Author!anon apologizes for some of the, kinda rushed scenes... I think. In the fill. OTL. I'm rushing, need to go back hometown~~ Thank you for anons' kind words and comments. \o/ Also, I apologize for any mistakes on the Russian ;____; Translations will be provided later. Thank you and please enjoy?
Sweet Nothings - [4/?]
anonymous
June 4 2009, 05:51:05 UTC
"You look bothered," Russia observed, able to look beyond what's in front of him to see what's really there. He looked as if he wanted to say more than that, but a strange expression crossed his face, and then there was no more. America wondered silently when he began to notice the little things, but didn't dwell for long since it's been too far back to actually remember when.
He shook his head, getting into the conversation before his mind indulged in senseless wandering.
"What gave it away?" he asked humourously, expecting their usual banter.
"You haven't touched your food yet, or your coffee. It's quite unsettling for our America to act this way, that would be what others would think, net?" Russia asked, his voice carrying the same, amused tone, but with an undercurrent of -
(There was a slight hesitation, but it was hidden well. America doesn't notice.)
America's hands stilled. Usually, the younger nation smiles were quick and smooth, almost superficial in how generous he was with them, but with enough honesty to be considered
( ... )
Sweet Nothings - [5/?]
anonymous
June 4 2009, 05:52:44 UTC
"Are you lost?"
"Not really. I'm just not where I'm supposed to be right now." He ran a hand through his hair, and looked at the box the girl was holding, filled with books. "Are you throwing those away?"
"These are Russian phrasebooks and notes. My boyfriend doesn't need them anymore," she replied, and she seems pretty happy, America thought distantly, Ivan, comes up in his head before he could stop himself. "He picked up Russian two months ago, at least bits and pieces."
You're haunting me everywhere.
America made an 'o' with his mouth. "You're Russian? I'm sorry; I mean, your English is amazing."
"Yes, and thank you. Sometimes I start to talk to him using my mother tongue, because I'm embarassed to let him know how I feel about him." Her cheeks coloured, but she smiled with genuine delight. "Every time I do that, he gives me strange looks, da? But he went to find out what I was really saying. I felt like dying when he repeated what I said, in English. Now, I'm glad he understands, even if he does like to tease me about it."
Re: Russia/America - Fill - Sweet Nothings
anonymous
June 4 2009, 05:53:43 UTC
"Alfred Jones. But everyone knows me better as the United States of America," he whispered at the end, with a wistful sort of smile, and Natasha's eyes widened considerably -
Before she could say anything, though, he was gone -- with only the memory of his bright grin, the scent of roses and the absence of her books the only sign of his previous presence.
---
---
The light blinded his eyes momentarily when he stepped out of the dark vehicle.
"Privyet, Alfred," Russia greeted, and America blinked at how quickly Russia gathered him up in his arms, and he - he couldn't help but lean into the strength in them. His hands twitched and he wrapped his own arms around Russia's body, feeling the cold air from his air-conditioned car seeping into Russia's coat.
Make or break.
"Hey yourself," America said, heart aching when they pulled away. "What's up?"
Never told me it'll feel like this. He wanted to ask so badly, since when?
God.
Do you mean them
"I was beginning to think you were not coming," Russia confided, tugging on a piece of America's
( ... )
Sweet Nothings - [7/?]
anonymous
June 4 2009, 06:05:28 UTC
It was like a douse of both scalding hot and icy cold water. America jerked away from the touches, with a tone of almost disbelief in his voice. The words tumbled out of him before he could stop himself.
"You - you love me?" America blurted, and immediately, everything stopped.
Russia froze. He froze, unable to breathe, heart stopping - but his hands still shook. His eyes were wide, wild, saturated with panic and disbelief and cold fear all rolled into one.
"I..."
"You love me, you - you, you said it... Didn't... Didn't you?"
"No. No."
America's breathing started to slow, and there was a sinking feeling that made his stomach churn uncomfortably. No, he thought, breath stuttering. This isn't how it's supposed to go.
Russia choked on his next words, having trouble alternating from Russian to English and back.
"- ne ponimayu - I have no idea what you're talking about," he whispered, voice breaking painfully.
America's voice did the same. In another time out there, somewhere, he would've been amused at how much they mirrored each other in
( ... )
Sweet Nothings - [8/?]
anonymous
June 4 2009, 06:07:45 UTC
The next morning, he came up with some half-baked excuse about his red, puffy eyes - something about shampoo getting into them, something or other...
Do you mean them.
He didn't dare to let Ivan see. He didn't even look at his way the whole day.
---
---
"Good morning, America."
