Russia watches with a smile as America, North Carolina, Kentucky, Montana, and Wisconsin continue their game. America is laughing and dramatically flailing his hands in the air, and the children laugh when he wacks the tower.

Russia watches as the scene seemed to slow down, his smile growing. He sees the horror register on America's face and how he tries to catch it while it crashes to the ground. Russia chuckles, leaning back into the cushions.

America throws his hands in the air and shouts in despair, sending the teens into hysterics. Russia grins at the dramatic display. America helps reassemble the tower before stepping back, letting New Hampshire take his place. America falls back onto Russia. Russia laughs and shoves him off.

"Hey!" America whines playfully, pouting.

Russia beams. America punches Russia's shoulder before laying in his lap. Russia sighs good-naturedly and taps America's nose.

"Boop," Russia mutters to himself with a lovestruck smile.

America's eyes light up and he squeaks. America brings his hands up to his chest and begins shaking them and snapping, a big smile on his face. Russia watches America with a broad smile and he feels his heart swell.

America throws his arms up and catches Russia by his shoulders, yanking Russia down in a huge hug. Russia's eyes spring open in surprise before he grins and wraps America up in his arms. America giggles happily, tapping a happy, nonsensical tune with his fingers. America pulls his legs up and just curls up in an excited, vibrating ball, hanging off Russia's shoulders.

Russia laughs and tucks his grin into America's chest. America tucks the bottom of his face into Russia's shoulder, his nose resting above.

"I love you," America sings, his voice muffled, "I love you. I love you. I love you~"

Russia pulls away and captures America's mouth in a deep kiss. America kisses back with enthusiasm. Russia moves, pulling America up into his lap. America straddles him and hooks his arms under Russia's, and grabs Russia's shoulders. Russia pulls away with a dopey grin, staring into America's eyes with happiness. America glows with happiness.

Russia watches America with an enamored smile before noticing a bit of a blue glow around America's healthy eye. Russia looks around at America a little more, only to realize America is literally radiating bright blue magic.

Light blue glittering spots spark around America, filling the air with static-y sparkles.

Russia watches them with wide eyes, captivated by the light show. America blushes and tries to dismiss the magic by waving it away. Russia takes America's hand and brings them down to stop the attempt.

The glittering magic reflects in America's eyes, catching Russia's attention once again. Russia finds himself slowly leaning forward, and a delightfully static feeling encases him. The world takes on a faint blue-ish tinge. Russia glances down at his hands, to see that his own body had taken a blue glow.

Russia's mouth falls open in shock. His eyes return to America and America smiles proudly.

"See," America says quietly, "you can glow too."

"How?" Russia mumbles.

America chuckles.

"Magic," America says sarcastically.

Russia looks back down at his hands incredulously.

"What the hell are y'all doin'?" Dixie shouts, snapping Russia out of his daze, "you're gonna blind us!"

"How?" Russia asks.

"Y'all were sitting over there, glowing like a fuckin' lightbulb while the rest of us are tryin' to live our lives," Dixie explains, crossing his arms.

The blue fades from around him and Massachusetts pokes his head out from behind America, rubbing his eyes.

"I didn't even know dad could glow that bright. Like God damn," Massachusetts comments.

"Was really cool looking though," Texas comments.

"Yeah!" Arizona exclaims, "it looked like you guys were on fire!"

"God, it's always fire with you," Nevada says, facepalming.

"Well fire is cool," Arizona replies.

America laughs and leans against Russia, tucking his face into Russia's collar. Russia leans his cheek against America's head.

"It was very pretty," Russia comments quietly.

"Most people call it distracting," America mumbles.

"I like it," Russia asserts, kissing America's temple.

"Really?" America asks quietly.

"Yes," Russia mumbles before getting lost in thought.

'Blue is very pretty.'

'Meri is very pretty.'

"I like blue," Russia mutters under his breath, and America giggles.

"Like dark blue?"

"Your blue," Russia replies, imagining the sparks.

"Oh my God," America says, giggling behind his hand and smacking Russia's chest, "shut up!"

Russia beams.

"I've got gumbo! Come and get it!" Louisiana calls from the kitchen.

Countries and kids alike crowd into the kitchen to serve themselves, but America doesn't get up. Russia gives him a confused look. America winks.

