No Need for Desperation! [1/4]
anonymous
April 16 2009, 06:12:57 UTC
it isn't desperation! when you’re wearing a wig it’s called role-play, hurhur. So you aren’t disappointed later, it does get very crack-ish towards the end…
-------- The hand presses against his chest, laying him back on the great bed. He tries to slow his breathing and his pulse-the real Russia’s heart wouldn’t pound so, he’s sure-but he can’t help it, especially when he looks up into those glasses, that smile filled with rich hunger. The hair is too light, the eyes are too dark blue as they look down on him, but he can see past them to what he wants to see.
“Ah. Maybe, maybe we should…” he says, and the fingers press against his mouth. “We should,” he says softly around them. The fingertips are replaced by lips, cold and chapped but so very there, unlike the real America. Both their mouths are open at once, and the kiss turns opulent and wet, tongues eager to become intimate, to dig in fast and deep. They both taste like desperation.
“My love, my only,” says-America, he thinks in his mind, self-correcting. It’s America- “We
( ... )
No Need for Desperation! [2/4]
anonymous
April 16 2009, 06:20:26 UTC
It wouldn’t be overly theatrical to say his mouth waters at those words. Those words, as issued by… America. “I can be forceful,” he says at last, wetting his lips. He moves toward America so they touch, although he keeps his eyes lowered. “I can be quite a bastard, you know
( ... )
No Need for Desperation! [3/4]
anonymous
April 16 2009, 06:30:42 UTC
Russia laughs. Nervously. With a grimace he zips himself back in his pants and starts to climb off the bed. “It was in the moment, I thought we were still… you know. In-character. Look, I’m so sorry, but I’m out of the mind set, and I really don’t think I can continue-”
A hand lashes out and seizes his wrist, the nails digging in like teeth. America’s face is predatory. “No take-backs,” he says with a manic grin. “You said yes
( ... )
No Need for Desperation! [4/4]
anonymous
April 16 2009, 06:36:53 UTC
The real America and real Russia are frozen and quiet in shock. Neither of them move, not daring to until the sounds of screaming have faded completely into the depths of the house.
“Just to clarify, I would never ask you to marry me,” America says. “And I’m not nuclear testing.”
“Neither am I.”
“Well, good.”
“At least that’s settled.”
“Yeah.”
There’s a pause.
America says carefully, “You seemed… shorter than usual.” They stare out the window, at the wall, at the carpet, the sad broken doorknob, anything but directly into each other’s faces. America being America, he risks a sideways glance. “You’d really let your eyebrows go, too.”
Russia’s expression is serenely blank, his eyes drifting upwards as though scanning cloud patterns. “I personally was surprised by your exquisite breasts. If only I had known, America.”
“Oh, ha,” America sneers. Russia begins to laugh. “Ha fucking ha.”
-- Short last part. …Obvious anon-nations are obvious rofl. Thanks for reading!
Re: No Need for Desperation! [4/4]
anonymous
June 6 2011, 04:28:43 UTC
Perfect. Just. PERFECT.
Roleplaying with someone who wants you to roleplay as well only for the character to break and have that person after you instead...
Not-America, Oh you are full of awesome here. And you now have a new obsession love. One who's willing sort of, kinda...well, not really to marry you. EPIC WIN. Not-Russia=fail. *smirk* Oh I wish you luck on your escape marriage.
Real America and Russia, well, *snort* I"m so sorry you had to see this. But then again batter now than to find out from someone else, like say France.
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So you aren’t disappointed later, it does get very crack-ish towards the end…
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The hand presses against his chest, laying him back on the great bed. He tries to slow his breathing and his pulse-the real Russia’s heart wouldn’t pound so, he’s sure-but he can’t help it, especially when he looks up into those glasses, that smile filled with rich hunger. The hair is too light, the eyes are too dark blue as they look down on him, but he can see past them to what he wants to see.
“Ah. Maybe, maybe we should…” he says, and the fingers press against his mouth. “We should,” he says softly around them. The fingertips are replaced by lips, cold and chapped but so very there, unlike the real America. Both their mouths are open at once, and the kiss turns opulent and wet, tongues eager to become intimate, to dig in fast and deep. They both taste like desperation.
“My love, my only,” says-America, he thinks in his mind, self-correcting. It’s America- “We ( ... )
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A hand lashes out and seizes his wrist, the nails digging in like teeth. America’s face is predatory. “No take-backs,” he says with a manic grin. “You said yes ( ... )
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“Just to clarify, I would never ask you to marry me,” America says. “And I’m not nuclear testing.”
“Neither am I.”
“Well, good.”
“At least that’s settled.”
“Yeah.”
There’s a pause.
America says carefully, “You seemed… shorter than usual.” They stare out the window, at the wall, at the carpet, the sad broken doorknob, anything but directly into each other’s faces. America being America, he risks a sideways glance. “You’d really let your eyebrows go, too.”
Russia’s expression is serenely blank, his eyes drifting upwards as though scanning cloud patterns. “I personally was surprised by your exquisite breasts. If only I had known, America.”
“Oh, ha,” America sneers. Russia begins to laugh. “Ha fucking ha.”
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Short last part. …Obvious anon-nations are obvious rofl. Thanks for reading!
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I generally don't click on fic links which don't involve my OTPs (and Russia + US is, sadly, not one of them), but I am SO GLAD I DID for this one.
You win, anon ♥
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Roleplaying with someone who wants you to roleplay as well only for the character to break and have that person after you instead...
Not-America, Oh you are full of awesome here. And you now have a new obsession love. One who's willing sort of, kinda...well, not really to marry you. EPIC WIN.
Not-Russia=fail. *smirk* Oh I wish you luck on your escape marriage.
Real America and Russia, well, *snort* I"m so sorry you had to see this. But then again batter now than to find out from someone else, like say France.
Ps: Sequal? COntinue, please?!
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