The only sign that he felt a stab on his heart was the way he frowned for a split second - before covering it up with his superficial grin.
"... Good morning, Russia."
---
---
Good nations always found a way to weather the storm, but in this case, America felt like he just wanted to float aimlessly in the clouds and never come back. Still, he was a good nation, so he was quick to shove his feelings to the back of his mind to focus on what he needed to do. It worked, most of the time - but it failed miserably when he had nothing to finish, and was left with a lot of time to think.
The days passed. He knew his eyes were bloodshot and sunken in and generally he looked horrible, from what he saw every time he went in front of the mirror to shave. It really was that
( ... )
Sweet Nothings - [9/?]
anonymous
June 4 2009, 06:10:48 UTC
Even so, he knew Russia was hurting even more than he was. His smiles were heartbreaking. The thought chilled his insides every time.
He grabbed his coat, scribbled a quick memo about 'setting things straight', and then opened the door as wide as it could be, almost undoing it from its hinges because of his sheer strength.
Soon, the day had him trudging through the streets in the summer of Moscow. The heat wasn't really helping with how he felt, horrible and more agitated the longer he was on the sidewalk. He just wanted to come up to Russia and give him a hug, and make him listen - or punch him in the face, and make him listen. He wasn't sure which one.
But his heart sped up as he saw Russia's house, and even as he felt the screaming urge to turn around and run, he steeled himself; shut his eyes and breathed. The rush of oxygen calmed his nerves a bit as he completed the last steps up to Russia's front door.
The Welcome sign was a bit faded, not really used, but it brought a small smile to America's face. He was just about to ring
( ... )
Sweet Nothings - [10/?]
anonymous
June 4 2009, 06:12:37 UTC
"And now you have." That was where he wanted to cut it off, but he couldn't help the words tumbling out. "I have been so good, lately, but yet you refuse to let the matter rest. You have figured out what I meant and you have given me your answer and yet you still come." America was reminded again of how thick Russia's accent was when he was upset. "I understand, ya ponimayu. I left you alone. Vhy do you continue to haunt me?"
America was bewildered. "You thought I gave you an answer?"
"Da, and it vas very clear, don't you think so?" Russia asked, laughing without humour, and he picked up an unfinished bottle as he did so. He poured it shakily inside a glass and then brought it up to his lips.
"The hell it was! Ivan - fuck, no, Ivan, stop that, you're going to get sick -" America snatched up the glass hastily, and the liquid spilled onto his shirt. He didn't care. "You're an idiot. Seriously. Okay?"
"Yes, I have been told that a few times," Russia said bitterly. He couldn't keep his gaze trained on America's face, let alone his eyes,
( ... )
Sweet Nothings - [11/?]
anonymous
June 4 2009, 06:17:26 UTC
"Then get this through your thick skull: if I didn't give a damn, I wouldn't be here right now, telling you how stupid all of this is, and how it hurts when you push me away, especially when I know you're hurting too. When I look at you I can't breathe. When I look at you, it's like the world's only the both of us. When I look at you I feel like I'm really wanted."
Russia looked up, surprise evident in his eyes.
"I find it crazy cute when you get all cheerful when spring comes by, or when you take off my glasses and put them on the nightstand before we have sex." America shook his head, pressing his lips against Russia's hair. "Your smiles are all fucking heartbreakers, asshole... And you're not ugly. You're not even pretty, or handsome." His hold on Russia's still form tightened. "You're fucking beautiful."
Time passed, but America's hold on never loosened, nor did Russia try to pull away. It seemed like an eternity, and throughout the whole time, America held his breath.
Russia shifted.
"You do have a way with words," Russia said
( ... )
Sweet Nothings - [12/12]
anonymous
June 4 2009, 06:19:01 UTC
"Riiiight. So did you order something? I mean, you don't have a plate with you..."
Russia blinked slowly, startled out from gazing openly at America.
"... I'm afraid that slipped my mind as well. You do have to forgive me for finding you so distracting."
America wanted to throw the coffee at Russia for making his cheeks heat for a second time.
"What the - you sure you didn't hit your head this morning, Ivan?" But as he said this, he pushed the stockpile of pancakes and breakfast miscellany that was on his plate across the table and grinned. "I'll just get something else while you get started on this." The multitude of food on the plate was enough to feed an entire army, but then again, Russia and America weren't ordinary.
Before Russia could protest, America speared a piece of sausage and held it out, laughter playing on his lips. "Seriously, man, eat already. I ain't moving unless you - hey!"
The meat disappeared quickly into Russia's mouth.
"I - okay, that works too... Right, I'll be back -"
Re: Sweet Nothings - Postscript, Translations
anonymous
June 4 2009, 06:54:13 UTC
much better.
