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—Late '90s—
America lead Russia into the room of one of his government buldings. Inside, there would be a few of his military forces and agencies. Russia knew who to expect. Military branches. CIA. FBI. ATF. NSA. You know, the whole gist.
But there was someone else standing around the table. Blue uniform. Basic-looking. Not dress. Was wearing some dark sunglasses that made him look a little incognito.
"Who's that?" Russia demanded with surprise, pointing.
America's head jerked up and his gaze followed Russia's pointer.
His white eyes widened.
"Oh, that's uhm…"
America gave the agency a look.
"Run!" He yelled at the unknown agency.
"What!? Nyet!" Russia yelled, then went after the countryhuman who had just darted out a back door. America was not far behind him.
Russia opened the door despite America trying to stop him. As he shoved it opened, he heard a sound that could only be described as alien and then a sparkling sound as light filled the entire room.
The unknown agency was gone.
"Amyerika! What was that!?" Russia screamed at the capitalist.
America cleared his throat and crossed his arms, leaning back against the door frame.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT? ARE YOU STUPID, AMERICAN? THAT AGENCY JUST DISAPPEARED INTO THIN AIR!" Russia pointed at the space where the agency was supposed to be.
"Yeah, well, that's classified."
Russia approached him, leaned close, grabbed his clothes. "We had an agreement, Amerika. You're going to pay for this." Russia released his grip and walked off.
America grabbed him, "Wait, Russia."
Russia looked back with a hard glare, "What kind of technology are you hiding!?"
America brought a had up to his mouth and cleared his throat again, "It's uhm— very classified."
Russia turned around to fully face him, "Da? I DO NOT CARE! If you have a threat I do not know about, then I will have to take pre-emptive action."
America narrowed his eyes, "Will you now?"
Russia stared with undying resilience.
"You know— you could just not tell anyone what you saw."
"And what makes you think I vwill do that?"
"Friendship?" America offered.
"In true friendship, you would show me what you hide, capitalist!"
"Still hangin' on to the old man's insults?"
"Shut up."
America waved his hands in mock surrender and pushed off the wall, "Alright, alright. But you have to promise not to tell anyone."
Russia stared at him with narrowed white eyes.
"Russia," America half-sing-songed expectantly.
"Amyerika."
"Top secret," America pushed.
"Da."
"No telling anyone."
Russia offered silence.
"Russia, come on! I need your word!"
"And since when did you trust that?"
"Rrright now."
"Only because it is convenient for you."
America had no answer for that.
Russia spoke. "So?"
America looked around the room. All of his agencies and military branches were staring at the two. America searched their expressions for their opinions. Many were unreadable to the untrained eye, but America knew them well. They were resistant to showing anything more to Russia. Of course. But America had to consider peace.
"If you'll excuse us," Americs gave a dodgy smile, grabbed onto Russia's arm, and led the country out of the room.
Once they were in the big, echo-y hall outside, Russia asked: "So what is it you are hiding, America?"
"I'll show you when we get there."
"For all I know, you could be taking me to my deathplace."
"Oh, Jesus, Russia, I'm not that dirty."
"Da, you are."
"No."
"Da."
America scoff-growled. They pushed past the doors that led out of the building. America went for his car, staying silent the whole walk there. He got in the front. Russia, in a few seconds, got in the seat beside him.
America leaned back, his arms straight out onto the steering wheel. He sighed tiredly.
"Look, you really have to see it to believe it."
"Would you like to bet?"
America looked at him, suddenly distracted by his clothing, "Why are you wearing an ushanka? In Colorado? In the summer?"
"Do not change the subject, American."
"Okay yeah sure Russian."
There was a pause.
"But seriously—"
Russia grabbed his arm tightly, "America. Do not make me take pre-emptive action," he growled.
America jerked away from him, "Okay! Alright! It's aliens. Alien technology."
Russia stared at him, unblinking. "Do not mess with me, America."
America sighed and muttered, "Hey, maybe I shoulda taken that bet."
"Vwhat?"
America looked at him, "Nothing. Look, Russia, I outta show you, okay? Trust me."
"Trust me. Trust me, he says," Russia tsked, leaning away, "Trust is something I will never give to you."
America half-glared at him, "That's nice to know."
"Now, will you let me show you or what?"
Russia grumbled and remained silent for nearly a minute, leaning away from America and positioning himself openly. He glared out the window.
Finally, he brought his attention back to his car driver, "Da, show me."
And they lived maybe-happily ever after.