Still Cold [1/3]
anonymous
February 10 2009, 23:33:18 UTC
This is an EPIC FLUFF FAILURE. But here you go.
It wasn't a romance.
It was just that, well. Somewhere along the line, they'd grudgingly admitted that they had a few things in common. More than just being big, rich, powerful nations--that was a club that included China, Canada, India, Iran, and a couple of others depending on the time of day. And while America and Russia both had allies on that list, it wasn't...the same.
All right, then they were both superpowers. Maybe that was a little more relevant. Although Russia was, technically, a former superpower...still, it hadn't been so long ago when they were the Big Two, and honestly, America had never stopped thinking of Russia as his only meaningful rival. That was also relevant. There was an unspoken exchange of respect, there, which Russia felt he deserved but had not truly expected
( ... )
Still Cold [2/3]
anonymous
February 10 2009, 23:35:47 UTC
But they learned a lot about each other, even if it was just to arm themselves better for their next confrontation, and a strange understanding began to emerge from the silences between their spats.
Russia would sit down next to him and say, without much vitriol, "I read an interesting poll about you today."
"Oh yeah?" America would reply, wary.
"From England. Did you read it?" America's eyes would fall. "Approval rating for the American alliance down to 27%. Only 38% still believe their future lies more with you than with the European Union."
And what America wouldn't say was, I don't know what to do. England is the most important person in the world to me. I just want him to understand how I see things. I want to protect him. But he just keeps pulling away. And I...I try to make him stay, because I don't know what else I can do to keep him, and he's better off with me, he's safer. But it just makes him hate me. ...I feel so lost.
And Russia would offer him a drink from his own flask, and what he wouldn't say was, I know exactly
( ... )
Still Cold [3/3]
anonymous
February 10 2009, 23:37:32 UTC
They'd ended up doing that a lot. Getting shouted at by other nations, then going out for a drink. For a while it was a standing date. They would sit at the bar and make an effort to look like they weren't there together. Once a few drinks were in them, and the liquor had washed down all the false platitudes and the genuine, frustrated desire to make friends, more of those understanding silences would bloom.
America could never say, for example: What the fuck do you all expect from me, anyway? If I stay out of things, you hate me, and if I try to get involved, you hate me. I think the only way you'd be happy is if you could order me around like a trained dog--send an army here, give medicine to them, pull out of that place, now go back to your dog house and be quiet until we need you again. And you'd still blame me for all of your problems, because if I tried to defend myself you'd call it ignorance and arrogance--and because being not me makes it easier for you to define what you are. You have no idea of the pressure I deal with!
( ... )
Re: Still Cold [3/3]
anonymous
February 11 2009, 02:47:41 UTC
This is frikken' sweet! Anon, I love the way you portray their relationship. Not a romance, but a thing of necessity, and how they help define each other - and the ways in which they are the same, even though they're different.
Re: Still Cold [3/3]
anonymous
June 26 2009, 05:16:25 UTC
This was a gorgeous look at the possible relationship between the two. I utterly loved America's thoughts on being a world superpower and the ending was bittersweet and perfect. I love you for this.
Re: Still Cold [3/3]
anonymous
January 8 2010, 01:54:48 UTC
I...I don't know what to say. I don't even know how to classify this? Is it fluff? Is it angst? T_T. As an American and as a US/UK fan, all I can say is poor America (cheer up Alfie! You can always pose as Matthew!)
Re: Still Cold [3/3]
anonymous
July 31 2011, 07:46:39 UTC
Brilliant job Author Anon. I love how you filled this story with so much loud silence until it was shouting at me from the screen. I especially enjoyed the tirade in the bar part. I could really picture it in my head. If it was a movie I could see it switching between close ups of both Russia and America as they each said a line in a voice over, one right after another, seamless. Again, simply brilliant
something among the lines of, we really are alike...we just are too blind to see it.. Bonus if there's fluffy sex love making..
(lol there's never enough of this pairing)
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It wasn't a romance.
It was just that, well. Somewhere along the line, they'd grudgingly admitted that they had a few things in common. More than just being big, rich, powerful nations--that was a club that included China, Canada, India, Iran, and a couple of others depending on the time of day. And while America and Russia both had allies on that list, it wasn't...the same.
All right, then they were both superpowers. Maybe that was a little more relevant. Although Russia was, technically, a former superpower...still, it hadn't been so long ago when they were the Big Two, and honestly, America had never stopped thinking of Russia as his only meaningful rival. That was also relevant. There was an unspoken exchange of respect, there, which Russia felt he deserved but had not truly expected ( ... )
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Russia would sit down next to him and say, without much vitriol, "I read an interesting poll about you today."
"Oh yeah?" America would reply, wary.
"From England. Did you read it?" America's eyes would fall. "Approval rating for the American alliance down to 27%. Only 38% still believe their future lies more with you than with the European Union."
And what America wouldn't say was, I don't know what to do. England is the most important person in the world to me. I just want him to understand how I see things. I want to protect him. But he just keeps pulling away. And I...I try to make him stay, because I don't know what else I can do to keep him, and he's better off with me, he's safer. But it just makes him hate me. ...I feel so lost.
And Russia would offer him a drink from his own flask, and what he wouldn't say was, I know exactly ( ... )
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America could never say, for example: What the fuck do you all expect from me, anyway? If I stay out of things, you hate me, and if I try to get involved, you hate me. I think the only way you'd be happy is if you could order me around like a trained dog--send an army here, give medicine to them, pull out of that place, now go back to your dog house and be quiet until we need you again. And you'd still blame me for all of your problems, because if I tried to defend myself you'd call it ignorance and arrogance--and because being not me makes it easier for you to define what you are. You have no idea of the pressure I deal with! ( ... )
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Really really beautiful.
So beautiful that I will make a hardcopy of it and stick it in my 'fanfic' folder.
Lovely lovely writing style. Great plot.
You made my night.
Xx
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And Russia/America fluff? Here I thought that would be impossible but you pulled it off, anon. ♥
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Anon, I love the way you portray their relationship. Not a romance, but a thing of necessity, and how they help define each other - and the ways in which they are the same, even though they're different.
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Great job, anon!
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Excellent work, anon! <3
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Absolutely won.der.ful
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I especially enjoyed the tirade in the bar part. I could really picture it in my head. If it was a movie I could see it switching between close ups of both Russia and America as they each said a line in a voice over, one right after another, seamless.
Again, simply brilliant
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