The Companion [1.4/??]
anonymous
March 31 2010, 23:45:19 UTC
Only darkness greeted his eyes, and yet he was still convinced Russia was lurking close-by. America began to actively scout him out as stealthily as he could, peering around trees and peeking through bushes. Panic turned to curiosity as America continued to find no clues pointing to another presence. Had the other man only looked like Russia
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The Companion [1.5/??]
anonymous
March 31 2010, 23:52:51 UTC
Things happened rapid succession, despite the slow passing of precious seconds. America knew he was being dragged backwards, being slammed down against the hood of the settling car. An elbow, not his own, connected with the middle of his back, causing him to cry out in pain
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Re: The Companion [1.5/??]
anonymous
April 3 2010, 04:55:25 UTC
I'm glad you enjoy them as much as I do! Without them I don't work in nearly such a timely fashion. Deadlines are one of the few things that actually get me to start writing.
The Companion [2.1]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 16:54:20 UTC
America stretched languidly beneath warm covers, curling his back into a delicate arch, taking the first deep breath of the new day. He coughed as the breath hitched in his throat, grating and raw. He found the insides of his mouth swollen and dry, his tongue like wire mesh
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The Companion [2.2/??]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 16:56:20 UTC
Cold waves of alarm rolled over America as he lay on the floor, eyes locked on nothingness. What was Russia going to do to him? Something weird, something wrong, no doubt. Carve out his tongue, hang him from the rafters, possibly both? Worse yet, Russia could be under the impression that he could control America, like a little puppet, force him to bend foreign policies and start new wars
( ... )
The Companion [2.3/??]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 16:57:45 UTC
America's fingers loosened on his makeshift weapon. Maybe throwing things at Russia wasn't such a good idea. America would have the element of surprise, but Russia might recover more quickly than anticipated and in turn pulverize him into a fine pulp
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The Companion [2.4/??]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 17:00:00 UTC
Russia sighed, shifted in his chair, one leg crossing the other. He wasn't going anywhere. America studied the pale walls of the room with disinterest, listening to as Russia leaned from one side to another, drumming his fingers on the nightstand with a bored edge before looking inside it. The scrabble of a pencil being picked up and the flutter of notepad pages as they were flicked through touched against America's ears
( ... )
The Companion [2.6/??]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 17:03:32 UTC
"It was a joke, like, you know the saying─" America let out a flustered breath and threw his hands in the air. "Pretend I never even mentioned it."
Russia reached over to take America's hands in his own, patting them in a caring fashion. "You needn't be upset, I will be gone soon enough."
America slipped his hands from Russia's grasps, folding his arms to shield himself. "Where're you headin' off to?"
"I'm going to pick up some groceries. Or I would, if you'd tell me what you'd like."
America brightened, seeing the slightest light at the end of the tunnel. If he cooperated, Russia would be out of his hair much sooner. He fumbled with the box in his lap, tore the top off and shoveled a handful a fish into his mouth, good ideas always made him hungry. "More of these, for starters."
Russia wrote it down and nodded for America to go on.
"Uh, some cookies. Specifically the ones the animals ones that are all pink and white. Also some soda, any kind is good."
The Companion [2.7/??]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 17:05:28 UTC
"I'm not dead, really," Russia assured him, holding out his arm, palm up, to America. "Touch it."
America delicately placed his hand in Russia's, listening to the crinkle of stiff leather, watching as Russia's gloved hand lightly squeezed his own. They sat quietly for a moment, America looking at his hand in Russia's own, unamused by how pale and dainty it looked. He didn't even know what this was accomplishing, or if it was even had anything to accomplish
( ... )
The Companion [2.8/??]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 17:07:33 UTC
He certainly didn't view people as living, breathing things, with wants and needs of their own. They were only around to serve him, provide entertainment. No matter what he pretended to be, Russia was not human, his mind dwelt in places that none ever should, and committed acts so horrific there were no words to describe them
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Russia reached over to take America's hands in his own, patting them in a caring fashion. "You needn't be upset, I will be gone soon enough."
America slipped his hands from Russia's grasps, folding his arms to shield himself. "Where're you headin' off to?"
"I'm going to pick up some groceries. Or I would, if you'd tell me what you'd like."
America brightened, seeing the slightest light at the end of the tunnel. If he cooperated, Russia would be out of his hair much sooner. He fumbled with the box in his lap, tore the top off and shoveled a handful a fish into his mouth, good ideas always made him hungry. "More of these, for starters."
Russia wrote it down and nodded for America to go on.
"Uh, some cookies. Specifically the ones the animals ones that are all pink and white. Also some soda, any kind is good."
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America delicately placed his hand in Russia's, listening to the crinkle of stiff leather, watching as Russia's gloved hand lightly squeezed his own. They sat quietly for a moment, America looking at his hand in Russia's own, unamused by how pale and dainty it looked. He didn't even know what this was accomplishing, or if it was even had anything to accomplish ( ... )
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