"We should hurry, the ceremony is starting soon." The Russian man spoke from outside the wooden door. Inside the bathroom was America, he stared at himself in the mirror and slapped his cheeks to calm his nerves.

A smile creeped up on his face, "okay I'll be right out."

A second later the door swung open, America stood there with red cheeks from the slap. He was dressed in a fancy suit, so was Russia. "You shouldn't slap yourself." The Russian commented with a worried expression, America only chuckled in reply.

The two of them drove together to the award ceremony, right as they pulled over there were a crowd of reporters waiting for a new victim to terrorize. They all crowded around the two of them when they got out of the car, security had to force them to step back so the two actors could actually walk inside.

"You look very nice in a suit, let's take a picture before we actually enter the hall." America already fiddled on his phone for the camera. Russia doesn't usually refuse what he says so he stood there with compliance.

America added filters and stickers on the picture for fun as he laughed to himself and entered the hall.

The two of them both preferred desolated seats so they picked the same seat they usually do, the isolated ones at the back. "Usually I never get nervous during these events but oddly enough today I am."

America said this as he fiddled with the ring on his finger.

"Maybe it's because it's the award ceremony after clearing your name."

The American chuckled lightly, "yeah maybe, well honestly my competitor and obstacle from winning is you." He pointed at the man next to him.

"Do you want me to remove myself from the nominees?"

"You really just do whatever to make me happy. Don't do that, I'd be happier if you won."

Russia was silent for awhile, "then..." he wrapped his fingers around the other male's fingers. "Are you less nervous?"

Laughter was all America could respond with, "yeah I'm not nervous anymore."

Hearing that, Russia was satisfied. The two of them chatted as their waited for the ceremony to start. A few of their friends came to greet them on their way to their seats.

When it was time to start, the lights of the room dimmed and a figure appeared on stage. The same familiar elegant figure with that imposing air to him. His voice emanated through the speakers,

"Hello ladies and gentlemen and honored guests, welcome to the long awaited award ceremony! I am your host as usual, United Nations or UN for short."

He continued his speech, "as you know these past few years have been hectic but the entertainment industry is still going strong. Now, I won't keep you waiting for too long so let's start with our categories." UN flipped through his cue cards that he held in his hand.

A few of their friends had won awards for separate categories. When it was time for a break the two of them went to the food table to get some drinks.

"Do either of you think you're going to win the overall award?" Germany asked them at the drink station. He pushed his glasses upwards to adjust its position. "Winning or not is fine to me, there are plenty of other potential winners." America replied nonchalantly.

Then he whispered something to Germany, "but I'm betting for me or Russia to win."

Germany chuckled, the American knew Germany wasn't someone that gets offended by statements like those nor does he care for awards.

"Good luck to the two of you then." Germany excused himself when he saw Poland at the other side of the table and left to chat with him.

When the break was over they returned to their seats.

"And we continue with the best actress award that goes to... Japan!"

The Japanese lady was overjoyed and went to claim the reward. The two of them clapped for her because she indeed deserved a good reward after all her hard work in her recent movies.

UN continued with other awards and finally the long awaited one had come. "The winner of the best overall star goes to... America! Please come up to take your award."

America almost jumped in his seat, after those hellish years, he had forgotten what it was like to win awards and enjoy what he did for a living.

He turned to Russia to see that his expression was genuinely glad and proud of him. America stepped on the stage and stood in front of the mic to speak his speech as usual.

"Thanks so much for everyone who supported me until now, as you know there were a few years where I wasn't really in the best place but I'm glad that all my friends and family were there to help me out. I sincerely thank everyone because they've given me a second take at doing the thing I love. Sorry I don't usually speak these kinds of cheesy stuff so I'll just end it off here." America flashed the camera a smile, somewhere along the speech he noticed someone.

It was the green eyed lady, she stood at the doorway of the ceremony and she clapped for him. When America ended his speech she left the room without a trace.

Throughout the entire speech America stared at Russia who was listening to every word he said on stage.

'Indeed I thank you so much for loving me the way I am with all my flaws.' He thought as he ran over back to his seat where his partner was waiting for him.

The end

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Here's the preview (not that it matters because I'm posting the story a few minutes after this chapter) :

Russia, a dragon and America, a prince used as a human weapon of the military. In a world where everyone has abilities, after Russia tried to assassinate the prince, America made the outrageous request of wanting Russia, a murderer, to be his guard.

Although the prince seems more than capable to protect himself.

The Russian hates the princes guts, constantly trying to kill him but failing. A slow burning romance brewing along with a bloody future.

Two figures with mysterious pasts, with one goal.

"Let's start a revolution. You and me. We'll take over this kingdom."

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Or to sum up the entire story, two awkward dorks that used to be enemies end up head over heels for each other while destroying kingdoms, partners in crime style.

Notes : 1 spell check