RusAme rp, The colder war

Russia kissed America again. "We can get married, Ivan and Alfred." He said, taking in a breath and taking his shyness when it came to stuff like this. "Can we get married, Russia and America?" He asked, "We could both rule over out nation, and keep everyone safe." He smiled down at America "We build build the biggest and most powerful nation on the planet, together." He said, both of them has scars, but his boss was dead now, he people managed to still be unified. "WE could be our own bosses, rule yourself and be equal!" He said happily dreaming about it. He froze for a second. REalzing that he had just described communism.

America smiled at Russia's enthusiasm on the topic and let him speak, "Off course we're gonna get married." then he asked for Russia and America to get married and become one country. Then he said, "No." the culture would change and if there was only one country, there would only need to be one person representing it, and if they didn't, they would change into different people, no longer their own individuals, their cultural would change and they would change he licked his dry lips and said, "We....We just can't." he didn't want to hurt the Russian's feelings, but their culture and history is what made them what they were today and if they became on country he feared that they would change too much.

Russia paused, not saying anything before nodding understandingly. He decided he might as well tell America now, he would find out eventually, rather he liked it or not. "Hm....I'm not sure" He said softly, knowing America would disprove. "I'm going back to communism." He said, turning his head down to America to see his reaction. He quickly picked up a second later. "The people are all treated equally, including me. Im not suffering so my people don't have to" He said, thinking about the Commie witch hunts. The people came to America to be denied the freedom that was promised.

America smiled slightly as he saw Russia nod, but then grew confused when Russia said he wasn't sure. Then Russia dropped the bomb on him(no pun intended) he was going back to communism, and it took a minute for it to sink in and before he could say anything Russia said that they were treated equally. He was pissed, it's what started the First Cold War. He looked at him, and scooted away from him saying, "What the hell do you mean you're going back to communism?" sure it looked good in a documented for but living through it was a different thing.

Russia shifted. "My boss is never mean. I work and am treated the same as my people are, I was happy with it" He said, silently watching America with a now saddened look. He looked board, face remain emotionless and looking at America. He turned himself over on to his stomach, holding his head up wit his arm. "I lived like a normal person." He said smiling smally. Being a little offended at America acting so shocked and disgusted by it

America in his head, decided to give Russia time to explain himself, he didn't like Russia getting hurt, but he also didn't like the idea of communism he sighed, sitting on the bed and hugging his legs close to his chest saying, "I don't aprove......but I won't stop you." he stayed silent and looked at him in the eyes, he still loved him and said, "If it means you're treated better.....then I wish you the best." he said, he would rather have Russia okay and a communist than being treat unfairly.

Russia's eyes widened a bit. "I wish you the best?" He asked, he would be damned if America would leave him just besuase he didnt like his form of government. He waited patiently for the answer. Why would America leave him over suck a simple thing? He sighed, he was getting ahead of himself, and should just let America answer for himself in instead of filling his own head with ideas. He staid still, wondering. He looked around the room. and then down at himself. He was to scared to take the wrappings up and look at his chest, all of the bombs had hit mainly his chest. He sighed again, put turned his back to America and started unwrapping, he would have to look at it eventually

America hugged his legs closer and he nodded, "Yeah, I wish you the best." he laughed, "I'm not gonna say I hope your plan fails, 'cuz I don't." he was sure that's what Russia meant when h repeated his statement in the form of a question. He saw the Russian turn his back, and he frowned, did he do something to make him upset. He examined his aching body the black and red marks all over him, he looked over to Russia's back and said, "Need help with those?" referring to the bandages.

Russia blushed and nodded no. Hating how he looked like he painted polkadots on himself. If nuclear bomb and nuclear power plant failers acted the same on nations. Then the black would spread out, along the path of the radiation. He sighed looking for his coat to cover himself. Not seeing it, he just lifted the covers of the bed up. Covering the only spot on his back witch America could see. He blushed even darker. But not liking it, hating how to marks made him look weak. He re wrapped the bandages and turned back to America. Glad that he wasn't going to try and leave him because he had turned back to communistic ideas. He looked at America, putting a hand on his neck. and looking at him.

America saw all the spots on Russia's back, it seemed like he was self conscious about them like America was about his weight. Of course he wasn't going to leave Russia for changing government, that would be a stupid reason to leave the person you loved. He looked Russia and his eyes looked tired, he smiled at him and kissed him, he wondered when the pain would stop in his body, and he wonder how many surviours there were.

