[December 16th] Prompt #3
Author: harusamemosuke
Title: Fly me to the Moon
Characters: Russia/America
Genre: Tooth-aching fluff
Rating/Warnings: Fluff. Passing mention of the Space Race
Summary: I had this idea for figure skater!Alfred and Coach!Ivan. The story had it all - humor, romance, drama, melodrama, tragedy, mistake identities. This is not that story.
December 16: Ice Skating
It had taken a lot of planning, reallocation of resources, and in the end, a few well placed bribes (the engineering crew was currently enjoying several bottles of his finest vodka) to put into motion what was ultimately a very frivolous expenditure.
"Oh my god. A skating rink!"
If the other nation's outbursts were anything to go by, it had been well worth the trouble. Russia, already on the ice, glided in a lazy circle, face serene. He came to a halt in front of the (for once) gob-smacked America.
"How on earth did you manage this? The water alone-"
"Several hundred gallons, a little over a sixth of our supply. I, ah, asked to borrow it for the occasion. It is only for a few hours, so perhaps it would be best if you joined me on the ice?" He held out a hand in both invitation and challenge, a small smile alighting on his lips.
The younger nation grinned in answer. "Hang on, let me get my skates on." He fumbled with the pair he had in his hands. "You go on ahead, I'll catch up with you."
"If you insist." Russia glided away, choosing to sail up to the far end where he could observe the mountains in the distance. They rose like jagged teeth in some faraway mouth, or pillars of some long forgotten civilization. It was quiet, even within the rink, just the sound of his skates cutting into the ice. He began to pick out stars.
"Hey Russia, look at this!"
Russia executed a swift turn. He watched as America skated into a pre-jump position and then... yes, a lutz. One, two... five, six, with a flawless landing. He certainly was getting better.
America dashed over, enthusiasm spilling from him. "This is so cool! Did you see that? Six rotations! try pulling that off at home."
Russia nodded, smiling. His own record for a jump was currently eight, but there was no need to let America know that.
"So are you just going to stand there? C'mon, let's skate!" America grabbed his hands and pulled the larger nation after him.
The next twenty minutes was spent leaping and racing across the ice, cutting complex patterns into the surface as the two came together and separated, laughter filling in the quiet.
Russia was just getting ready to try a sit spin when America turned away and looked up. His laughter died for a moment. Russia looked up as well and understood. He glided to America's side and took his hand, feeling warmth as America, Alfred squeezed his hand.
"Now there is a view I will never get tired of." Alfred proclaimed.
Ivan couldn't agree more. The Earth was coming up over the lip of the horizon, shining and full. Slowly it ascended, like a great lady in a beautiful dress upon the stage of the Universe.
"Hard to believe we made it this far, huh?" Alfred had tucked himself up into Ivan's body, head fitting just right into the crook of his neck. Ivan wrapped his arms around Alfred and hummed.
"Yes. Though we have farther still to go."
Alfred grinned, turning in Ivan's embrace. "Does this mean we can go to Mars next?"
"Is there any way we can stop you from going?" Russia teased, hand coming to rest on the nape of America's neck.
America tilted his head to the side in apparent thought. "Nope, don't think so."
Ivan mock-sighed. "Then I suppose we have no choice. To Mars it is."
"AWESOME!" Alfred shouted, punching the air (and just barely missing Ivan's nose).
Ivan grabbed the flailing hand. "I am glad you are happy, dear one, but I would appreciate it if you didn't cause me bodily harm."
"Ah, yeah, sorry about that." Alfred looked abashed for a moment, before a mischievous glint entered his eye. "Hey, for old time's sake, wanna race to the other side?"
Ivan raised an eyebrow. "'For old time's sake?' I trust you are referring to the space race? I can think of other things to do than reliving a period of our history that was dark and turbulent."
America didn't back down. "Afraid I'll beat you again?"
Russia eyed America's cocky stance. "Perhaps a rematch is in order." Then he pulled America to him, swooped in for a kiss, pulled himself back out of it, and took off towards the edge of the rink.
America blinked, disoriented for a moment, before coming back to his senses. "Hey, that was cheating! You got a head start!" He tore after the older nation's retreating back, yelling insults.
Ivan's chuckles echoed in the dome as the Earth continued to rise in the sky.
Note: If we ever get colonies on the moon, I hope they either have a trampoline or a skating rink. Because that would be a lot of fun.
