Russia/Canada
anonymous
March 17 2009, 04:01:12 UTC
America decides to visit Canada and sleep over at his house. (In a separate room.)Later that night when Canada decides to go to bed he realizes that Russia is in his room.
Anon would like Seductive yet Sweet Russia, and Paranoid!I-Had-The-Worst-Dream-Ever!America, or something.
Kissing and "I think I love you." or whatnot, is encouraged.
Re: Russia/Canada "One Morning" 1/?
anonymous
April 4 2009, 22:08:41 UTC
One Morning
Hope you don't mind a multi-length fill, I love the idea of this so I intend to finish it this weekend. ___________________________________________________________________
Mathieu wasn’t used to getting visitors. Even when he thought people were coming over to stay, once before, things turned out pretty okay.
That was when he was ‘younger’ but certainly not naive. He had been a nation before Francis stumbled off his boats and onto his land; when he was still on the wild edge he’d had after their wars came and went, still trying to cope with their absence and the reason for it. He knew it wasn’t going well and he couldn’t work out why. Before they came, his life had passed with rhythmic harmony hardly found anywhere; but now, their ideas only confused his people and belittled them. In practice, things were just barely holding together.
He knew he had to make his relationship with his neighbors work; Arthur was gone, Francis too so this, this, had to work out
( ... )
Re: Russia/Canada "One Morning" 5/?
anonymous
April 5 2009, 11:43:52 UTC
Oh hell yes, more Russia/Canada is always welcome with me, and I'm thoroughly enjoying your portrayal of everyone and your take on their relationship so far. Please keep it up! *F5F5F5*
“It, um, doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.” He whispered after a moment’s silence.
Ivan didn’t even answer, just slide up further and closer until Matt had nowhere to look but the strong planes and angles of his neck and shoulders. He was close, now, so close that he could feel the nearness of his body heat, pulling him forward helplessly, the soothing smell of his snowy ash and a bit of something that was uniquely his. He was so close, but it felt like there was another impossible distance to cross
( ... )
Afterwards it made no sense to fuss about anything. Mathieu tended to roll away, sensible enough, everyone had to sleep. He was surprised that this had changed, too, and he was possessed by the wondering urge to keep touching, not sure how but resting against Ivan’s chest, moving from his neck to his stomach. This one.
This one.The fire barely cast a light now, turning the sheets into amber ridges and hollows, nestled against the places of his body not shadowed by Ivan around him. In the silence the Russian started to speak, not in English, finally finding words he needed to say, carrying on until momentum had him pouring everything out
( ... )
Re: Russia/Canada "One Morning" 10/10
anonymous
April 5 2009, 21:24:51 UTC
It was abruptly broken when Alfred nearly fell down the stairs, collapsing onto a kitchen chair. Matt came within an inch of tipping coffee down his front
( ... )
Re: Russia/Canada "One Morning" 10/10
anonymous
April 6 2009, 05:36:40 UTC
WQ3RH2938RFBNIUEWBFIWBFQOEI OMG I THINK I LOVE YOU.
This is hot. And sweet. And pretty interesting take on the characters. (is requesternon of the other prompt below, btw, and has been stalking this thread and couldn't be happier over this <3)
Anon would like Seductive yet Sweet Russia,
and Paranoid!I-Had-The-Worst-Dream-Ever!America, or something.
Kissing and "I think I love you." or whatnot, is encouraged.
COUGH-This hot pairing needs more love-COUGH
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Hope you don't mind a multi-length fill, I love the idea of this so I intend to finish it this weekend.
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Mathieu wasn’t used to getting visitors. Even when he thought people were coming over to stay, once before, things turned out pretty okay.
That was when he was ‘younger’ but certainly not naive. He had been a nation before Francis stumbled off his boats and onto his land; when he was still on the wild edge he’d had after their wars came and went, still trying to cope with their absence and the reason for it. He knew it wasn’t going well and he couldn’t work out why. Before they came, his life had passed with rhythmic harmony hardly found anywhere; but now, their ideas only confused his people and belittled them. In practice, things were just barely holding together.
He knew he had to make his relationship with his neighbors work; Arthur was gone, Francis too so this, this, had to work out ( ... )
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“It, um, doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.” He whispered after a moment’s silence.
Ivan didn’t even answer, just slide up further and closer until Matt had nowhere to look but the strong planes and angles of his neck and shoulders. He was close, now, so close that he could feel the nearness of his body heat, pulling him forward helplessly, the soothing smell of his snowy ash and a bit of something that was uniquely his. He was so close, but it felt like there was another impossible distance to cross ( ... )
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Afterwards it made no sense to fuss about anything. Mathieu tended to roll away, sensible enough, everyone had to sleep. He was surprised that this had changed, too, and he was possessed by the wondering urge to keep touching, not sure how but resting against Ivan’s chest, moving from his neck to his stomach. This one.
This one.The fire barely cast a light now, turning the sheets into amber ridges and hollows, nestled against the places of his body not shadowed by Ivan around him. In the silence the Russian started to speak, not in English, finally finding words he needed to say, carrying on until momentum had him pouring everything out ( ... )
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This is hot. And sweet. And pretty interesting take on the characters.
(is requesternon of the other prompt below, btw, and has been stalking this thread and couldn't be happier over this <3)
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