Russia kissed back. smiling at him. He giggled and laid down, pulling America with him and wrapping his arms around him, the bandages hiding most of the marks. He kissed his neck. "We both survived" He said happily, but still wondering and what happened when you died. He brushed the though off and grinned in to America neck. "I love you, and we are both alive" He smiled. He was a little sad that he woundt marry him, nation wise, but could marry alfred.

America let out a yelp as he was pulled down and smiled along with Russia saying, "They can't get rid of us so easily." and he kissed Russia. The thought of Russia screaming on the bed in pain was just a bad memory now, he mourned for all the American and Russian casualties, but right now he was happy that they had both lived. It was for the best that their countries didn't marry but he was still glad that Alfred and Ivan could.

Russia smiled in to the kiss. Keeping the blanket over himself in a sad attempt to hide that marks that he was shy of now. He kissed Americas neck. Being careful to not hit a mark. Witch at this point was a tricky thing to do. He rolled on top of America, pulling his shirt off and pulling up the t-shirt he had on. Sliding it off of his solder and 1/2 smirking at America. He Didnt take the bandages off, but took off his jeans and left himself in his boxers.

A slight smirk had tugged on America's lips, "You sure don't like to wait." he teased, thankful that he was going to get some pleasure after all the pain. He had helped Russia take his shirt off and began to slide off his pants, too eager and wanted to get to it, he lacked in patience but he was alright with that because he knew Russia didn't like to wait either. He moved his head up so that Russia could kiss his neck, he wanted to say something to make Russia feel better about the marks but he couldn't think of anything, negative or positive.

Russia smiled, kissing and biting his neck, making sure that he didn't hit the wrappings, having them be shoved of by America or just losing them in general. He put a hand beneath Americas head, lifting him up his head up to bit and tease him. He giggled biting the America particularly hard an leaving a mark of his teeth on his skin. He smirked at it and looked at America

America thought that Russia was the only person who could tease him and have his way. He was the also the only person to make him get hard by teasing. He gasped as he felt Russia bite him, and grinned a bit, also the only one who liked to play rough.

Russia licked Americas neck, putting both of his hands on America solders an pinning him down.Holding him still and biting and licking his chest and occasionally chetching his nipple. He giggled in to the others chest. And made another hard bite. He stopped for a second, pulling the wrapping up back over his chest. Not wanting to lose the thing hiding his discusting chest.

America looked up and saw Russia's attempts to hide his chest and sat up saying, "Stop hiding them." Russia was feeling self-conscious and he needed to reassure him that he looked fine. Now worried a bit, did Russia really think he looked bad?

Russia moved back, letting America sit up. His face turned pail, and he crawled off of America. "No" He said simply. Not wanting to take the wrappings off. He pulled his knees up to his chest. Looking at America, with sorry eyes

America's face softened as he tried to remove the sheets Russia was covering himself with and said, "You look fine." being serious, he shouldn't feel bad, America the same marks too but only a lot less. Why was Russia so self conscious, they were nothing to be ashamed about.

Russia pulled up the cover ageist the American. "Don't, please" He said, knocking himself on his back, but whit the cover and wrapping still over him. He looked up at America. Embarrassment covering eye face. He turned a dark red, but being morfied more than turned on.

America went over and tried to take the covers off, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, you look fine, and why do you care so much, it doesn't bother me so it shouldn't bother you either." tracing the dots on Russia's chest, he had no problem with them and smiled, "YO look great and it doesn't matter, 'cuz I still love ya."

Russia gave a horrified look before flipping on to his side away from America, there being dots on his back too... He scrambled out of the Americas reach and shifted under the covers, pulling them over his chest, and his head. "Dont...Please..." He said, turning the color of blood. He held to covers over him

America was confused and scooted closer to Russia, invading his space and said, "What's wrong with them?" he asked, and he saw more on his back. Sure he had his own insecurities, but this seemed to be a bit extreme to try and run away from him. He wrapped is arms around Russia, he face against Russia's back, trying to prevent him from getting away, but mostly trying to comfort him.

Russia shivered but didn't fight America. He shifted. "They are always going to be there to remind me that I'm going to die eventually." He said, not thinking about what he said before he said it. His boss would hit him, the hits leaved marks, the marks made him sad, and then he neutrally though about death. He didn't think it was odd to consider trying to find out what death felt like. Its when he could have unwillingly died that scared him more. These marks like everyother would remind him of that

((headconnon...so meny of themm