Blue Lips 29
anonymous
February 6 2011, 04:00:16 UTC
“Put me down!”
“Nyet.”
America huffed, glaring up at the man holding him and then away to the ground as his face burned. America always hated help, and so having to be carried to the house was no better. And it was worse that not only would he have to be carried right now, but he was stuck in a wheel chair. A frikkin’ wheel chair! Things couldn’t get worse, America thought to himself and so he looked at the short snow dusted path they were walking along and to a set of old wooden doors.
It had been left unlocked and Russia glided the door open and shut it quickly behind him to keep the heat inside the divided home. America puffed his cheeks lightly, frowning even though he was interested in the pale yellow wallpaper, which looked ripped away in some spots, and the chipped marble flooring. Before they could get up to the second floor though, a little red door to their left creaked open and Russia turned towards it.
Alfred looked at the little old woman holding onto the doorway, shaking a bit as though she didn’t quite have the
( ... )
Blue Lips 30
anonymous
February 6 2011, 04:01:44 UTC
As soon as he heard the door click shut, the blond American looked about the room finally as he was no longer distracted by the other occupant. It really was cozy, which was a surprise to him. America had always envisioned the house would fit his ‘Evil Russian’ presumptions- dead animal heads staring at you from every angle, torture weapons barely hidden from under the couch or in the corner, blue prints to destroy democracy taped to the walls, and tortured people hanging from the ceiling. The usual décor to every villain’s home. Russia’s home however was nothing even close to this.
America was slightly amazed actually at the apartment that he could see so far and allowed his gaze to crawl along the walls. The room was yellow, but a warm buttery yellow that made you want to curl up into a blanket and sleep winter away. On the wall across from the couch was a fireplace, the once blue mantle smudged and flecked grey. Wrapping around it and covering the entire wall were endless bookshelves filled to the brim with books. America craned
( ... )
Blue Lips 31
anonymous
February 6 2011, 04:05:57 UTC
“What? No.” Alfred looked up, face scrunched in disgust. “That’s just wrong”
Ivan shrugged, coming into the small living room area. Alfred’s eyes followed him, surprised when the other simply sat on the floor and rested against the cold hearth. He drew up his knees and looked more like a young man about to read a book or smoke than a once formidable and deadly foe. But Alfred suspected that was due to him being within his own home and was therefore comfortable. America probably should have been more uncomfortable, but after being trapped in the hospital and the flimsy gowns, anything was heaven. “Would it not make sense that if meat is love, the cannibalism follows?”
“Would you eat the person you love? Totally not going out with you if that’s the case.” America looked around the room, eyes caught by small glass bowl. “You have pet fish?”
“Nyet.” Russia looked confused and followed America’s gaze, craning his neck up. Finally his bright gaze fell on the object the younger nation had been asking about and cleared his throat. “I had
( ... )
Re: Blue Lips 31
anonymous
February 6 2011, 06:10:42 UTC
Fish die really easy, even if you don't give them vodka. At least in my experience, I've never had a fish last more than a week lol. But aw, he never got a new one, and every time he looks at the bowl he probably thinks about it :( Maybe America can get him to get a new one :D And cute little old lady neighbor? I am totally working forward to more of her! I'm glad someone's around to try and take care of Ivan. I love this story! I can't wait for the next part!
Re: Blue Lips 31
anonymous
February 6 2011, 09:44:37 UTC
UPDAAAAAAAAAAATE :DDDDDDD
-calms down-
Russia having a pet fish sounds so adorable! And the name "sputnik" is awesome x'D The old lady living next door sounds like she'll be an interesting secondary character! I hope we will get to see more of her? maybe she'll tell alfred embarrassing stories about Ivan??
Definitely looking forward to the next chapter, author-anon!!!
Re: Blue Lips 31
anonymous
February 6 2011, 10:38:20 UTC
Oh you are back! *sends you kisses and hugs through the internet*
Ivan killed his pet fish accidentally :( But I have to admit I lol at Alfred hoping his caregiver won't be so careless with him XD Alfred and his association with rabbit!!! Alfred having no problem eating rabbit meat makes sense to me, since he was a practical farming/hunting society in the beginning.
Re: Blue Lips 31
anonymous
February 9 2011, 03:50:34 UTC
Pffft, Ivan killing his fish with vodka just about had me rolling with laughter. Poor fishy.
But anyway, I'm so glad to see this updated! I'm really looking forward to the story progression, and more of these guys' antics as America heals up. X3
reCaptcha: nudist leidner- Well, I could deal with Ivan being a nudist later on... lol
Blue Lips 32
anonymous
March 13 2011, 05:25:09 UTC
“Ya know,” America said as he shifted his back against the pillows on the couch, “This could end up being a whole lotta wrong.”
