Knocked Up 4
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“Alright! Alright! I’m coming, cheri! Don’t kill my doorbell s’il vous plait!” France yelled as he yanked open the door…and instantly paled.
France clutched his chest and staggered a few feet back, surprised, shocked, and afraid at the unexpected sight of Russia standing on his front porch. Russia usually scared the living daylights out of France, but this was beyond just scary. Russia looked liked a mess! His eyes were bloodshot, he had 5 o’clock shadow, and he was still wearing his pajamas and slippers.
“Ah…Russia-chan, if you don’t mind Nii-san asking, why are you here?” France asked, his heart at last calming down from the frightful appearance of Russia. “Isn’t it around 4 in the morning at your place?”
“…rea…” Russia mumbled unintelligibly.
France leaned in closer, “Excuse?”
Russia looked at him pleadingly and France almost felt his heart break. Whatever made Russia seek him out, must be dire indeed. He wasn’t sure what he could do, but he would do his best to-
“Bread…I need some French bread,” Russia managed to croak out.
“What? You came all the way here for some bread?” France couldn’t keep the confusion out of his voice, “I know Nii-san’s food is delicious but-“
“BRING THEM NOW FRANCE!” Russia roared, his hands tightening on the waterpipe he carried with him for mental support, but somehow even that didn’t help. “Bring them now or I swear on General Winter, I will bash your head open. Ha ha ha….Hahahhahahah HAHAHAHAHA.”
France hurried back into his house “Russia cracked! Russia finally cracked!” The French thought as he tried to slam his door shut, but Russia was too fast for him and wedged his pipe through the small opening. With almost no effort at all, he broke the door off its hinge. The long haired blond cowered on the floor in fear, watching Russia slowly approach him with a maniacal smile on his lips. The Russian plunged the metal pipe straight down at the floor.
CRACK
The floorboards broke into pieces, right next to France’s pallid face. “You bring me bread now, da?”
France fainted
-2 day later-
China eyes fluttered open at precisely 3am; his internal clock ever on schedule. For a moment, he stretched and yawned, sleep still tugging at him, but revenge is revenge after all. Sacrifices must be made. He turned on his side, coming face to face with the sleeping form of Russia’s back.
“Iv-“ China started murmuring, nudging the large shoulder, but stopped short when Russia instinctively turned towards him.
“Nngh…Jao…,” Russia said in his sleep with a frown.
The smaller man, on the other hand, almost couldn’t contain the giggle from bubbling forth. He scooted closer and placed a light kiss on Russia’s lips to erase some of the nightmares that must be plaguing him.
“...N…nooo…I don’t…w-wanna,” Russia cried out.
China smiled at how utterly adorable a troubled sleeping Russia was. Almost unable to resist, he gathered the big child close to his chest to both comfort and stifle his cries. The larger nation stiffened in his arms, but after a few minutes China felt the steady rise and fall of Russia’s chest as he fell back into a peacefully slumber. He ruffled the messy silver hair and snuggled deeper into the bed with the Russian, giving up his plans for today
Usually China’s voice bought erotic dreams, however in the pasts few days, the only time Russia ever hears the sweet voice invade his dreams was when China demanded that he and the baby was hungry. The first time, Russia didn’t mind. He had read up a little about pregnancy and the odd cravings at odd times. What he didn’t expect was China’s outrageous demand for authentic food. First it was Korea, which was fine, then Japan…then India…France….Always, always at 3am. Russia’s body almost couldn’t take it anymore. Whenever he hears China’s voice in his sleep now, dread would course through the larger nation’s body
Just before China fell asleep, hugging the Russian’s body tightly, he whispered into the other’s ear, “Tomorrow I want Spanish food.”
Russia whimpered as he dreamt of a fat Yao chasing him with a butcher’s knife.
A/N: Thank you yukidari and devi for giving me this idea. If no one got it, China has basically been sending Russia all around the world to bring him back food. The theme of his revenge?
You made me lose my sleep...I make you lose yours
Btw, I think out of other nations, I use France the most XD. I just love that guy.