Title: Fly me to the Moon
Characters: Russia/America
Genre: Tooth-aching fluff
Rating/Warnings: Fluff. Passing mention of the Space Race
Summary: I had this idea for figure skater!Alfred and Coach!Ivan. The story had it all - humor, romance, drama, melodrama, tragedy, mistake identities. This is not that story.
December 16: Ice Skating
It had taken a lot of planning, reallocation of resources, and in the end, a few well placed bribes (the engineering crew was currently enjoying several bottles of his finest vodka) to put into motion what was ultimately a very frivolous expenditure.
"Oh my god. A skating rink!"
If the other nation's outbursts were anything to go by, it had been well worth the trouble. Russia, already on the ice, glided in a lazy circle, face serene. He came to a halt in front of the (for once) gob-smacked America.
"How on earth did you manage this? The water alone-"
"Several hundred gallons, a little over a sixth of our supply. I, ah, asked to borrow it for the occasion. It is only for a few hours, so perhaps it would be best if you joined me on the ice?" He held out a hand in both invitation and challenge, a small smile alighting on his lips.
The younger nation grinned in answer. "Hang on, let me get my skates on." He fumbled with the pair he had in his hands. "You go on ahead, I'll catch up with you."
"If you insist." Russia glided away, choosing to sail up to the far end where he could observe the mountains in the distance. They rose like jagged teeth in some faraway mouth, or pillars of some long forgotten civilization. It was quiet, even within the rink, just the sound of his skates cutting into the ice. He began to pick out stars.
"Hey Russia, look at this!"
Russia executed a swift turn. He watched as America skated into a pre-jump position and then... yes, a lutz. One, two... five, six, with a flawless landing. He certainly was getting better.
America dashed over, enthusiasm spilling from him. "This is so cool! Did you see that? Six rotations! try pulling that off at home."
Russia nodded, smiling. His own record for a jump was currently eight, but there was no need to let America know that.
"So are you just going to stand there? C'mon, let's skate!" America grabbed his hands and pulled the larger nation after him.
The next twenty minutes was spent leaping and racing across the ice, cutting complex patterns into the surface as the two came together and separated, laughter filling in the quiet.
Russia was just getting ready to try a sit spin when America turned away and looked up. His laughter died for a moment. Russia looked up as well and understood. He glided to America's side and took his hand, feeling warmth as America, Alfred squeezed his hand.
"Now there is a view I will never get tired of." Alfred proclaimed.
Ivan couldn't agree more. The Earth was coming up over the lip of the horizon, shining and full. Slowly it ascended, like a great lady in a beautiful dress upon the stage of the Universe.
"Hard to believe we made it this far, huh?" Alfred had tucked himself up into Ivan's body, head fitting just right into the crook of his neck. Ivan wrapped his arms around Alfred and hummed.
"Yes. Though we have farther still to go."
Alfred grinned, turning in Ivan's embrace. "Does this mean we can go to Mars next?"
"Is there any way we can stop you from going?" Russia teased, hand coming to rest on the nape of America's neck.
America tilted his head to the side in apparent thought. "Nope, don't think so."
Ivan mock-sighed. "Then I suppose we have no choice. To Mars it is."
"AWESOME!" Alfred shouted, punching the air (and just barely missing Ivan's nose).
Ivan grabbed the flailing hand. "I am glad you are happy, dear one, but I would appreciate it if you didn't cause me bodily harm."
"Ah, yeah, sorry about that." Alfred looked abashed for a moment, before a mischievous glint entered his eye. "Hey, for old time's sake, wanna race to the other side?"
Ivan raised an eyebrow. "'For old time's sake?' I trust you are referring to the space race? I can think of other things to do than reliving a period of our history that was dark and turbulent."
America didn't back down. "Afraid I'll beat you again?"
Russia eyed America's cocky stance. "Perhaps a rematch is in order." Then he pulled America to him, swooped in for a kiss, pulled himself back out of it, and took off towards the edge of the rink.
America blinked, disoriented for a moment, before coming back to his senses. "Hey, that was cheating! You got a head start!" He tore after the older nation's retreating back, yelling insults.
Ivan's chuckles echoed in the dome as the Earth continued to rise in the sky.
Note: If we ever get colonies on the moon, I hope they either have a trampoline or a skating rink. Because that would be a lot of fun.