Russia turned to look at America from the small desk he was doing his paperwork at. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Alfred huffed, pushing a strand of blond hair away from his face and noting he would have to shower soon again, “Like Misery-did you ever see that movie?”
Russia scrawled out a signature quickly, the scratching of his pen sounding loud in the silent room. “I have not.”
“Huh.” Alfred looked down at his toes and then over at Russia, watching him scratch at the blue sweater he was wearing. “It’s sort of a situation like this, ya know- guy’s hurt and someone takes care of him- only the woman who takes care of the guy smashes his feet so he can’t leave.”
“Sounds a bit crazy.” Russia murmured, picking another paper up and scanning it before tossing it to a pile on the other side of his desk. He picked up an empty mug on his desk, tilting it from side to side as he thought about making another
( ... )
33 Blue Lips
anonymous
March 13 2011, 05:27:31 UTC
“You need to shower.” At this Russia wrinkled his nose, “You cannot stay in your own filth.” He began to walk towards the kitchen and noticed Alfred was watching him carefully.
“And we already went over why I haven’t!” When Russia turned the corner to the kitchen and disappeared from America’s line of sight, he glared at the empty fishbowl on the bookcase.
“We’re both men, I don’t see the problem,” Russia called with an edge of gruffness.
“That excuse is not working.” America brought his hand up, giving an invisible audience a wag of his finger, zipping it in a wide ‘Z’ with attitude. “It ain’t happenin’. Secondly, why can’t you just put a chair in the shower?”
“I don’t have any plastic chairs.” Russia came back into the living room after he had put the kettle on and handed over a slice of plain bread to America.
The blue-eyed nation took it with a nod in thanks, but only nibbled at it. The recent medication he was on made him nauseous and the thought of anything other than the plainest of foods made his stomach knot.
( ... )
Blue Lips 34
anonymous
March 13 2011, 05:34:35 UTC
“That would be awkward, da? And we will be together for a while. All I will do is help you stand up, you will at least be wearing your underwear.” Russia was smiling and America’s face turned dark red. “The shower is small,” he continued and shrugged, walking back to the kitchen. “I hit my elbow every day in there.”
“Might be why you’re so irritable all the time," Alfred murmured to himself, trying to divert the conversation. He cleared his throat while the kettle began to shrilly scream from the kitchen.
“I am not irritable,” Ivan retorted moments later, coming back from the kitchen with a steaming mug. He placed it on the desk he had been working at and then turned around to talk to America once again, frowning at the look of disbelief on the other’s face.
America rolled his eyes and then focused back to the ball between his fingers. “Yeah, sure you aren’t, ya big bear.”
A moment of idiocy strikes me again! I meant to have added 'and translated into Russian', somewhere in there. Sorry for the confusion there, I'll make that more clear and fix it when I eventually deanon.
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“Put me down!”
“Nyet.”
America huffed, glaring up at the man holding him and then away to the ground as his face burned. America always hated help, and so having to be carried to the house was no better. And it was worse that not only would he have to be carried right now, but he was stuck in a wheel chair. A frikkin’ wheel chair! Things couldn’t get worse, America thought to himself and so he looked at the short snow dusted path they were walking along and to a set of old wooden doors.
It had been left unlocked and Russia glided the door open and shut it quickly behind him to keep the heat inside the divided home. America puffed his cheeks lightly, frowning even though he was interested in the pale yellow wallpaper, which looked ripped away in some spots, and the chipped marble flooring. Before they could get up to the second floor though, a little red door to their left creaked open and Russia turned towards it.
Alfred looked at the little old woman holding onto the doorway, shaking a bit as though she didn’t quite have the ( ... )
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As soon as he heard the door click shut, the blond American looked about the room finally as he was no longer distracted by the other occupant. It really was cozy, which was a surprise to him. America had always envisioned the house would fit his ‘Evil Russian’ presumptions- dead animal heads staring at you from every angle, torture weapons barely hidden from under the couch or in the corner, blue prints to destroy democracy taped to the walls, and tortured people hanging from the ceiling. The usual décor to every villain’s home. Russia’s home however was nothing even close to this.
America was slightly amazed actually at the apartment that he could see so far and allowed his gaze to crawl along the walls. The room was yellow, but a warm buttery yellow that made you want to curl up into a blanket and sleep winter away. On the wall across from the couch was a fireplace, the once blue mantle smudged and flecked grey. Wrapping around it and covering the entire wall were endless bookshelves filled to the brim with books. America craned ( ... )
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“What? No.” Alfred looked up, face scrunched in disgust. “That’s just wrong”
Ivan shrugged, coming into the small living room area. Alfred’s eyes followed him, surprised when the other simply sat on the floor and rested against the cold hearth. He drew up his knees and looked more like a young man about to read a book or smoke than a once formidable and deadly foe. But Alfred suspected that was due to him being within his own home and was therefore comfortable. America probably should have been more uncomfortable, but after being trapped in the hospital and the flimsy gowns, anything was heaven. “Would it not make sense that if meat is love, the cannibalism follows?”
