Russia/America - Serenading
anonymous
December 3 2010, 05:30:02 UTC
Russia, in an attempt to win America's affections, goes around at every possible moment to break out into some kind of song (one of Alfred's even!) to serenade him into a relationship. From throwing (rather large) rocks at his window to belting it out in the middle of a meeting to woo America via song.
Anon wants a mix of almost humorous (borderline inappropriate) fail and mushy songs Russia belts out. And lots of embarrassed and mortified America. With some actually successful, serenade worthy songs.
in short some lols, but its all damnably romantic on Russia's part with flustered America, with Russia being the victor in the end.
When I sing, do you go weak in the knees? [Prologue-a/?]
anonymous
December 15 2010, 05:33:03 UTC
There were times that America hated his government.
And even though he did love and cherish democracy and everything it stood for, there were some occasions (such as this one) where he wished that he didn’t have to go through an extremely long process just to file a restraining order.
Heroes shouldn’t be put through this kind of stress!
Apparently someone way up high decided to make life suck for America, and stick him with an unrelenting secretary.
“C’mon, I just need to get the guy to stay away from me!”
The woman raised an eyebrow, green eyes dull from boredom. “Look here, Mr…”
“Jones.”
“Right. See, Mr. Jones, you can’t file a restraining order on a diplomatic representative. You might as well declare war on the country. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
War would be better than this hell. “Yeah…” The secretary smiled slightly, not unlike a mother chastising her child. “Good. Now that that’s cleared up, why don’t you run along and do whatever it is you ambassadors do.” She looked back down at her desk and began to file
( ... )
When I sing, do you go weak in the knees? [Prologue-b/?]
anonymous
December 15 2010, 05:34:20 UTC
It was a cold January evening, and America was enjoying a nice cup of hot cocoa (nothing like the basics) topped with excessive amounts of whipped cream. He was curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped firmly in place and the TV flickering quietly. As sleep slowly overtook him, a knock sounded on the door
( ... )
When I sing, do you go weak in the knees? [Prologue-c/?]
anonymous
December 15 2010, 05:35:15 UTC
A low chuckle rumbled from Russia’s throat. He hooked his leg around America’s shin and flipped them so he was crouched over America. “It is only rape when it is nonconsensual, yes? And believe me, you will be begging me to take you harder…” Russia licked the side of America’s neck. “…and longer…” He slid his cold hands under America’s shirt, coaxing a moan from him. “…until you see those precious stars and stripes of yours when I release into you…” Russia lifted his head and breathed on Nantucket softly until it twitched and America mewled quietly, much to his embarrassment.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Russia picked himself off of America and smoothed his coat out. “W-wha-?”
“Come, America. Did you really think that I would rape the United States? It would take much more manpower to hold you down. It would also require the help of almost every nation. Think of it as…a world gangbang, if you wish. The only reason I would do so alone would be if I had a death wish or…” He leaned in closer. “…you gave me your consent
( ... )
When I sing, do you go weak in the knees? [Prologue-d/?]
anonymous
December 15 2010, 05:37:52 UTC
”He had the right idea, but he should’ve known you don’t give jewelry to a guy you like.” America sighed dreamily. “Of course if I were female, with a huge rack and all, I’d definitely wear it. The gems were so shiny…”
America glanced down at the secretary who had developed an eye twitch very similar to Germany’s. “Anyways, I kicked him out alright, but that didn’t mean he went back to his hotel room…”
“America, are you sure you don’t want to hear your song?”
“Oh yes, because every guy wants a creepy-as-fuck Russian crooning to them at fucking 2 a.m. in the morning!” Yeah. Sarcasm.
Apparently Russia didn’t quite catch the condescending tone in America’s voice, so he smiled and brought out a CD player. “Okay!”
“Hell NO!” America slammed the door behind Russia once he pushed him outside and stalked off to his room. He threw himself on his bed and covered his face with a pillow. Just a few hours of sleep, and when he woke up it would all be just a dream.
Or a nightmare.
“Creepy commie Russians and their creepy….creepyness.” Ooh,
( ... )
When I sing, do you go weak in the knees? [Prologue-e/?]
anonymous
December 15 2010, 05:39:38 UTC
“Well no freaking duh! Now get away! Go on! Shoo!” Russia merely walked closer to America and leaned down so that he was eye level with the other. “You are very adorable when you have a pouting look, America
( ... )
Re: When I sing, do you go weak in the knees? [Prologue-e/?]
anonymous
December 28 2010, 17:22:38 UTC
I didn't know how fucking badly I needed this until it was all up in my grill. Goddamn I love you Russia, but you scary. author!Anon, I hope you post more soon, because this is definitely turning out excellently.
reCaptcha: Freiburg trendold. Oh now you're just making up words, Captcha. Don't be lazy.