I'm crying now.
For the record? If you ever de-anon I'll be all over you like woah, because this was one AMAZING fic, and it would be epic to see other things written by you, da?
reCAPTCHA: with roost which reminds me. May I have the pleasure of bearing you children, anon?
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=10416322
Author!anon apologizes for some of the, kinda rushed scenes... I think. In the fill. OTL. I'm rushing, need to go back hometown~~ Thank you for anons' kind words and comments. \o/ Also, I apologize for any mistakes on the Russian ;____; Translations will be provided later. Thank you and please enjoy?
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"You look bothered," Russia observed, able to look beyond what's in front of him to see what's really there. He looked as if he wanted to say more than that, but a strange expression crossed his face, and then there was no more. America wondered silently when he began to notice the little things, but didn't dwell for long since it's been too far back to actually remember when.
He shook his head, getting into the conversation before his mind indulged in senseless wandering.
"What gave it away?" he asked humourously, expecting their usual banter.
"You haven't touched your food yet, or your coffee. It's quite unsettling for our America to act this way, that would be what others would think, net?" Russia asked, his voice carrying the same, amused tone, but with an undercurrent of -
(There was a slight hesitation, but it was hidden well. America doesn't notice.)
America's hands stilled. Usually, the younger nation smiles were quick and smooth, almost superficial in how generous he was with them, but with enough honesty to be considered ( ... )
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"Are you lost?"
"Not really. I'm just not where I'm supposed to be right now." He ran a hand through his hair, and looked at the box the girl was holding, filled with books. "Are you throwing those away?"
"These are Russian phrasebooks and notes. My boyfriend doesn't need them anymore," she replied, and she seems pretty happy, America thought distantly, Ivan, comes up in his head before he could stop himself. "He picked up Russian two months ago, at least bits and pieces."
You're haunting me everywhere.
America made an 'o' with his mouth. "You're Russian? I'm sorry; I mean, your English is amazing."
"Yes, and thank you. Sometimes I start to talk to him using my mother tongue, because I'm embarassed to let him know how I feel about him." Her cheeks coloured, but she smiled with genuine delight. "Every time I do that, he gives me strange looks, da? But he went to find out what I was really saying. I felt like dying when he repeated what I said, in English. Now, I'm glad he understands, even if he does like to tease me about it."
"That's ( ... )
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"Alfred Jones. But everyone knows me better as the United States of America," he whispered at the end, with a wistful sort of smile, and Natasha's eyes widened considerably -
Before she could say anything, though, he was gone -- with only the memory of his bright grin, the scent of roses and the absence of her books the only sign of his previous presence.
---
---
The light blinded his eyes momentarily when he stepped out of the dark vehicle.
"Privyet, Alfred," Russia greeted, and America blinked at how quickly Russia gathered him up in his arms, and he - he couldn't help but lean into the strength in them. His hands twitched and he wrapped his own arms around Russia's body, feeling the cold air from his air-conditioned car seeping into Russia's coat.
Make or break.
"Hey yourself," America said, heart aching when they pulled away. "What's up?"
Never told me it'll feel like this. He wanted to ask so badly, since when?
God.
Do you mean them
"I was beginning to think you were not coming," Russia confided, tugging on a piece of America's ( ... )
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It was like a douse of both scalding hot and icy cold water. America jerked away from the touches, with a tone of almost disbelief in his voice. The words tumbled out of him before he could stop himself.
"You - you love me?" America blurted, and immediately, everything stopped.
Russia froze. He froze, unable to breathe, heart stopping - but his hands still shook. His eyes were wide, wild, saturated with panic and disbelief and cold fear all rolled into one.
"I..."
"You love me, you - you, you said it... Didn't... Didn't you?"
"No. No."
America's breathing started to slow, and there was a sinking feeling that made his stomach churn uncomfortably. No, he thought, breath stuttering. This isn't how it's supposed to go.
Russia choked on his next words, having trouble alternating from Russian to English and back.
"- ne ponimayu - I have no idea what you're talking about," he whispered, voice breaking painfully.
America's voice did the same. In another time out there, somewhere, he would've been amused at how much they mirrored each other in ( ... )
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The next morning, he came up with some half-baked excuse about his red, puffy eyes - something about shampoo getting into them, something or other...
Do you mean them.
He didn't dare to let Ivan see. He didn't even look at his way the whole day.
---
---
"Good morning, America."
The only sign that he felt a stab on his heart was the way he frowned for a split second - before covering it up with his superficial grin.
"... Good morning, Russia."