“Would you eat the person you love? Totally not going out with you if that’s the case.” America looked around the room, eyes caught by small glass bowl. “You have pet fish?”
“Nyet.” Russia looked confused and followed America’s gaze, craning his neck up. Finally his bright gaze fell on the object the younger nation had been asking about and cleared his throat. “I had ( ... )
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No, Ivan. No, they don't. Poor fish. Poor Ivan when he realized he drunkenly killed his pet fish! I bet he was devastated.
I've had pet bettas for about ten years now. It makes me smile to think of Russia with one. If I ever get an orange one I will name him Sputnik :)!
still loving this fill A!anon, can't wait for more.
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LOVE THIS. AS ALWAYS.
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And cute little old lady neighbor? I am totally working forward to more of her! I'm glad someone's around to try and take care of Ivan.
I love this story! I can't wait for the next part!
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-calms down-
Russia having a pet fish sounds so adorable! And the name "sputnik" is awesome x'D The old lady living next door sounds like she'll be an interesting secondary character! I hope we will get to see more of her? maybe she'll tell alfred embarrassing stories about Ivan??
Definitely looking forward to the next chapter, author-anon!!!
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Ivan killed his pet fish accidentally :( But I have to admit I lol at Alfred hoping his caregiver won't be so careless with him XD
Alfred and his association with rabbit!!! Alfred having no problem eating rabbit meat makes sense to me, since he was a practical farming/hunting society in the beginning.
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But anyway, I'm so glad to see this updated! I'm really looking forward to the story progression, and more of these guys' antics as America heals up. X3
reCaptcha: nudist leidner- Well, I could deal with Ivan being a nudist later on... lol
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“Ya know,” America said as he shifted his back against the pillows on the couch, “This could end up being a whole lotta wrong.”
Russia turned to look at America from the small desk he was doing his paperwork at. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Alfred huffed, pushing a strand of blond hair away from his face and noting he would have to shower soon again, “Like Misery-did you ever see that movie?”
Russia scrawled out a signature quickly, the scratching of his pen sounding loud in the silent room. “I have not.”
“Huh.” Alfred looked down at his toes and then over at Russia, watching him scratch at the blue sweater he was wearing. “It’s sort of a situation like this, ya know- guy’s hurt and someone takes care of him- only the woman who takes care of the guy smashes his feet so he can’t leave.”
“Sounds a bit crazy.” Russia murmured, picking another paper up and scanning it before tossing it to a pile on the other side of his desk. He picked up an empty mug on his desk, tilting it from side to side as he thought about making another ( ... )
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“You need to shower.” At this Russia wrinkled his nose, “You cannot stay in your own filth.” He began to walk towards the kitchen and noticed Alfred was watching him carefully.
“And we already went over why I haven’t!” When Russia turned the corner to the kitchen and disappeared from America’s line of sight, he glared at the empty fishbowl on the bookcase.
“We’re both men, I don’t see the problem,” Russia called with an edge of gruffness.
“That excuse is not working.” America brought his hand up, giving an invisible audience a wag of his finger, zipping it in a wide ‘Z’ with attitude. “It ain’t happenin’. Secondly, why can’t you just put a chair in the shower?”
“I don’t have any plastic chairs.” Russia came back into the living room after he had put the kettle on and handed over a slice of plain bread to America.
The blue-eyed nation took it with a nod in thanks, but only nibbled at it. The recent medication he was on made him nauseous and the thought of anything other than the plainest of foods made his stomach knot. ( ... )
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“That would be awkward, da? And we will be together for a while. All I will do is help you stand up, you will at least be wearing your underwear.” Russia was smiling and America’s face turned dark red. “The shower is small,” he continued and shrugged, walking back to the kitchen. “I hit my elbow every day in there.”
“Might be why you’re so irritable all the time," Alfred murmured to himself, trying to divert the conversation. He cleared his throat while the kettle began to shrilly scream from the kitchen.
“I am not irritable,” Ivan retorted moments later, coming back from the kitchen with a steaming mug. He placed it on the desk he had been working at and then turned around to talk to America once again, frowning at the look of disbelief on the other’s face.
America rolled his eyes and then focused back to the ball between his fingers. “Yeah, sure you aren’t, ya big bear.”
“Bear ( ... )
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The only thing confused me - did Russia really read the stories in English to the Russian five years old girl?
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