Russian Sleep Experiment
Title: Russian Sleep Experiment
Author: Abyss
Claim: America
Character(s): America, Italy, England, Russia; implied Russia->America
Table/Prompt: Angst/For Better, For Worse
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: Why had he read it? Creepy Russia and creepy experiments...
Notes: Ugh, I suggest not reading Creepypasta, but... well, I'm not to dissuade you. And yes, the title is reference to one of the stories.
The last time someone showed Italy “creepypasta”, the nation wouldn’t come out of his room until someone (his brother) promised to make good, Italian pasta for him. From there, it was an unspoken agreement to never let either Italy see creepypasta. No one had accounted for America, though. America, the sweet, innocent nation, stumbled upon it on accident. After googling the Pokemon theory, since everyone talked about it, he happened on the wiki of creepypasta. He clicked the link, thinking nothing of it, and now, he would not even consider opening his eyes to just see a story come true.
At first, he was afraid to actually go to sleep, but after reading the story about the Russians (obviously, they would have a horror story from there, that goddamn commie bastard), he decided sleep was much more important. After taking some narcotic drugs, he managed to get to sleep. That Russian story made him scared of even staying awake. He didn’t want to become like those poor prisoners, those poor people who were driven insane. He wasn’t going to do anything stupid like them, and he was going to sleep, whether he liked it or not. Then, England came over.
England found his former charge under the sheets with his eyes closed. He found that a bit unusual; knowing America, he knew that the country loved being awake as soon as he could. He didn’t think much of it at first, until he heard America whimpering about “crazy Russians” and “gases”. He was unsure as to what America was experiencing, but he had to wake him up before he went insane in his sleep. After much shaking, he managed to rouse the American, who proceeded to scream about insane murderers and Russians. England wanted to find out what was wrong…
Russia sighed as he had to explain to America, once again, that the story wasn’t true. Well, to his knowledge, it wasn’t true-he was almost certain that he’d be aware of an experiment like this in his own country, and he’d definitely be aware if any of his Special Forces people committed suicide. Of course, the American didn’t believe him, and told him that they were hiding the truth, that they would become insane on the gas. Russia didn’t attempt to deny anything-America was too far gone to believe him. He managed to get America to sleep, however.
They convinced Alfred, his alias among normal humans, to visit a therapist. Russia was pleased to hear that the annoying American was now back to being his annoying self, but at times, he could see the fear and horror in America’s eyes. He could see the way that America would glare at him, and he knew that it was more than the usual menace. In a way, this wasn’t the American he fell in love with, but he still (secretly) loved America. He wouldn’t have it any other way, though he wished that America stopped blaming him for his insanity.
Author: Abyss
Claim: America
Character(s): America, Italy, England, Russia; implied Russia->America
Table/Prompt: Angst/For Better, For Worse
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: Why had he read it? Creepy Russia and creepy experiments...
Notes: Ugh, I suggest not reading Creepypasta, but... well, I'm not to dissuade you. And yes, the title is reference to one of the stories.
The last time someone showed Italy “creepypasta”, the nation wouldn’t come out of his room until someone (his brother) promised to make good, Italian pasta for him. From there, it was an unspoken agreement to never let either Italy see creepypasta. No one had accounted for America, though. America, the sweet, innocent nation, stumbled upon it on accident. After googling the Pokemon theory, since everyone talked about it, he happened on the wiki of creepypasta. He clicked the link, thinking nothing of it, and now, he would not even consider opening his eyes to just see a story come true.
At first, he was afraid to actually go to sleep, but after reading the story about the Russians (obviously, they would have a horror story from there, that goddamn commie bastard), he decided sleep was much more important. After taking some narcotic drugs, he managed to get to sleep. That Russian story made him scared of even staying awake. He didn’t want to become like those poor prisoners, those poor people who were driven insane. He wasn’t going to do anything stupid like them, and he was going to sleep, whether he liked it or not. Then, England came over.
England found his former charge under the sheets with his eyes closed. He found that a bit unusual; knowing America, he knew that the country loved being awake as soon as he could. He didn’t think much of it at first, until he heard America whimpering about “crazy Russians” and “gases”. He was unsure as to what America was experiencing, but he had to wake him up before he went insane in his sleep. After much shaking, he managed to rouse the American, who proceeded to scream about insane murderers and Russians. England wanted to find out what was wrong…
Russia sighed as he had to explain to America, once again, that the story wasn’t true. Well, to his knowledge, it wasn’t true-he was almost certain that he’d be aware of an experiment like this in his own country, and he’d definitely be aware if any of his Special Forces people committed suicide. Of course, the American didn’t believe him, and told him that they were hiding the truth, that they would become insane on the gas. Russia didn’t attempt to deny anything-America was too far gone to believe him. He managed to get America to sleep, however.
They convinced Alfred, his alias among normal humans, to visit a therapist. Russia was pleased to hear that the annoying American was now back to being his annoying self, but at times, he could see the fear and horror in America’s eyes. He could see the way that America would glare at him, and he knew that it was more than the usual menace. In a way, this wasn’t the American he fell in love with, but he still (secretly) loved America. He wouldn’t have it any other way, though he wished that America stopped blaming him for his insanity.