Blinded (1a/?)
anonymous
November 25 2009, 18:10:33 UTC
I strayed a bit from your prompt, OP. I hope it's still okay!
His breath rattles in his chest. He can feel it there, can smell the chemicals and feel the burning in his lungs as they shudder. But he can’t hear the coughs, can’t see the asphalt under his hands as loose pebble dig into his back.
America had been walking back from a meeting with Iraq and a few other nations, who were still furious with him. He’d stormed out. No one was listening to him, no one saw that he was trying his damndest and no one gave a flying fuck about anything other than his failures. He’d gone down a sidestreet, heading for a hotel, when he had seen something out of the corner of his eye. He’d turned toward it, but then
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Re: Blinded (2/?)
anonymous
November 25 2009, 18:49:10 UTC
America felt his stomach drop slightly. And elevator, then. It stopped, and America moved to get off, but an arm stopped him. The elevator moved up again, and jerked to a stop, and America waited for the other to move before stepping forward
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Re: Blinded (3/4)
anonymous
November 25 2009, 18:52:34 UTC
That was when the other drew back and slapped America across the mouth. One of the hands buried itself in America’s hair, yanking as if to tear off America’s scalp
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Re: Blinded (4/4)
anonymous
November 25 2009, 18:53:16 UTC
America took a breath and laughed happily before rocking with the other. Hands traced patterns on his skin, moving up and down the inside of his arms before trailing down his ribs and grasping his length
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Re: Blinded Epilogue
anonymous
November 25 2009, 18:56:50 UTC
It was 5:49 when America awoke, and it took him a moment to realize why it was significant that he was reading a clock. He grabbed his glasses off the endtable and slid them on, snapping his fingers by his ears. His hearing was back as well.
The figure next to him stirred, and America slid back under the sheet.
“England. Hey, England!” he whispered.
“Mmmm? What is it?” was the sleepy answer.
“Thanks.”
England sat up. “Your hearing’s back?”
“Yep. Sight, too.”
England sighed and relaxed against the headboard.
There was a pause, then England spoke. “Did you really not know who it was?”
America nuzzled his neck. “I did. You got pissy about my grammar.”
England scoffed. “I should strangle you for what you’ve done to my language.”
America bit his ear gently. “Maybe you should.”
Just to tie things up, America hadn't been targeted. There was just a stupid kid who got ahold of some high-grade explosives who panicked and ran off after America was knocked out. Two people were fired and one was written up for that
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Re: Blinded Epilogue
anonymous
November 26 2009, 03:52:40 UTC
Anon, thank you for writing this. NotOP think that was very sensual and was kinda hoping tat England would draw a heart on America during the love-making. Either way, I'm very satisfy. <3
His breath rattles in his chest. He can feel it there, can smell the chemicals and feel the burning in his lungs as they shudder. But he can’t hear the coughs, can’t see the asphalt under his hands as loose pebble dig into his back.
America had been walking back from a meeting with Iraq and a few other nations, who were still furious with him. He’d stormed out. No one was listening to him, no one saw that he was trying his damndest and no one gave a flying fuck about anything other than his failures. He’d gone down a sidestreet, heading for a hotel, when he had seen something out of the corner of his eye. He’d turned toward it, but then ( ... )
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The figure next to him stirred, and America slid back under the sheet.
“England. Hey, England!” he whispered.
“Mmmm? What is it?” was the sleepy answer.
“Thanks.”
England sat up. “Your hearing’s back?”
“Yep. Sight, too.”
England sighed and relaxed against the headboard.
There was a pause, then England spoke. “Did you really not know who it was?”
America nuzzled his neck. “I did. You got pissy about my grammar.”
England scoffed. “I should strangle you for what you’ve done to my language.”
America bit his ear gently. “Maybe you should.”
Just to tie things up, America hadn't been targeted. There was just a stupid kid who got ahold of some high-grade explosives who panicked and ran off after America was knocked out. Two people were fired and one was written up for that ( ... )
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Thank you for reading!
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