“Alright! Alright! I’m coming, cheri! Don’t kill my doorbell s’il vous plait!” France yelled as he yanked open the door…and instantly paled.
France clutched his chest and staggered a few feet back, surprised, shocked, and afraid at the unexpected sight of Russia standing on his front porch. Russia usually scared the living daylights out of France, but this was beyond just scary. Russia looked liked a mess! His eyes were bloodshot, he had 5 o’clock shadow, and he was still wearing his pajamas and slippers.
“Ah…Russia-chan, if you don’t mind Nii-san asking, why are you here?” France asked, his heart at last calming down from the frightful appearance of Russia. “Isn’t it around 4 in the morning at your place?”
“…rea…” Russia mumbled unintelligibly.
France leaned in closer, “Excuse?”
Russia looked at him pleadingly and France almost felt his heart break. Whatever made Russia seek him out, must be dire indeed. He wasn’t sure what he could do, but he would do his best to-
“Bread…I need some French bread,” Russia managed to croak out.
“What? You came all the way here for some bread?” France couldn’t keep the confusion out of his voice, “I know Nii-san’s food is delicious but-“
“BRING THEM NOW FRANCE!” Russia roared, his hands tightening on the waterpipe he carried with him for mental support, but somehow even that didn’t help. “Bring them now or I swear on General Winter, I will bash your head open. Ha ha ha….Hahahhahahah HAHAHAHAHA.”
France hurried back into his house “Russia cracked! Russia finally cracked!” The French thought as he tried to slam his door shut, but Russia was too fast for him and wedged his pipe through the small opening. With almost no effort at all, he broke the door off its hinge. The long haired blond cowered on the floor in fear, watching Russia slowly approach him with a maniacal smile on his lips. The Russian plunged the metal pipe straight down at the floor.
CRACK
The floorboards broke into pieces, right next to France’s pallid face. “You bring me bread now, da?”
France fainted
-2 day later-
China eyes fluttered open at precisely 3am; his internal clock ever on schedule. For a moment, he stretched and yawned, sleep still tugging at him, but revenge is revenge after all. Sacrifices must be made. He turned on his side, coming face to face with the sleeping form of Russia’s back.
“Iv-“ China started murmuring, nudging the large shoulder, but stopped short when Russia instinctively turned towards him.
“Nngh…Jao…,” Russia said in his sleep with a frown.
The smaller man, on the other hand, almost couldn’t contain the giggle from bubbling forth. He scooted closer and placed a light kiss on Russia’s lips to erase some of the nightmares that must be plaguing him.
“...N…nooo…I don’t…w-wanna,” Russia cried out.
China smiled at how utterly adorable a troubled sleeping Russia was. Almost unable to resist, he gathered the big child close to his chest to both comfort and stifle his cries. The larger nation stiffened in his arms, but after a few minutes China felt the steady rise and fall of Russia’s chest as he fell back into a peacefully slumber. He ruffled the messy silver hair and snuggled deeper into the bed with the Russian, giving up his plans for today
Usually China’s voice bought erotic dreams, however in the pasts few days, the only time Russia ever hears the sweet voice invade his dreams was when China demanded that he and the baby was hungry. The first time, Russia didn’t mind. He had read up a little about pregnancy and the odd cravings at odd times. What he didn’t expect was China’s outrageous demand for authentic food. First it was Korea, which was fine, then Japan…then India…France….Always, always at 3am. Russia’s body almost couldn’t take it anymore. Whenever he hears China’s voice in his sleep now, dread would course through the larger nation’s body
Just before China fell asleep, hugging the Russian’s body tightly, he whispered into the other’s ear, “Tomorrow I want Spanish food.”
Russia whimpered as he dreamt of a fat Yao chasing him with a butcher’s knife.
A/N: Thank you yukidari and devi for giving me this idea. If no one got it, China has basically been sending Russia all around the world to bring him back food. The theme of his revenge?
You made me lose my sleep...I make you lose yours
Btw, I think out of other nations, I use France the most XD. I just love that guy.