[Part 8] Anything Goes - Invasion (Russia/America)
anonymous
February 8 2011, 00:44:06 UTC
This is a place holder for the further chapters of "Invasion".
Summary: Alfred struggles to find solace after civilization crumbles in a post-apocalyptic world. My take on the classic “Aliens invade planet earth” set up. Pairings: Russia/America (main), America/Canada (Platonic/Brotherly), Canada/Ukraine (Mentioned)
Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 1
anonymous
February 9 2011, 08:31:30 UTC
Just wanted to say that I *am* winding the story down, but I’m trying to do it in a realistic way. The aliens suffered a great loss from the signal, but there are still millions of them infesting the earth. Realistically, it would take a long, long time to finally defeat/kill them all.
America stared bleary eyed at the ceiling of the tent he shared with Russia, and sighed. The last four nights were spent fighting sleeplessness and staring at the ceiling of their tent. The sun just beginning to rise, a light rain fell outside and dropped against the dark canvas of their tent. The air was cool, crisp and silent…save for Russia lay directly beside him, snoring softly.
Turning on his side, America stared down at the elder nation. The cuts and bruises from the fight on the alien ships in orbit were nearly healed. Tracing one that ran across his chest, America frowned.
We came so close to dying… if we didn’t have the other’s help…
Russia hummed inquiringly, shifting in his sleeping bag and blinking the sleep away. America curled his
( ... )
Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 2
anonymous
February 9 2011, 08:32:45 UTC
“No way. I can’t do that!” America hissed, his voice barely audible. “I…I can’t.” His face burned crimson, his puritan roots rising up to consume him. “That’s my brother. And Francis.”
Russia only hummed and raised his eyebrows. America frowned, face still burning red, and turned around in his own sleeping back, willing his arousal away before he reached for his jeans. Threading his legs through, he scooted them up his hips and buttoned them. Russia stretched, groaning softly as his muscles stretched and joints popped.
Escaping the confines of the tent, America flung the canvas flap aside and stepped outside. Canada knelt before the circle of stones and blew on the glowing embers to rekindle the fire from the night before, his cheeks dusted with pink. France slowed in his rummaging of the cans of food to leer at America with a raised eyebrow, smile fixed on his face.
Fuck. I’m never going to live this down.
Face about to burst into flames, America stormed over to the fire and picked up his pack, sending an embarrassed glare at France
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Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 3
anonymous
February 9 2011, 08:33:55 UTC
Fuck! America pulled his boxers on one handed, turned and ran as quickly and silently as he could through the bushes and into the field. Skidding to a halt in camp, America flung his pack to the ground and rummaged through it for his magnum.
“An alien patrol is crossing the stream right now.” America gasped. “They have human guns, including a water-cooled machine gun!”
The others burst into action. Canada and France flew to their tent for the weapons they had. Russia grabbed his weapons from the tent, and motioned to the depression on the other side of the road, a good place for cover.
America waved at him to go ahead while he ripped up a handful of grasses. Canada and France followed Russia across the road, where all three half-crouched, half sat in the dirt beside the raised road. America swept the ripped grasses across the ground, clearing away their footprints on the road.
“Hurry!” Canada hissed at him.
America swept the last footprint away and jumped into the depression, his belongings crashing to the ground beside him.
Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 4
anonymous
February 9 2011, 08:35:50 UTC
France nodded in agreement, a tight smile growing on his face. “It pains me to say this… but with their weapons rendered useless from the signal, they are now going after our military bases for a means to fight back. We must guard our former military areas that escaped the flash with everything we have…if we hope to get rid of them once and for all.”
“If the elements don’t kill them for us.” Russia muttered darkly. “If this winter season does not kill those remaining in the north, the next winter will do it. I will make sure of it.”
“The deserts too.” America remarked. “They don’t do well in dry, hot places. Most likely those aliens left will head for the mild, tropical climates.”
“Which means the nations closer to the equator will be fighting for a long time.” Canada sighed, a weariness settling over his shoulders. “I cannot wait for them to be gone.”
France nodded grimly and folded his arms across his chest, shouldering his rifle.
Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 5
anonymous
February 9 2011, 08:36:49 UTC
“No-oooowww~!!” America shouted back, his negative answer turning into another shout of pain as Canada scrubbed a tad harder than necessary on one particular cut. “Not so hard- ow!!”
“Shit- fuck!” America cussed as he clenched his hands around the steel rebar, the metal giving way under his grip.
Canada finally finished, and handed the now scrubbed clean foot to France, who smoothed a cool, numbing herb solution over his foot. Taking the boiled bandages, he wrapped them around his foot and secured them with a knot.
America gasped, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Russia finally pulled the rebar away, unable to help staring with fascination at the finger indentations before tossing it away.
“You’re not allowed to bathe alone anymore.” Canada snapped, irritation dripping from each word. “Since you can’t be bothered to take your bandages off.”
“Yes, mom.”
France took the pot of soiled hot water and flung the contents into the tall grasses nearby. Returning, he took a kettle, filled it with water and set it over the fire. “
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Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 6
anonymous
February 9 2011, 08:37:34 UTC
“Well?” Nevada asked, breathing the smoke into the fireplace so the other nations wouldn’t have to breath it in. “You gonna bet anything?”
“Hang on a second.” Prussia stared at his hand for a moment before taking one card and setting it into the discard pile. Picking another up, he rearranged his cards for a moment before flicking a silver coin into the pile. Smirking, he glanced at the others and lay his hand down for all to see. A pair of aces stood out in the center of the hand.
England huffed and slapped his hand down, revealing a pair of jacks. “I never liked poker anyways.”
“That’s cause you never win.” Prussia smirked, shit-eating grin firmly in place. “Well, little state?? Come on, let’s see them!”
Nevada calmly lay his hand down and raised his other hand to press the cigarette to his lips. England and Prussia gaped openly. It was a Full house, three 10’s and two Kings.
“No way!” Prussia exclaimed, frowning. “A winning hand three times in a row??”
“He was not cheating.” England admitted. “I watched him this time.”
Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 7
anonymous
February 9 2011, 08:38:46 UTC
“You two…lord you have no idea how worried…” England cut himself off and wrapped his arms around the twins, his shoulders wilting in relief. “Just…don’t ever worry me like that again.”
Russia stood outside of the group of hugging nations and unloaded the wagons. Germany and Prussia came up to him and helped unload the food stuffs and other supplies inside. Prussia unhooked the horses from the wagon and walked them around the empty, insulated storage shed by the back of the house to prepare bedding, food and water for the animals.
“I told you I would bring them back, did I not?” France smiled down at the island nation, eyes softening.
England frowned and turned away, pink dusting his cheeks. “Yes…you did.” He glanced over the North America twins once more. “Not bad for a frog. I could’ve done a far better job, I assure you.”
“Oh, is that so?” France challenged.
“It is a fact!” England threw back. “First, I wouldn’t have taken so bloody long to get here!”
“Oh what is that Aesop saying…ah- ‘slow and steady wins the race’…right?”
Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 8
anonymous
February 9 2011, 08:39:48 UTC
Canada’s eyes widened, realization dawning. The other nations crowded in around the speaker, straining to hear.
“…Told me what?” America dug his fingers into his knees. “Something’s wrong. I can hear it in your voice.”
“Nothing’s wrong-…well…” Tony tapped his fingers, sighing once more. “You remember when we first met?”
“Uh-…yeah.” America blinked, taken aback at the question. “I remember. You were exploring our solar system. Your ship was malfunctioning and you crash landed here. ”
“Yes.” Tony confirmed. “But that’s not the entire story.”
“It’s…not?”
“My ship malfunctioning and my crash landing is true.” Tony hesitated for a moment before he continued. “But I am not an explorer. I’m part of a volunteer only military secret agent program from my home planet. I came here on a mission. My sole purpose was to prevent the invasion that started six years ago.”
America’s tongue glued itself to the roof of his mouth. A collective intake of air filled the room. Canada sat opposite of his brother, and stared at the speaker.
The raging feelings of anger, impatience, and betrayal disappeared. Something tight wedged itself inside America’s chest.
“…What?”
“I can’t return.” Tony repeated. “I…I have to go back home.”
