Chapter 1: The first step to friendship

IMPORTANT: Someone said that there are too many explicit scenes in this story, so I cleaned them up. What you have here is the censored version, but I'll upload the uncensored version on Archive of Our Own (same story, but with sex scenes written out). Link can be found on my profile page.

The main storyline will be Russia x America, but there is also a side story of France x England.

Now, without further ado, enjoy!

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Russia had a problem.

As of late, he had started feeling very lonely. Of course, he was used to being all by himself, and often he enjoyed the solitude. But lately, he found himself yearning for a companion, for someone who didn't either shot him angry glances or tried to hide from him. For someone other than his sisters, one of whom wanted to marry him and the other bursting into tears whenever she saw him. He felt an unknown pain every time he saw France and England have 'friendly discussions' with each other, when he saw Sweden being protective of his so-called wife, and every time the Baltics cowered in fear and tried to hide from him, he couldn't help but feel frustrated. All he wanted was a big family, some nice friends to spend his time with. Why couldn't they understand that?

So it happened that Russia decided it was time to change all that. It was time for him to make a real friend. Someone he could laugh with and enjoy spending his time with, someone who wasn't afraid of him. Russia had never been an expert at relationships, but he was willing to give it another try, if only to ease that throbbing pain of his heart.

It didn't take him long to decide who would be his new best friend.

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Alfred F. Jones, better known as the personification of the United States of America, was utterly bored. Germany always knew exactly how to make these World Conferences as dull as possible. And now that it was being held in Berlin, he had taken the task upon him to be even more boring than normal.

America leant back in his chair, his bright blue eyes holding a staring contest with the ceiling. The sunlight shone on his dirty blond hair, making his cowlick stand out more. He absentmindedly bit on his pen, which he had been using for drawing doodles in his little notebook, and adjusted his glasses.

"America, pay attention!" Germany suddenly yelled, slamming his hands down on his table.

America jumped at the noise and immediately tumbled backwards, arms flailing wildly. With a hard thud he hit the floor, chair and all. He could hear some nations laugh and others groan at his stupidity. The young nation rubbed the back of his head and slowly got up.

"Sorry, sorry!" he laughed, while dusting off his jacket.

"Take your seat so I can continue my presentation!" Germany ordered him, frowning angrily.

America quickly sat down and looked up with puppy eyes and arms crossed, as if he were a model student. Germany huffed and returned to his PowerPoint.

The American grinned at the scowling Englishman who was seated at the other end of the table. England face-palmed and sighed, making America's grin wider.

It didn't take him long to fall asleep and be scolded at once again.

The blond never noticed the intense staring that came from somewhere to his right. Violet eyes took in every move he made. Those around him were very uncomfortable with his staring, but wisely kept quiet. Nothing good ever came from Russia taking a special interest in someone.

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It was lunch break. America stretched his stiff muscles and lazily got up, out of his seat. The noises his stomach made could only mean one thing: time for a visit to good ol' Mickey D's!

As he was about to leave, England showed up next to him.

"Do you always have to be that obnoxious during these meetings?" his former guardian asked him, bushy eyebrows knit together in their usual frown. His cat-like green eyes observed him in a disapproving manner.

"Come on dude, I just make these things more interesting!" the younger nation boasted, patting England lightly on the shoulder (causing the other to cringe in pain).

"Alfred, that's not how I raised you!" England sighed.

"Please, not that again!" America groaned. He wasn't a child anymore, and the Brit should recognize this by know. "Know what, why don't you and I go drinking tonight, for old time's sake?"

England hesitated, but finally broke out in a faint smile. He could never say no to those pleading eyes. "Very well then."

"All right! I'll ask some of the other dudes as well!"

England's mood instantly dropped, but America didn't seem to notice, oblivious to his surroundings as always.

"Oh, and while we're at it, I have this new movie. Care to come and watch it?" the American asked, excited like a little kid.