"The line is too long, just give it a minute to clear out," America says with a smirk, pecking Russia on the cheek.

Russia blushes and nods. He holds America's hips before sliding his hands around America's lower back. His hands trail down a little further and America squirms with a giggle.

"Hey," America scolds, "not here."

Russia grins before releasing America. America squeaks and lunges forward, grabbing Russia and nearly pulling Russia to the ground. Russia cackles and America swats at Russia's shoulder. Russia stands up, and America stays attached like a koala. Russia walks into the kitchen.

"How do I do this?" Russia asks.

"Put in rice and then fill the rest with gumbo," America mutters.

Russia pulls out two of the bowls and does as instructed before walking back to the table. He sees some of the states look up at him and then quickly turn and snicker into the bowl. Russia shrugs. He puts the bowls on the armrest of the couch and pulls out a side table to set up. Once it's standing in front of the couch, Russia moves the bowls to the table and sits back on the couch.

America crawls off of him and takes one on the bowls and a spoon, cradling it in his lap and glaring at Russia, curling up against one of the back cushions.

"Why are looking at me?" Russia asks, taking his bowl

"You almost dropped me!" America says.

Russia grins and America scowls. America slowly shoots over on the cushions to get right next to Russia. Russia smiles and turns to look at the television and continues eating. America leans his head on Russia's shoulder, laying into Russia's side. Russia smiles and doesn't say anything.

They have a quiet dinner when the phone buzzes. America gets up and grabs the phone and glances at the screen before handing it off to Russia. Russia takes it easily and glances at the screen, spooning more food into his mouth.

"I know you are still recovering. Let us know when you leave. - Belarus"

Russia sticks the spoon in his mouth and types a response.

"I will tell you when I leave."

He sends the text before placing the phone on the tray table and going back to his bowl, but the phone buzzes before he could put it in his mouth. He crinkles his nose in annoyance and drops the spoon before taking the phone up.

"Okay. -Belarus"

Russia smiles and drops the phone again. He eats what he can and cuddles up with America, pulling America into his chest. America nuzzles into his chest and Dixie puts on an animated movie on the TV. Russia watches for a few minutes until he feels America begin to fidget around.

"What's wrong?" Russia asks.

"I just don't like movies," America admits.

"Do you want to go up to our room?" Russia asks.

America nods. Russia stands up and America sits back, yawning. Russia smiles and scoops America up bridal style.

"Hey!" America shrieks.

"SHHH!"

America pouts and crosses his arms. Russia laughs and begins walking upstairs.

"You're ridiculous," America complains quietly.

"I know," Russia replies calmly.

America scowls. Russia drops America onto the bed and America bounces a few times with a squeak. Russia grins.

America leaps up and drags Russia down on top of him. Russia lands, laughing. But when he opens his eyes, he freezes and his face grows unbearably hot. America is laying down under him and Russia had his hands on either side of America's head.

America stares up with a smirk, his face pink. America leans up and their lips meet. Russia closes his eyes and America loops his arms around the back of Russia's neck to hold himself up. Russia leans down and gets lost in the sensations.

Russia feels around under America's shirt and America's hands trace over Russia's back and stomach, tucking Russia's shirt up to his chest. America hums before pulling away.

"Man Rue, you're an amazing kisser," America mutters, "but I'm not in the mood to go any farther tonight, okay?"

Russia nods, kissing America one last time before backing off the bed. Russia sits next to America and America pulls his shirt back on, giving Russia a wide smile once he gets it back over his head. Russia smiles back and takes America's hand, rubbing the back of America's hand with his thumb.

"Hey," America says quietly.

"Hi," Russia replies quietly.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

America jumps a little.

"Yes?" America asks.

The door opens and Oklahoma pokes her head in and Nevada stands just behind her.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"We were just wondering where you were," Oklahoma says quietly.

"And we wanted to see if you wanted some pie," Nevada adds.

Russia sees America turn to him with a questioning look. Russia shrugs, and America stands up. Russia gets up and follows America out.

"He's following Dad like a lost puppy," Oklahoma mutters to Nevada.

Russia shoots them an amused look as they walk back downstairs.

'I love him. I would follow him anywhere.'