Scarf Napped (Russia/America)
anonymous
October 26 2009, 23:31:38 UTC
Someone sneaks into Russia's house and steals his scarf. He flips out hardcore, destroys his entire house and no one can get anywhere near him. Finally he exhausts himself and the nations send in America, with his super strength, to try and deal with him. Russia comes around and sees America and imprints on him (like baby animals will do on the first thing they see). While America keeps an eye on him the others rush off to see if they can figure out who took the scar and to get it back. While they're gone Russia is completely out of it but docile and clingy and will follow America around like a puppy. As time progresses Russia becomes even more clingy until it becomes clear that he's after something more then just cuddling. America is determined to not give in while Russia's in this condition no matter how insistent Russia is about it. Eventually they find the scarf (the who and why is your choice) and Russia returns to "normal" when he gets it back
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Scarf Napped- Prologue.
anonymous
December 31 2010, 12:34:09 UTC
It hadn't been easy, it has been as risky as hell but it had been worth it.
Prussia fingered the material of the piece of clothing, a smug grin playing on his lips. It has been so worth it.
He'd always worn this goddamn scarf. In the days when Prussia had been under the violent and manic nation's rule, he would have been flogged for messing up the fabric, unable to help it because merely being touched by the taller man made him puke up blood, and it wasn't his fault if it so happened to go all over his clothes. (“Better on him than on the awesome me.”)
And also, it was pink. Pink. What kind of guy wore a pink fucking scarf? Prussia should have known the fatass was a queer, it was just too obvious, walking around, giggling like a little girl, despite the fact that he was six foot whatever and had a tendency to lash out with numerous sadistic tortures on his terrified underlings, especially if he was drunk on vodka
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Scarf Napped- Part 1A
anonymous
December 31 2010, 13:11:49 UTC
Russia hadn't been seen at the last meeting. Or the one before that. In fact, since no one really bothered, or were to scared to ever approach the barren wasteland the man called his home, no one knew where he was or why he wasn't where he should have been
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Scarf Napped- Part 1B
anonymous
December 31 2010, 13:13:09 UTC
She didn't have time to deal with brats like this right now, her brother had practically fallen off the planet and she needed to know that her soon to be husband was alright. He hadn't been answering his phone, or replying to her letters she had sent him, or the emails, and she hadn't gotten the marriage licence back with his signature on that she had sent him for Christmas so there was defiantly something wrong. She would have gone to check on him herself, but her boss had forbidden her because her frequent visits were costing so much in travel money and she was missing out on work she needed to do. It was so frustrating that she couldn't just shut her boss up by stabbing him politely in response
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Scarf Napped- Part 2A
anonymous
December 31 2010, 15:29:42 UTC
When Alfred arrived at the gigantic manor in which Russia lived in, the first thing he noticed was that the house looked to be in a worse condition that he last remembered, from the outside. He knew the guy wasn't doing all too well with his economy, especially after the Cold War had ended, and he knew that the house that had once stood proudly was falling into states of disrepair
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This is cute author-anon! I'm really looking forward to the rest.
Did you link it to the fills list? I don't remember seeing it...I only stumbled on it b/c it's still listed as unfilled on the R/A community. I'm sure if you linked it the OP would loooove it.
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Prussia fingered the material of the piece of clothing, a smug grin playing on his lips. It has been so worth it.
He'd always worn this goddamn scarf. In the days when Prussia had been under the violent and manic nation's rule, he would have been flogged for messing up the fabric, unable to help it because merely being touched by the taller man made him puke up blood, and it wasn't his fault if it so happened to go all over his clothes. (“Better on him than on the awesome me.”)
And also, it was pink. Pink. What kind of guy wore a pink fucking scarf? Prussia should have known the fatass was a queer, it was just too obvious, walking around, giggling like a little girl, despite the fact that he was six foot whatever and had a tendency to lash out with numerous sadistic tortures on his terrified underlings, especially if he was drunk on vodka ( ... )
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Did you link it to the fills list? I don't remember seeing it...I only stumbled on it b/c it's still listed as unfilled on the R/A community. I'm sure if you linked it the OP would loooove it.
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