"Is it a horror movie?" England wanted to know, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah dude, it'll be totally awesome!"

The older nation sighed. "Fine. I will come over next Saturday, so keep that day free."

"Sweet! You're the best!" America happily exclaimed, fist-palming the air.

"As long as you won't wet the bed," the Brit teased.

"Iggy, how dare you!" America hissed, face heating up rapidly. "That was ages ago!" He quickly glanced around, but luckily no one seemed to have noticed their discussion.

England smiled at the other's embarrassment, and quickly reassured him that it was nothing to be ashamed of. He changed the topic, which immediately made America forget about his shameful memories. The two exited the building, America chatting on about anything and everything. They didn't notice the shadow that quietly followed them, gladly taking in the contents of their conversation.

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Russia silently watched his prey from the shadows of the bar they had gone to. America had succeeded in bringing the infamous Bad Touch Trio, who were now singing karaoke, and Germany and Northern Italy, who were chatting at one of the tables. The American was busy trying to keep a very drunk England from taking off all of his clothes.

Russia observed their behaviour, waiting for an opportunity. There were several reasons for picking America as his soon-to-be friend. Not only were they both superpowers, they also had a history of interaction together (although it had more often than not been a not so friendly kind of interaction). On top of that, America had this… skill, for being the centre of attention. People were drawn to him, whether they liked it or not, and even if all they did was complain about his words and actions. He was always lively and full of energy, boredom nearly non-existent in his dictionary.

Yes, America would definitely help him get rid of the loneliness if he asked him to.

Not that he felt the need of actually asking him.

Russia raised his head when he saw France approaching his objective. He walked up to the two at the bar, and after a couple of words pulled England away with him. America tried to stop the Frenchman at first, but he shrugged it off and let them leave. He was too far gone himself to really care about the possible dangers of handing over a drunk England to France.

Russia did not let this chance slip.

America tried to read the menu, which was written in German. It didn't exactly help that the booze had affected his eyesight. If only those stupid letters would stay in the same place, his drunken mind thought, picking something new to drink would be a great deal easier.

"Privet Amerika," a voice to his right suddenly said.

The American looked up and saw Russia seated next to him, his usual childish smile plastered on his face.

"What're you doin' 'ere?" he slurred.

Russia raised an eyebrow. "The same as you, I would say. I am simply enjoying a drink after a hard day's work."

America had no answer to his perfectly logical reasoning. He frowned and returned his attention to the card in his hands, attempting once more to decipher it. Normally he would have questioned the presence of the Russian a bit more thoroughly, but now it didn't bother him in the slightest. America didn't care much about a lot of alone-time, and now that England was gone, Russia would have to do.

When the bartender showed up, the tall nation ordered two glasses of vodka. America looked at him in confusion.

"Whaddaya need two for, you alcoholic?"

"It is my treat to you," Russia simply said, smile a little less sincere at being called an alcoholic. As if he would get drunk from just two shots of vodka.

The bartender put down the two glasses, and Russia thanked him. He gently placed one glass in front of his companion. The Internet said gifts were very important for establishing a friendship. He only hoped the vodka wouldn't kill the already intoxicated American.

"To free booze!" America loudly toasted, clumsily downing the drink.

'And to our new friendship,' Russia added in his mind.

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Russia had a nearly unconscious nation on his back. Before deciding he wanted to be friends, he would have just left the younger at the bar to deal with his own problems on how to drag his drunk ass home when he couldn't even stand properly. Now, he almost enjoyed America's drunken spouting. Almost.

"And then he ssaid 'screw you guys, I'm goin' home'!" America giggled.

Russia sighed. Not only did his words make even less sense than when he was sober, the sunny blond was constantly shouting in his ear. Russia just didn't really know how to deal with drunk nations, especially not someone who got this annoying after only a couple of glasses. He still preferred it over England's whining though, which was a well-known fact with all the nations.

"Amerika, could you please quiet down for a moment?" the Russian pleaded.

