APH: Word Games ((RussiaxAmerica Challenge))
Sooo.... I have a challenge for you, fellow Russiamerica writers! >:3
Let's play a word game! I'll start by writing a random paragraph (or two) about whatever Russiamerica-ey thing comes to mind, and the next reader will pick a word from my paragraph and reply by starting their own new paragraph (using that selected word as inspiration). The new ( Read more... )
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He wasn’t sure what had triggered the kiss, was it Alfred’s glare or the way his hands were crossed over his chest with such arrogance? It didn’t matter because at the moment Ivan was pinning him against the wall with his body, hands pressed to his forearms to make sure he didn’t hit him. America’s lips felt like chapped sunbeams against his own and they moved against his, he couldn’t tell whether he was reciprocating or fighting. When they broke apart Ivan took a few steps back and Alfred just starred at him. But it wasn’t with shock, he could have handled shock, understood it and been amused by it. Instead there was a heartbroken look in those blue eyes like he had just shattered America himself. Ivan turned and quickly moved away, he would deny to his death that he had actually run.
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Word: Sunbeams
The sun slanted through the half-curtained window and across the bed, making stripes of gold over Alfred's face and hands and hair as he curled on his side, dozing. Ivan watched him silently, conscious of that half-reverent, half-ashamed feeling, the same feeling inspired by cathedrals or towering pine forests. The feeling of being so small and yet so blessed by this... something. He wasn't supposed to be in this room; if Alfred found out he was here there would be yelling and cursing and general chaos (or perhaps, Ivan thought with some dread, simply an icy silence and a cold smile that would leach away the warmth of the room which was at once comforting and awe-inspiring). But at the same time he was unable to turn and walk away, unable to leave this room he had entered by accident. He had never seen Alfred so... so utterly vulnerable before, and instead of getting the urge to take advantage of the moment and hurt him, he felt ( ... )
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America could still remember the pain. So many of his people, gone, and the fear and distrust afterward. He'd lashed out, and it was only the support of his allies that kept him from doing much worse to those who had hurt him. When it was over, when there SHOULD have been peace, he found himself fighting all over again.
He'd felt abandoned at the time. Now, he wondered if Russia had felt the same way.
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It was and odd sort of time in between years. When they were not fighting they really did not know how to act. Being genial in either of their books meant raised fists, not open mouths, a sense of open mouth being constructive, not destructive as their 'talks' usually were. There was no common ground. Russia did not trust America, and America did not trust Russia to keep anything civil. They had been doing this inherently, like second nature, too much to stop and willingly let the other in and ask no questions on intention or veracity, for who was to judge the other as false. The only thing they knew that went against falsehood was their mutual harm.
And so their fists went.
Ami doin' it rite?
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