“You…” America breathed, still reeling in shock. “Have to go back?”
“Yes.”
Three seconds passed before America regained the ability to speak again.
“Why?” America demanded, heart breaking. “Why do you have to go back?”
“Because…those are my orders.” Tony said weakly, but in a much stronger voice, stated: “’You are to go to star system 34 x 107, planet L3. Locally named: Earth. Observe and report; Interaction with populace is at your own discretion. Log one hundred local years; return and report. If planet hunters arrive, use every means necessary to quell threat. If threat neutralized; return and report.’” Tony paused a moment before speaking again. “We neutralized the alien forces. And now…I have to return and report.”
Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 10
anonymous
February 9 2011, 08:42:10 UTC
“I’m not just a citizen. I’m a part of my home planet’s special military task force. I don’t have a choice in the matter.” Tony sighed. “When they give me orders…I have to follow them.”
“I…” America breathed, a heavy weariness overcoming him. “…I understand. Orders are orders…right?”
“…Right.” Tony admitted, his voice wavering. “You’re my best friend, America. I’ll never forget you.”
America blinked and swallowed, his heart twisting inside his ribcage at the alien’s words. Nevada gaped open mouthed at the speaker. The other nations stared in shock, all of them rendered speechless.
“Hey- hey Tony!” Nevada called, his voice wavering slightly as he stepped closer to America. “The states and I-…we’ll all miss you. Don’t forget about us…okay?”
“I won’t.” Tony declared. “I’ll miss all of you.”
America gripped his knees and rode the wave of raw emotion the flooded his insides. It felt as if a part of him were being torn away.
“So… you’re really leaving.” America finally managed. “You’re not…coming back.”
:'( I hope he makes a dramatic come back, just like in those stupid movies when the girl (ahum) leaves and then regrets, and then come back and it's so "unexpected" and then I effing cry T_T
Also, America is such a sissy :p You should have thought about it before ruining your feet, now stop complaining!
You know... Tony's leaving don't make me as sad as the thought that this fill is almost done... D': ... I don't even LIKE RusAme or action or long fills... Why the hell is it so good, Anon? T_T
Re: Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 10
anonymous
February 9 2011, 15:38:02 UTC
Judging by my tears, I'd say you succeeded brilliantly *sniff*
This was such an emotional chapter...first with Russia and America trying to find solace in each other, but privacy being hard to find in these circumstances. Then, the reunion of all, England's mommy reaction and all too bad there wasn't any serious FrUK action. I'm also sad for Canada, who didn't get to see his Ukraine. Will he see her before parting?
Tony's parting is hard for me to accept too. I saw it coming, I was almost sure this was what he'd tell Alfred, but man, still ;_; I hope Russia can give America the consolation he needs...they still have to get it on as well
This is such an excellent story, and I'm so sad to see it coming to an end...but on the other hand, the pace has been so spectacular, it only makes sense it ends when it has to, as one of its greatest strengths.
Summary: Alfred struggles to find solace after civilization crumbles in a post-apocalyptic world. My take on the classic “Aliens invade planet earth” set up.
Pairings: Russia/America (main), America/Canada (Platonic/Brotherly), Canada/Ukraine (Mentioned)
Fill Parts 1 - 23 = http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11411.html?thread=40663955#t40663955
Fill Parts 24 - 52 = http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=46122137#t46122137
Fill Parts 53 - 55 = http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=60711481#t60711481
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America stared bleary eyed at the ceiling of the tent he shared with Russia, and sighed. The last four nights were spent fighting sleeplessness and staring at the ceiling of their tent. The sun just beginning to rise, a light rain fell outside and dropped against the dark canvas of their tent. The air was cool, crisp and silent…save for Russia lay directly beside him, snoring softly.
Turning on his side, America stared down at the elder nation. The cuts and bruises from the fight on the alien ships in orbit were nearly healed. Tracing one that ran across his chest, America frowned.