America simply giggled some more. "Why, big guy? Oh oh, here'sss ma room!" he suddenly yelled.

Russia happily halted in front of the door to the hotel room America was pointing at. The smaller nation succeeded in pulling his key from his pocket and dropped the object in Russia's hand for the other to open the door. After the door swung open, Russia made for the bed and carefully laid down his package.

America yawned widely before flopping down. The Russian decided he had to help the man get undressed, and pulled off his shoes.

"Hey, easy one the mercha… merchenda… You know whatta mean!" America huffed, crossing his arms. It lost effect when he laughed semi-hysterically.

Even though Russia wanted to be friends with him, he found a sober America to be a lot less aggravating, and that was saying a lot. He might have been able to join the fun if he were drunk himself, but for the Russian, getting drunk was not easy to achieve.

Once he had somehow managed to take off America's jacket and jeans, letting him keep his underwear and shirt, he started for the door.

"Hey! Where d'ya think you're goin'?" the other asked.

The Russian turned around, both eyebrows raised. America patted the mattress next to him.

"You can stay if ya wanna," he said with a big goofy smile.

Russia thought it over for a bit. Even though America was acting like this, having a companion for the night definitely sounded better than returning to his room, where he would probably, no definitely, be cold and lonely. Russia smiled a more genuine smile.

"Da, I will take you up on that offer."

He took off his coat and boots, politely keeping on the rest of his clothes, and laid down next to the American.

"G'night," the other yawned, situating himself comfortably under the covers.

"Good night, Amerika," Russia whispered softly.

He sighed happily. This was almost like that sleepover-thing he had read about, right? He'd only just today started his plans of befriending America, and already things were going this smoothly!

Russia contently closed his eyes. No having to be all by himself tonight.

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It was very warm. That was the first thing the American noticed as he began to rise from his slumber. He lazily tried to stretch his muscles, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head that was the result of a night of heavy drinking. He stiffened when he noticed something. Something very odd.

His arm was draped over an unidentified object. No, not an object. It felt like a body.

America frowned lazily as his hand trailed across the surface of this body, finding muscles and then soft fabric. It was long and almost silky, like a scarf.

America's eyes shot open the moment he realized he had his body wrapped around another human being. But when he saw who exactly the other was, he let out a (totally manly) scream.

Russia sat up in confusion as the yelling continued.

"Why are you in my bed, you commie bastard?!" America shrieked.

Russia groaned as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Even though sharing a bed had been extremely comfortable, this was not a preferred way of waking up. Russia slowly opened his violet eyes and looked at the American, who was cowering angrily in the corner of his bed.

"I was sleeping," the tall nation explained, letting out a yawn.

"Don't be a smartass! I mean, why are you sleeping in my bed?!"

Russia raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me you forgot about last night?"

America immediately grew red at the implication of those words. Russia chuckled. As endearing as this reaction was, the Russian decided to further enlighten him.

"You were drunk and I brought you to your hotel room. When I wanted to leave, you invited me to stay," Russia slowly explained.

"And you stayed?" America asked, a shocked expression on his face.

Russia shrugged. "Da, you asked me to."

America went silent for a moment.

"…You're a weirdo, you know that? Listening to someone who's smashed."

The ashen blond giggled. "I must say you look very cute when you sleep."

America flushed again and scowled at the other. "I do not! And now that it's morning, you can get out! I'm not drunk anymore, so I can take care of myself, thank you very much."

Russia sighed and got out of bed. America waited for him to finish dressing up and get out of the room, too embarrassed to leave the safety of his blankets. His headache had gotten a lot worse. When Russia was fully dressed, he turned to smile at the younger nation.

"See you at the meeting, da? Last night was fun."

"…Sure."

After Russia had shut the door behind him, America buried his face in his hands and groaned. What the hell did he drink for this to happen?

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So, that was the first chapter. I would love to hear your opinion on it, and I'm going to try to upload this weekly.

Have a great day and summer!

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