Sick Day Russia/America
anonymous
June 19 2009, 09:40:56 UTC
Basically, I'm hungering for a little fluff... And I dunno if this has been done before but... Because the economic recession or because of the H1N1 (or Swine) Flu virus, America has gotten very sick. And because there isn't enough fluff for the pairing, I want Russia to take care of him.
I just want a little cotton candy! sweetness, with Russia soothing America Though, y'know I'm okay if you guys insert in a little smex or dubcon if you guys want
Ivan had never been to New York before, though he knew many of his people had. (Traitors, he sometimes called a good portion of them, but he found he could never hate them for it.) Why would he? It was the city of immigration, capitalism, prestige, crime, high-class poverty. It reeked of America. But things were different now. Still, he was uncomfortable. Not visibly of course. He walked proud and tall, glaring straight back at anyone and everyone. But something bothered him, buzzed in his ear like some godforsaken mosquito that waited for him in these crowds and movement and races swarming around him. It dropped his insides a couple of tens of centimeters, upset his usual perfect compass in his head and brought not the usual masked anger but clear frustration to his face. So it didn't surprise him to figure out he had walked past Alfred's apartment building four times in the past half hour. He gave a frustrated snort, strode into the lobby and, ignoring the squeaks of the receptionist, into the elevator
( ... )
Alfred was on the couch, asleep, his face slightly flushed and hair slightly messier than usual, Texas resting on the coffee table. Ivan cocked his head
( ... )
Ivan woke to the strange yet somehow calming blue-green ceiling of an apartment and knew instantly it wasn't his. He looked down to find Alfred sleeping deeply on his chest covered up to his neck in blankets, exactly as he last remembered them. The tea lay cold on the table. Ivan brushed the hair back from his present lover's eyes as he slowly considered what had happened. Alfred hadn't shown up to that damned meeting. Everyone looked at him in surprise when Ivan volunteered to go check on him. Someone (he didn't remember because he didn't really care who it was) handed him Alfred's address and he set off the next morning. He wandered around the city, found the apartment and kicked down the door. He made no sarcastic remarks, presented no anger nor threats, treated Alfred like... like he cared. He made tea for him. And in no short time Ivan found himself wondering if it had been someone else, anyone else, Francis or Yao or even Toris, the man he had claimed to love for centuries, whether or not he would have reacted in the
( ... )
Debriding [1/?]
anonymous
June 29 2009, 03:00:29 UTC
I hope that OP likes this, I've been sitting at my kitchen table all day doing research ^^;When America hugged him with one arm wrapped around the back of his neck, the other disconcertingly motionless at his side, Russia took a brief moment to breath him in. He smelled of autumn, mostly, and the ebb and flow of the sea-- also there was the fading smell of turmoil that all nations carry at some point or another in their lifetimes. He put his arms around the smaller nation's waist to pull him closer, trying hard not to initiate a full on rib-splintering bear hug, for fear of breaking the fair-haired collection of states
( ... )
Debriding [2/?]
anonymous
June 29 2009, 03:09:10 UTC
“Pffft, I can walk ya know.” America laughed. Russia frowned, deciding he might as well get everything out of the way now.
“What is wrong with your other arm?” The blond cringed as if slapped, and his smiled instantly dropped into a pouting frown. The other arm in question sported a gloved hand, unlike the arm that was linked with Russia's.
“Oh, nothing. It's fine. Seriousl--” He lifted it up too fast, bending it into better view for the Russian to prove that it was perfectly fine, but only ended up gasping and dropping it back down to his side. Tears welled up noticeably in his eyes almost immediately. Russia arched a brow and brought them both to a stop just as they stepped off of the weather-worn dock and onto the battered little road that would bring them into the town. “I-it's just a few burns, nothing serious
( ... )
I just want a little cotton candy! sweetness, with Russia soothing America Though, y'know I'm okay if you guys insert in a little smex or dubcon if you guys want
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But things were different now.
Still, he was uncomfortable. Not visibly of course. He walked proud and tall, glaring straight back at anyone and everyone. But something bothered him, buzzed in his ear like some godforsaken mosquito that waited for him in these crowds and movement and races swarming around him. It dropped his insides a couple of tens of centimeters, upset his usual perfect compass in his head and brought not the usual masked anger but clear frustration to his face. So it didn't surprise him to figure out he had walked past Alfred's apartment building four times in the past half hour. He gave a frustrated snort, strode into the lobby and, ignoring the squeaks of the receptionist, into the elevator ( ... )
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Ivan brushed the hair back from his present lover's eyes as he slowly considered what had happened. Alfred hadn't shown up to that damned meeting. Everyone looked at him in surprise when Ivan volunteered to go check on him. Someone (he didn't remember because he didn't really care who it was) handed him Alfred's address and he set off the next morning. He wandered around the city, found the apartment and kicked down the door. He made no sarcastic remarks, presented no anger nor threats, treated Alfred like... like he cared. He made tea for him.
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“What is wrong with your other arm?” The blond cringed as if slapped, and his smiled instantly dropped into a pouting frown. The other arm in question sported a gloved hand, unlike the arm that was linked with Russia's.
“Oh, nothing. It's fine. Seriousl--” He lifted it up too fast, bending it into better view for the Russian to prove that it was perfectly fine, but only ended up gasping and dropping it back down to his side. Tears welled up noticeably in his eyes almost immediately. Russia arched a brow and brought them both to a stop just as they stepped off of the weather-worn dock and onto the battered little road that would bring them into the town. “I-it's just a few burns, nothing serious ( ... )
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