[December 15th] Prompt #2
Author: harusamemosuke
Title: The Survivor's Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse
Characters: Russia/America, mentions of China and Finland
Genre: Zombie
Rating/Warnings: Fluff. And mentions of kick ass Martial Arts
Summary: China, despite all evidence to the contrary, is still a badass.
December 15: Christmas Zombie Apocalypse
"... I know this may be a stupid question, but where the hell did China pull that Shoalin Blade from?"
Russia pauses in his reloading of his gun.
"I mean, it's not like he has anywhere he can hide it on himself. A gun, okay, I can see that. A dagger. Maybe a sword. But a fucking Shaolin blade? Really, man? Did he pull it out of his ass?"
"That sounds very painful," Russia observes, finishing the reload of his AK-47 before checking the homemade Molotov cocktails by his side.
"You're telling me. Hurts my brain to think about." Sudden weight and warmth press into Russia's side.
"Seeing as it does not take much to do so, I am not very surprised," Russia replies dryly, but appreciates America's presence as it grounds him in the nightmarish reality he finds himself in. What he does not appreciate is the elbow to his ribs.
"Bastard. I don't know why I put up with you."
"I do not know why you put up with me, either." He checks his watch absently. China had been gone for a quarter of an hour. If all went well, he would be reporting back soon, hopefully with a way out. The doors were still holding, but it would not do to take chances.
America huffed a sigh. "Pretty badass, though," he remarked dragging the conversation back to the original topic. "He claims he's getting too old for that sort of thing, but man, did he go all Bruce Lee on that horde of zombies. Fucking sweet." A pause. "Not as good as me, though."
"Of course."
Another jab into Russia's side. "Glad you get it. 'm the fucking hero, so you all just need to follow my lead." America grins hugely, eyes slightly manic in the dim light.
Russia raises an eyebrow. Annoyed, he mutters, "I did not come all this way just to be your sidekick in one of your deranged little fantasies."
America is undeterred. "Sidekick? Nah, that's China." He leans in, close enough that Ivan can feel his breath on his face. Russia forgets about the moans he hears through the walls.
"What am I, then?" He humors the strange American practically in his lap.
"Easy," And America slips his arms around Russia's shoulders, bringing him closer. "Love interest, man. Hero's got to have someone to protect after all!"
"I do not need protecting," Russia points out. But whatever offense he feels melts away as America draws him into a kiss.
Eventually, the need for air pulls them apart. Russia leans into the crook of America's neck and rests for a moment, listening to the other nation's heartbeat.
"Hey, do you think Finland still delivers presents during Zombie Apocalypses?"
"I do not know. Why?" He tries not to feel irritated at America's short attention span.
"It's just... how many people do you think his sleigh can carry?"
Russia thinks a moment. "Perhaps we should relocate to the roof once China returns."
"When does he check back in?"
Ivan looks at his watch again. "In ten minutes."
"Awesome. Hey, I've got a great way to pass the time."
"Do you?" Ivan asks dryly, but does not protest when Alfred leans in again.
After all, there were worse ways to spend ten minutes.
Notes: Okay, in The Zombie Survival Guide, THE weapon of choice is the Shaolin Blade, which is awesome as hell. China could take down those zombies quicker than you can say "Aiyaaah"
Bruce Lee was a movie star and a martial artist. I put him in because not only was he top-notch, but he's buried in my area, so I needed to show some pride.
Title: The Survivor's Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse
Characters: Russia/America, mentions of China and Finland
Genre: Zombie
Rating/Warnings: Fluff. And mentions of kick ass Martial Arts
Summary: China, despite all evidence to the contrary, is still a badass.
December 15: Christmas Zombie Apocalypse
"... I know this may be a stupid question, but where the hell did China pull that Shoalin Blade from?"
Russia pauses in his reloading of his gun.
"I mean, it's not like he has anywhere he can hide it on himself. A gun, okay, I can see that. A dagger. Maybe a sword. But a fucking Shaolin blade? Really, man? Did he pull it out of his ass?"
"That sounds very painful," Russia observes, finishing the reload of his AK-47 before checking the homemade Molotov cocktails by his side.
"You're telling me. Hurts my brain to think about." Sudden weight and warmth press into Russia's side.
"Seeing as it does not take much to do so, I am not very surprised," Russia replies dryly, but appreciates America's presence as it grounds him in the nightmarish reality he finds himself in. What he does not appreciate is the elbow to his ribs.
"Bastard. I don't know why I put up with you."
"I do not know why you put up with me, either." He checks his watch absently. China had been gone for a quarter of an hour. If all went well, he would be reporting back soon, hopefully with a way out. The doors were still holding, but it would not do to take chances.
America huffed a sigh. "Pretty badass, though," he remarked dragging the conversation back to the original topic. "He claims he's getting too old for that sort of thing, but man, did he go all Bruce Lee on that horde of zombies. Fucking sweet." A pause. "Not as good as me, though."
"Of course."
Another jab into Russia's side. "Glad you get it. 'm the fucking hero, so you all just need to follow my lead." America grins hugely, eyes slightly manic in the dim light.
Russia raises an eyebrow. Annoyed, he mutters, "I did not come all this way just to be your sidekick in one of your deranged little fantasies."
America is undeterred. "Sidekick? Nah, that's China." He leans in, close enough that Ivan can feel his breath on his face. Russia forgets about the moans he hears through the walls.
"What am I, then?" He humors the strange American practically in his lap.
"Easy," And America slips his arms around Russia's shoulders, bringing him closer. "Love interest, man. Hero's got to have someone to protect after all!"
"I do not need protecting," Russia points out. But whatever offense he feels melts away as America draws him into a kiss.
Eventually, the need for air pulls them apart. Russia leans into the crook of America's neck and rests for a moment, listening to the other nation's heartbeat.
"Hey, do you think Finland still delivers presents during Zombie Apocalypses?"
"I do not know. Why?" He tries not to feel irritated at America's short attention span.
"It's just... how many people do you think his sleigh can carry?"
Russia thinks a moment. "Perhaps we should relocate to the roof once China returns."
"When does he check back in?"
Ivan looks at his watch again. "In ten minutes."
"Awesome. Hey, I've got a great way to pass the time."
"Do you?" Ivan asks dryly, but does not protest when Alfred leans in again.
After all, there were worse ways to spend ten minutes.
Notes: Okay, in The Zombie Survival Guide, THE weapon of choice is the Shaolin Blade, which is awesome as hell. China could take down those zombies quicker than you can say "Aiyaaah"
Bruce Lee was a movie star and a martial artist. I put him in because not only was he top-notch, but he's buried in my area, so I needed to show some pride.