wait for me. // a CH rusame story

Russia's ringtone blasted in his room, making him jump, almost falling over his bed. He rubbed his eyes a little, yawning and looking at the bright screen at his side.
He closed his eyes, opened them again.

Why was America calling him at three in the morning?

"...Meri?" Russia softly said, after picking up and not hearing anything for a good second.

"Someone's there?"

Wait, why was America calling him at all?

"Hey, what's up? Did I wake you up?" The Russian snickered at the completely basic answer, after turning around in his bed. "If you expected someone not to be asleep by now, I should probably be concerned. You're just lucky I wake up easily."

"I'm uh..." America cleared his throat. "I'm in front of your house actually."

"You are...what?!" Russia stood up from his bed, a bit too fast, making his head dizzy, and his eyes confused. He opened the light on his nightstand and made carefully his way to the window, pulling his curtains open. He saw a faint light just in front of his house and his cheeks heated.

"Why are you here?"

"I don't," America breathed a little harder, and he finally continued after waving a little to the now noticeable window. "I don't have anyone else to call."

The Russian stayed silent for a moment before America continued. "Wait, I'm sorry, this is super weird, I should go back home." He hung up and started walking for a bit before the sound of a window opening caught his ear and made him look right back. He noticed blond hair flowing in a quiet night breeze and Russia's red face staring at him. "Don't go! You can talk to me, I don't wanna wake up my siblings though so it's only if you can climb up here." The sides of his mouth rose, just a little.

Two minutes later, America was almost all the way up the wall, his legs still dangling outside as Russia gave him a hand to let him in. He got pulled in, gripping onto Russia's arms then shoulders, and finally got to stand on the ground without any loud noises.

"Jesus Christ, that was terribly exhausting..." America gave the Russian a nudge before plopping down on his host's bed with a sigh. He quickly got joined by Russia, the both of them staying silent for a good while before he gave in.

"Hi." Russia quickly answered after he let himself down on the mattress.

Both their heads turned, each pair of eyes looking at the other. The Russian gulped as he felt his ears and cheeks turn red from second-hand embarrassment, he didn't want America to think of him as a weirdo.
He was going to look away but his hand was grabbed by soft fingers and his eyes just started drowning inside the other's. He couldn't help but answer this faint touch with a squeeze, intertwining their hands together. America's face was quickly heating up and he couldn't help but think about how long it had been since he felt that stupid.

"So...how's Ukraine going..?" He blurted out, quite randomly, still holding tightly onto Russia's big hand.

"You know, holding up. He's sad that he had to break up with him last week, but I can't say I'm not happy that he's home more often. What about Canada?"

Ukraine had decided, with the help of his siblings that it was probably the best decision for him to call it off with Canada. He had felt awful about the whole kiss thing, and he kept on avoiding talking to the twin for a good week. He knew that it wasn't Mexico's fault and he was scared of the reason Canada could give him. America and Russia had been watching from afar, trying to be the best advisors possible for their brothers, occasionally updating the other. It felt...domestic, contacting each other regularly, talks changing from sad brothers to other completely random subjects, and it was actually pretty fun getting to know each other again.