We came so close to dying… if we didn’t have the other’s help…
Russia hummed inquiringly, shifting in his sleeping bag and blinking the sleep away. America curled his ( ... )
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Russia only hummed and raised his eyebrows. America frowned, face still burning red, and turned around in his own sleeping back, willing his arousal away before he reached for his jeans. Threading his legs through, he scooted them up his hips and buttoned them. Russia stretched, groaning softly as his muscles stretched and joints popped.
Escaping the confines of the tent, America flung the canvas flap aside and stepped outside. Canada knelt before the circle of stones and blew on the glowing embers to rekindle the fire from the night before, his cheeks dusted with pink. France slowed in his rummaging of the cans of food to leer at America with a raised eyebrow, smile fixed on his face.
Fuck. I’m never going to live this down.
Face about to burst into flames, America stormed over to the fire and picked up his pack, sending an embarrassed glare at France ( ... )
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“An alien patrol is crossing the stream right now.” America gasped. “They have human guns, including a water-cooled machine gun!”
The others burst into action. Canada and France flew to their tent for the weapons they had. Russia grabbed his weapons from the tent, and motioned to the depression on the other side of the road, a good place for cover.
America waved at him to go ahead while he ripped up a handful of grasses. Canada and France followed Russia across the road, where all three half-crouched, half sat in the dirt beside the raised road. America swept the ripped grasses across the ground, clearing away their footprints on the road.
“Hurry!” Canada hissed at him.
America swept the last footprint away and jumped into the depression, his belongings crashing to the ground beside him.
“How ( ... )
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“If the elements don’t kill them for us.” Russia muttered darkly. “If this winter season does not kill those remaining in the north, the next winter will do it. I will make sure of it.”
“The deserts too.” America remarked. “They don’t do well in dry, hot places. Most likely those aliens left will head for the mild, tropical climates.”
“Which means the nations closer to the equator will be fighting for a long time.” Canada sighed, a weariness settling over his shoulders. “I cannot wait for them to be gone.”
France nodded grimly and folded his arms across his chest, shouldering his rifle.
“You are not alone in that feeling, mon chou.”
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One Week Later
A full moon hung overhead ( ... )
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“Shit- fuck!” America cussed as he clenched his hands around the steel rebar, the metal giving way under his grip.
Canada finally finished, and handed the now scrubbed clean foot to France, who smoothed a cool, numbing herb solution over his foot. Taking the boiled bandages, he wrapped them around his foot and secured them with a knot.
America gasped, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Russia finally pulled the rebar away, unable to help staring with fascination at the finger indentations before tossing it away.
“You’re not allowed to bathe alone anymore.” Canada snapped, irritation dripping from each word. “Since you can’t be bothered to take your bandages off.”
“Yes, mom.”
France took the pot of soiled hot water and flung the contents into the tall grasses nearby. Returning, he took a kettle, filled it with water and set it over the fire. “ ( ... )
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“Hang on a second.” Prussia stared at his hand for a moment before taking one card and setting it into the discard pile. Picking another up, he rearranged his cards for a moment before flicking a silver coin into the pile. Smirking, he glanced at the others and lay his hand down for all to see. A pair of aces stood out in the center of the hand.
England huffed and slapped his hand down, revealing a pair of jacks. “I never liked poker anyways.”
“That’s cause you never win.” Prussia smirked, shit-eating grin firmly in place. “Well, little state?? Come on, let’s see them!”
Nevada calmly lay his hand down and raised his other hand to press the cigarette to his lips. England and Prussia gaped openly. It was a Full house, three 10’s and two Kings.
“No way!” Prussia exclaimed, frowning. “A winning hand three times in a row??”
“He was not cheating.” England admitted. “I watched him this time.”
“What ( ... )
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Russia stood outside of the group of hugging nations and unloaded the wagons. Germany and Prussia came up to him and helped unload the food stuffs and other supplies inside. Prussia unhooked the horses from the wagon and walked them around the empty, insulated storage shed by the back of the house to prepare bedding, food and water for the animals.
“I told you I would bring them back, did I not?” France smiled down at the island nation, eyes softening.
England frowned and turned away, pink dusting his cheeks. “Yes…you did.” He glanced over the North America twins once more. “Not bad for a frog. I could’ve done a far better job, I assure you.”
“Oh, is that so?” France challenged.