Hey, this clicky thing lets me make words. Weird.
anonymous
January 15 2011, 00:03:15 UTC
D:
Whoa guys. It's already been a month. Okay. DUDES, SO FUCKING SORRY. I SWEAR I'M WORKING ON IT, BUT...THE WAY MY HEAD WORKS, IT FILLS THINGS BACKWARDS. SO...I'M WORKING IT OUT BACKWARDS. >>;; I'm definitely not stopping though. No way. Having too much fun torturing America. LMAO, but don't worry. I've got this special notebook I carry around my classes and outline my stories in there, AND THIS ONE IS ON THE FIRST PAGE HURR-/shot
Russia, in an attempt to win America's affections, goes around at every possible moment to break out into some kind of song (one of Alfred's even!) to serenade him into a relationship. From throwing (rather large) rocks at his window to belting it out in the middle of a meeting to woo America via song.
Anon wants a mix of almost humorous (borderline inappropriate) fail and mushy songs Russia belts out. And lots of embarrassed and mortified America. With some actually successful, serenade worthy songs.
in short some lols, but its all damnably romantic on Russia's part with flustered America, with Russia being the victor in the end.
Bonus: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sl7lU-Zg3eM
(or if anything this is inspiration)
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And even though he did love and cherish democracy and everything it stood for, there were some occasions (such as this one) where he wished that he didn’t have to go through an extremely long process just to file a restraining order.
Heroes shouldn’t be put through this kind of stress!
Apparently someone way up high decided to make life suck for America, and stick him with an unrelenting secretary.
“C’mon, I just need to get the guy to stay away from me!”
The woman raised an eyebrow, green eyes dull from boredom. “Look here, Mr…”
“Jones.”
“Right. See, Mr. Jones, you can’t file a restraining order on a diplomatic representative. You might as well declare war on the country. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
War would be better than this hell. “Yeah…” The secretary smiled slightly, not unlike a mother chastising her child. “Good. Now that that’s cleared up, why don’t you run along and do whatever it is you ambassadors do.” She looked back down at her desk and began to file ( ... )
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Hook, line, and sinker.
Russia picked himself off of America and smoothed his coat out. “W-wha-?”
“Come, America. Did you really think that I would rape the United States? It would take much more manpower to hold you down. It would also require the help of almost every nation. Think of it as…a world gangbang, if you wish. The only reason I would do so alone would be if I had a death wish or…” He leaned in closer. “…you gave me your consent ( ... )
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America glanced down at the secretary who had developed an eye twitch very similar to Germany’s. “Anyways, I kicked him out alright, but that didn’t mean he went back to his hotel room…”
“America, are you sure you don’t want to hear your song?”
“Oh yes, because every guy wants a creepy-as-fuck Russian crooning to them at fucking 2 a.m. in the morning!” Yeah. Sarcasm.
Apparently Russia didn’t quite catch the condescending tone in America’s voice, so he smiled and brought out a CD player. “Okay!”
“Hell NO!” America slammed the door behind Russia once he pushed him outside and stalked off to his room. He threw himself on his bed and covered his face with a pillow. Just a few hours of sleep, and when he woke up it would all be just a dream.
Or a nightmare.
“Creepy commie Russians and their creepy….creepyness.” Ooh, ( ... )
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I know Russia hasn't actually started singing...that comes later~ He's just....busy, being creeper Russia....
Er, so I don't know how to file a restraining order, so if it seems really bad, I'm sorry! I'm a horrible American citizen!
asdfghjkl -crawls away to die-
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I LOVE YOUR CREEPER!RUSSIA. HE'S PERFECT IMO.
Please, PLEASE keep this up. Uuuuuuuu I need more of this SO BAD
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I'M DIEING!
DIEING.
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<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
and ohmyGod Al's story telling lmaooo<3 I am besidemyself, I am laughing so hard. Thank you so much author!anon!! Thank you!!! <3333333333
captcha: Warrity measures
ohdear, really now?
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Ah...-bows humbly-
You're welcome, OP~ It was fun to write, and I swear I'm working on the next chapter! -shifty eyes-
reCaptcha: were impecto....is captcha implying something?
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author!Anon, I hope you post more soon, because this is definitely turning out excellently.
reCaptcha: Freiburg trendold. Oh now you're just making up words, Captcha. Don't be lazy.
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Whoa guys. It's already been a month. Okay.
DUDES, SO FUCKING SORRY. I SWEAR I'M WORKING ON IT, BUT...THE WAY MY HEAD WORKS, IT FILLS THINGS BACKWARDS. SO...I'M WORKING IT OUT BACKWARDS.
>>;;
I'm definitely not stopping though. No way. Having too much fun torturing America. LMAO, but don't worry. I've got this special notebook I carry around my classes and outline my stories in there, AND THIS ONE IS ON THE FIRST PAGE HURR-/shot
FINALS GAIZ. THEY BE A BITCH.
~S!Anon
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