---
---
Good nations always found a way to weather the storm, but in this case, America felt like he just wanted to float aimlessly in the clouds and never come back. Still, he was a good nation, so he was quick to shove his feelings to the back of his mind to focus on what he needed to do. It worked, most of the time - but it failed miserably when he had nothing to finish, and was left with a lot of time to think.
The days passed. He knew his eyes were bloodshot and sunken in and generally he looked horrible, from what he saw every time he went in front of the mirror to shave. It really was that ( ... )
Reply
Even so, he knew Russia was hurting even more than he was. His smiles were heartbreaking. The thought chilled his insides every time.
He grabbed his coat, scribbled a quick memo about 'setting things straight', and then opened the door as wide as it could be, almost undoing it from its hinges because of his sheer strength.
Soon, the day had him trudging through the streets in the summer of Moscow. The heat wasn't really helping with how he felt, horrible and more agitated the longer he was on the sidewalk. He just wanted to come up to Russia and give him a hug, and make him listen - or punch him in the face, and make him listen. He wasn't sure which one.
But his heart sped up as he saw Russia's house, and even as he felt the screaming urge to turn around and run, he steeled himself; shut his eyes and breathed. The rush of oxygen calmed his nerves a bit as he completed the last steps up to Russia's front door.
The Welcome sign was a bit faded, not really used, but it brought a small smile to America's face. He was just about to ring ( ... )
Reply
"And now you have." That was where he wanted to cut it off, but he couldn't help the words tumbling out. "I have been so good, lately, but yet you refuse to let the matter rest. You have figured out what I meant and you have given me your answer and yet you still come." America was reminded again of how thick Russia's accent was when he was upset. "I understand, ya ponimayu. I left you alone. Vhy do you continue to haunt me?"
America was bewildered. "You thought I gave you an answer?"
"Da, and it vas very clear, don't you think so?" Russia asked, laughing without humour, and he picked up an unfinished bottle as he did so. He poured it shakily inside a glass and then brought it up to his lips.
"The hell it was! Ivan - fuck, no, Ivan, stop that, you're going to get sick -" America snatched up the glass hastily, and the liquid spilled onto his shirt. He didn't care. "You're an idiot. Seriously. Okay?"
"Yes, I have been told that a few times," Russia said bitterly. He couldn't keep his gaze trained on America's face, let alone his eyes, ( ... )
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TT_TT
Ivannnnnn...
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"Then get this through your thick skull: if I didn't give a damn, I wouldn't be here right now, telling you how stupid all of this is, and how it hurts when you push me away, especially when I know you're hurting too. When I look at you I can't breathe. When I look at you, it's like the world's only the both of us. When I look at you I feel like I'm really wanted."
Russia looked up, surprise evident in his eyes.
"I find it crazy cute when you get all cheerful when spring comes by, or when you take off my glasses and put them on the nightstand before we have sex." America shook his head, pressing his lips against Russia's hair. "Your smiles are all fucking heartbreakers, asshole... And you're not ugly. You're not even pretty, or handsome." His hold on Russia's still form tightened. "You're fucking beautiful."
Time passed, but America's hold on never loosened, nor did Russia try to pull away. It seemed like an eternity, and throughout the whole time, America held his breath.
Russia shifted.
"You do have a way with words," Russia said ( ... )
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"Riiiight. So did you order something? I mean, you don't have a plate with you..."
Russia blinked slowly, startled out from gazing openly at America.
"... I'm afraid that slipped my mind as well. You do have to forgive me for finding you so distracting."
America wanted to throw the coffee at Russia for making his cheeks heat for a second time.
"What the - you sure you didn't hit your head this morning, Ivan?" But as he said this, he pushed the stockpile of pancakes and breakfast miscellany that was on his plate across the table and grinned. "I'll just get something else while you get started on this." The multitude of food on the plate was enough to feed an entire army, but then again, Russia and America weren't ordinary.
Before Russia could protest, America speared a piece of sausage and held it out, laughter playing on his lips. "Seriously, man, eat already. I ain't moving unless you - hey!"
The meat disappeared quickly into Russia's mouth.
"I - okay, that works too... Right, I'll be back -"
"We could always share," Russia suggested ( ... )
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ILU ANON
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If I give you my babies, can you teach them how to writeand draw as lovely as you do?
With so much love!
Anon <3
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maybe. it just takes a lot of practice though. xD
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I'm crying now.
For the record?
If you ever de-anon I'll be all over you like woah, because this was one AMAZING fic, and it would be epic to see other things written by you, da?
reCAPTCHA: with roost
which reminds me. May I have the pleasure of bearing you children, anon?
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