which they both looked at each other, only to look away again bashfully.

Too bad for Russia, America got cocky again.

"Hey Russia," she calls out to the Russian. He looks back towards his girlfriend, his face turning very red. America's sweater was off both of her shoulders, highlighting her slightly pinkish and incredibly smooth white skin. The only problem was...

The top part of her breast was very visible.

Russia couldn't stop staring at it either, his mind wandering and thinking of intrusive thoughts he never thought would've crossed his mind. He also soon realized that his nose was bleeding, though he was too distracted to wipe it off.

"Hey playboy, my eyes are up here, you know~?" America said seductively, pointing at her eyes to support her point. "I know my chest looks very... intruiging, but I think you should give a bit more credit to my beautiful eyes~," she said, putting her arm under breasts and moving it up and down, teasing the poor Russian who gulped nervously in response. But an idea popped into his head.

And that doesn't sound good for America.

"Who said they were your breasts?~" Russia growled seductively, making his voice deeper and his accent more evident, knowing America loves hearing it. She only looked at him in confusion, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"They're mine to keep, you know~... or rather...

You are mine to keep.~" Russia leaned in close to her ear and whispered very seductively, to which Ame bursts out:

"OK I'M DONE WITH THIS SHIT! WHO THE FUCK TAUGHT YOU THAT??"

...

"You."

(Play the song here)

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The night went on and on for them, soon, they were all tired and maybe wasted. But the night was not over yet.

"Hey Ame, come outside with me, will you?" Russia said, holding his girlfriend by her wrist, giving her a loving look. "Of course," she responded; how could she say no to that look?

But when she went out, a surprise greeted her.

"Release!" Australia shouted, to which everyone, who was holding a lantern, opened the cages and released all the fireflies. They all scattered into the night, making a beautiful scene.

"Woah..."

"America?"

"Yes, Russia?" she responded, looking at her boyfriend beside her. "How was tonight?" he asked. "It's amazing. All thanks to you, love," she smiled, knowing that her thanks can never be put into words.

"Do you want it to be better?"

"Why would I need it to be better?"

"America..." said Russia, kneeling down in front of his 'girlfriend' holding a small velvet box in his hands.

"Russia?..." she asks, not knowing what her 'boyfriend' is doing.

"Will you marry me?"

Quite suddenly, everything around her became even more beautiful than it was, the fireflies bringing light that was nothing compared to the ring in front of her. The ring seemed simple, but when you look closely, it has vines intertwined in it, spelling out the word: Love.

Tears spilled out of her eyes and she didn't bother to stop it.

"Yes..." she breathed, finally processing what he just said. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she kneeled down and hugged him tightly, crying onto his shoulder. Russia also cries hugging her just as tight.

"I love you, my big bear."

"And I love you too, my beautiful firefly."

"Happy 4th of July."

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SHORT-ASS CHAP, KINDA CRING FOR JULY 4TH I'M SO SORRY 😭😭

still managed to finish this on time tho so WOOP WOOP!

HOPE YA'LL HAVE A WONDERFUL 4TH OF JULY!!!

HAPPY FREEDOM DAY GUYS WOOOOOOOOO!!

- A glorifying Author-chan >:]