Mi Vida Contigo [3/?]
anonymous
August 6 2009, 06:31:34 UTC
Safe in his hiding place, Alfred couldn’t help but grin madly. A part of him knew that he should save his brother Matthew from such a horrible fate, but the other part of him, and the part that ultimately won out, was the part that was just glad to get Mexico away from him. He wondered when Mexico would figure out that it was Canada she was molesting, rather than him, but he figured it was best to be as far away as possible.
It was only then that he sensed the presence of someone else there behind the dumpster. He froze, afraid to move, even though he knew that Mexico was otherwise occupied.
“I see you have one, too, da?”
Russia, unmistakably Russia. Yes, now Alfred could make out the coat, the scarf, the childishly round cheeks, the pitiless violet eyes. Of all people to find myself sharing a hiding place with! Alfred lamented. Could this day get any worse?
“Oh…are you hiding from Belarus again?” Alfred whispered, scared to talk too loudly.
“Da. I think she’s gone. But I don’t want to risk it. She’s horribly annoying.”
“Pfft, you think you’ve got it bad?” Alfred hissed. “Try having Mexico as a neighbor.”
“No, I assure you, Belarus is much worse than Mexico.”
“No, no, no! You don’t know the first thing about what it’s like to be me! Stupid Mexico, always trying to cross my borders-”
“Ssh, Alfred. Don’t be so feisty. They’ll hear us.” Russia pressed a gloved finger to Alfred’s lips. Alfred never understood why he wore gloves even in summertime, but he figured that it wasn’t the best time to be thinking of things like that. He caught Russia’s eyes with his own, and they sat there in silence for several tense moments, listening to a broken water pipe in the alley drip drip drip into a moldy puddle on the sidewalk. It was then that Alfred realized that Ivan was just as terrified as he was. That was something strange, seeing Russia actually scared. Belarus must be worse than the devil himself, worse than plagues and wars and freezing maelstroms-to make Russia afraid.
And then Alfred had an idea.
“Hey Russia,” he whispered. “What if we got married?”
The other nation stared at him for a moment and then blinked.
“What?”
“Well, you know, Mexico desperately wants to marry me, and Belarus desperately wants to marry you. So if we were both already married, then maybe they would leave us alone. And why not be married to each other?” On a better day, Alfred might have realized the lack of logic in his statement, but his uncomfortably close encounter with Mexico had effectively fried his brain.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Alfred,” Russia said. “That’s no reason to marry someone.”
“I’ll protect you from Belarus! I promise! She’ll never bother you again!” Alfred cried, almost pleading.
Russia seemed to consider the proposal.
“Mm, I can’t say no to that.”
“Then will you, will you?” Alfred asked.
“Yes, I suppose I will.” A sly smile lit up Ivan’s face as he traced the outline of Alfred’s face with his gloved fingers.
“Great! That’s great!” Alfred exclaimed, completely overlooking the cunningly cruel look of satisfaction rising in Russia’s eyes. But he was brought back to his senses when the larger nation pulled him close and began kissing him furiously. For the second time that morning, Alfred found his borders being crossed, but this time, he didn’t mind.
It was only then that he sensed the presence of someone else there behind the dumpster. He froze, afraid to move, even though he knew that Mexico was otherwise occupied.
“I see you have one, too, da?”
Russia, unmistakably Russia. Yes, now Alfred could make out the coat, the scarf, the childishly round cheeks, the pitiless violet eyes. Of all people to find myself sharing a hiding place with! Alfred lamented. Could this day get any worse?
“Oh…are you hiding from Belarus again?” Alfred whispered, scared to talk too loudly.
“Da. I think she’s gone. But I don’t want to risk it. She’s horribly annoying.”
“Pfft, you think you’ve got it bad?” Alfred hissed. “Try having Mexico as a neighbor.”
“No, I assure you, Belarus is much worse than Mexico.”
“No, no, no! You don’t know the first thing about what it’s like to be me! Stupid Mexico, always trying to cross my borders-”
“Ssh, Alfred. Don’t be so feisty. They’ll hear us.” Russia pressed a gloved finger to Alfred’s lips. Alfred never understood why he wore gloves even in summertime, but he figured that it wasn’t the best time to be thinking of things like that. He caught Russia’s eyes with his own, and they sat there in silence for several tense moments, listening to a broken water pipe in the alley drip drip drip into a moldy puddle on the sidewalk. It was then that Alfred realized that Ivan was just as terrified as he was. That was something strange, seeing Russia actually scared. Belarus must be worse than the devil himself, worse than plagues and wars and freezing maelstroms-to make Russia afraid.
And then Alfred had an idea.
“Hey Russia,” he whispered. “What if we got married?”
The other nation stared at him for a moment and then blinked.
“What?”
“Well, you know, Mexico desperately wants to marry me, and Belarus desperately wants to marry you. So if we were both already married, then maybe they would leave us alone. And why not be married to each other?” On a better day, Alfred might have realized the lack of logic in his statement, but his uncomfortably close encounter with Mexico had effectively fried his brain.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Alfred,” Russia said. “That’s no reason to marry someone.”
“I’ll protect you from Belarus! I promise! She’ll never bother you again!” Alfred cried, almost pleading.
Russia seemed to consider the proposal.
“Mm, I can’t say no to that.”
“Then will you, will you?” Alfred asked.
“Yes, I suppose I will.” A sly smile lit up Ivan’s face as he traced the outline of Alfred’s face with his gloved fingers.
“Great! That’s great!” Alfred exclaimed, completely overlooking the cunningly cruel look of satisfaction rising in Russia’s eyes. But he was brought back to his senses when the larger nation pulled him close and began kissing him furiously. For the second time that morning, Alfred found his borders being crossed, but this time, he didn’t mind.
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SERIOUSLY, I COULD HARDLY STOP LAUGHING AND SQUEEING TO MAKE THIS COMMENT~♥
AND I SCARED MY DOG BECAUSE HE PROBABLY THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE OF LAUGHING TOO HARD♥
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:D
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Do not fear!
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