“It is a fact!” England threw back. “First, I wouldn’t have taken so bloody long to get here!”
“Oh what is that Aesop saying…ah- ‘slow and steady wins the race’…right?”
( ... )
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“…Told me what?” America dug his fingers into his knees. “Something’s wrong. I can hear it in your voice.”
“Nothing’s wrong-…well…” Tony tapped his fingers, sighing once more. “You remember when we first met?”
“Uh-…yeah.” America blinked, taken aback at the question. “I remember. You were exploring our solar system. Your ship was malfunctioning and you crash landed here. ”
“Yes.” Tony confirmed. “But that’s not the entire story.”
“It’s…not?”
“My ship malfunctioning and my crash landing is true.” Tony hesitated for a moment before he continued. “But I am not an explorer. I’m part of a volunteer only military secret agent program from my home planet. I came here on a mission. My sole purpose was to prevent the invasion that started six years ago.”
America’s tongue glued itself to the roof of his mouth. A collective intake of air filled the room. Canada sat opposite of his brother, and stared at the speaker.
“These ( ... )
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“I can’t come back.”
The raging feelings of anger, impatience, and betrayal disappeared. Something tight wedged itself inside America’s chest.
“…What?”
“I can’t return.” Tony repeated. “I…I have to go back home.”
“You…” America breathed, still reeling in shock. “Have to go back?”
“Yes.”
Three seconds passed before America regained the ability to speak again.
“Why?” America demanded, heart breaking. “Why do you have to go back?”
“Because…those are my orders.” Tony said weakly, but in a much stronger voice, stated: “’You are to go to star system 34 x 107, planet L3. Locally named: Earth. Observe and report; Interaction with populace is at your own discretion. Log one hundred local years; return and report. If planet hunters arrive, use every means necessary to quell threat. If threat neutralized; return and report.’” Tony paused a moment before speaking again. “We neutralized the alien forces. And now…I have to return and report.”
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“I…” America breathed, a heavy weariness overcoming him. “…I understand. Orders are orders…right?”
“…Right.” Tony admitted, his voice wavering. “You’re my best friend, America. I’ll never forget you.”
America blinked and swallowed, his heart twisting inside his ribcage at the alien’s words. Nevada gaped open mouthed at the speaker. The other nations stared in shock, all of them rendered speechless.
“Hey- hey Tony!” Nevada called, his voice wavering slightly as he stepped closer to America. “The states and I-…we’ll all miss you. Don’t forget about us…okay?”
“I won’t.” Tony declared. “I’ll miss all of you.”
America gripped his knees and rode the wave of raw emotion the flooded his insides. It felt as if a part of him were being torn away.
“So… you’re really leaving.” America finally managed. “You’re not…coming back.”
“…No.”
“I-…I’ll miss you, ( ... )
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I ...I just....I love this fic so so so much!
OhgodTony *sob* andnowAmericaandRussiawillhavetopart*sob* ohhhh I keep wishing for a happy ending somehow XD
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And I love the poker part, Nevada is so cool XD
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:'( I hope he makes a dramatic come back, just like in those stupid movies when the girl (ahum) leaves and then regrets, and then come back and it's so "unexpected" and then I effing cry T_T
Also, America is such a sissy :p You should have thought about it before ruining your feet, now stop complaining!
You know... Tony's leaving don't make me as sad as the thought that this fill is almost done... D': ... I don't even LIKE RusAme or action or long fills... Why the hell is it so good, Anon? T_T
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This was such an emotional chapter...first with Russia and America trying to find solace in each other, but privacy being hard to find in these circumstances. Then, the reunion of all, England's mommy reaction and all too bad there wasn't any serious FrUK action. I'm also sad for Canada, who didn't get to see his Ukraine. Will he see her before parting?
Tony's parting is hard for me to accept too. I saw it coming, I was almost sure this was what he'd tell Alfred, but man, still ;_;
I hope Russia can give America the consolation he needs...they still have to get it on as well
This is such an excellent story, and I'm so sad to see it coming to an end...but on the other hand, the pace has been so spectacular, it only makes sense it ends when it has to, as one of its greatest strengths.
Update soon!
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