How to Court a Nation in Ten Days (6.4/?)
anonymous
October 28 2010, 04:53:22 UTC
Russia hesitated, wanting to go comfort Alfred, to say something to make his sad eyes go away, but not wanting to push the boundaries too fast.
"I see . I am sorry then. I would not think this would upset you so much, after all isn't this to be excepted from an "evil russkie" like myself?" Russia chimed, going in the opposite direction of comfort to try to pick at America's brain to see what he really though of him.
"Your confusing as hell? You know that? I mean that whole atmosphere thing, I can read it if I want to ya know. And I guess I must have made a mistake, because I thought you actually genuinely wanted to be friends and then they way you looked at me....." America trailed off into a mumble, feeling a blush coming on and smothering his face in the blanket.
Russia giggled and walked over, sitting on the floor next to the couch and pulling away the blanket from the embarrassed American's grasp.
"You were not wrong, Alfred. I find the whole Cold War charade tiring, but it is you who carries on with the teasing and joking and nickname-calling. Why is it so wrong for us to get along? You know as well as I do that some government business cannot be entirely controlled by us. Besides, you have spies in my country too, da?"
Alfred scooted away from Ivan's hands, back inching up the couch, feet fighting for purchase on the sofa cushions because Russia was too damn close.....
"It's not like I try to okay, I didn't know you were such a chick about it. Besides I always though it would be the one constant in this crazy world, ya know? Us insulting each other and that kind of thing..."
"Is it not your own boss who embraces change America? " Russia crept closer, one knee up on the couch crawling up until he was seated next to a trembling blushing America.
"Friends?" Russia held out his hand in the gesture of a handshake (something he'd seen many times in America's movies), and smiled the most genuine smile he could think of.
"Yeah okay, ya big lug. I'm still not touching you tho."
~ Yes I know that the two news events in this story did not happen right after each other but for the sake of plot, just forgive me. Updates will be more frequent as I think I have staved off writers block for the time being
Re: How to Court a Nation in Ten Days (6.4/?)
anonymous
October 30 2010, 05:36:28 UTC
Oh writer!anon, I love you. <3
I really like the way you're approaching my OTP, and not making Russia out to be a complete psycho bastard (just special in his own sort of way, haha). And Alfred is so cute and oblivious. I can't wait to read more!
"I see . I am sorry then. I would not think this would upset you so much, after all isn't this to be excepted from an "evil russkie" like myself?" Russia chimed, going in the opposite direction of comfort to try to pick at America's brain to see what he really though of him.
"Your confusing as hell? You know that? I mean that whole atmosphere thing, I can read it if I want to ya know. And I guess I must have made a mistake, because I thought you actually genuinely wanted to be friends and then they way you looked at me....." America trailed off into a mumble, feeling a blush coming on and smothering his face in the blanket.
Russia giggled and walked over, sitting on the floor next to the couch and pulling away the blanket from the embarrassed American's grasp.
"You were not wrong, Alfred. I find the whole Cold War charade tiring, but it is you who carries on with the teasing and joking and nickname-calling. Why is it so wrong for us to get along? You know as well as I do that some government business cannot be entirely controlled by us. Besides, you have spies in my country too, da?"
Alfred scooted away from Ivan's hands, back inching up the couch, feet fighting for purchase on the sofa cushions because Russia was too damn close.....
"It's not like I try to okay, I didn't know you were such a chick about it. Besides I always though it would be the one constant in this crazy world, ya know? Us insulting each other and that kind of thing..."
"Is it not your own boss who embraces change America? " Russia crept closer, one knee up on the couch crawling up until he was seated next to a trembling blushing America.
"Friends?" Russia held out his hand in the gesture of a handshake (something he'd seen many times in America's movies), and smiled the most genuine smile he could think of.
"Yeah okay, ya big lug. I'm still not touching you tho."
~
Yes I know that the two news events in this story did not happen right after each other but for the sake of plot, just forgive me.
Updates will be more frequent as I think I have staved off writers block for the time being
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I really like the way you're approaching my OTP, and not making Russia out to be a complete psycho bastard (just special in his own sort of way, haha). And Alfred is so cute and oblivious. I can't wait to read more!
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This fic is starting out to be really adorable and I agree with what the anon above said~
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