May the Eagle Soar [1a/?]
anonymous
October 11 2009, 17:48:11 UTC
~*~*~* Chapter 1: The Cry ~*~*~*
”The United States are holding strong on their threat to Canada and Mexico. For reasons unknown, the US is telling them to surrender or face a nuclear threat. The US is also-“
Ivan turned off the television with a sigh. For the past few weeks, then news was only talking about America’s strange shift from isolationism to imperialism. None of the Nations had seen him for over a decade, not even Canada. Although change could happen to anyone, Ivan just couldn’t see the loud American attacking his brother, not since they attacked each other’s capitols. Even in recent years Canada and Mexico had done nothing to provoke their brother.
Abruptly, the Russian’s cell phone rang, the tiny speaker blaring out the Russian national anthem. Ivan answered immediately, recognizing his boss’ ring tone.
“Ivan. America has sent us an invitation. I want you to go for a few days and give me a report on the situation before we do anything else,” the man instructed vaguely. Ivan wasn’t stupid; he could read between the lines. The “invitation” was most likely an alliance proposal. Suspicious, but it was a perfect opportunity for the Russian to talk to America and get more information, which his boss was counting on.
“Da, of course.”
~*~*~*
The flight from Moscow to Washington, DC had been long and tiring, but Ivan refused to show weakness. He smiled innocently at his armed escort, noticing an unusual amount of cold indifference on the faces of those soldiers. It reminded Ivan of the deepest, coldest winters his land would be plagued with. The Russian could see that if given the order to kill, they would follow it without hesitation and make sure the person was dead. The revelation sent a shiver of trepidation skittering down his spine.
“Come with us, please, Mr. Braginsky,” one of the soldiers said, his tone neutral and cold. This was not what Ivan had expected. Where had the fire gone from these people? He needed to talk to Alfred. Immediately.
“Alright,” the Russian replied, still smiling. He followed them at a relaxed, militant pace, his insides twisting into multiple knots. Instincts were telling Ivan that something was seriously wrong. Usually, Alfred would have been there to greet any and all Nation guests, yet he was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t even waiting for the Russian in the car.
Where the hell was Alfred?
~*~*~*
The ride had been awkward for Ivan without any sort of sound in the American vehicle. He was used to being treated to idle conversation by Alfred, who just couldn’t stay quiet when he didn’t have to. Sometimes, the escorts would join in to relieve the boredom or to antagonize one of them, usually the younger Nation. Yet, these men were more like stone statues than living people.
At least the city has not changed. He thought, though it did nothing to quell the anxiety he was starting to feel. Ivan hoped that the feeling would fade if he met the President or, more importantly, Alfred in person.
That hope was dashed when he stepped out of the car, standing in front of the familiar White House. A man in a black tux stepped forward to meet the Nation, hand outstretched for a handshake. His eyes were a cold, calculating brown and his hair reminded Ivan of greasy charcoal. They shook hands for all but a second, both discreetly rubbing their hands against their clothes, as if to get the feel of the other off. Ivan disliked this man who called himself President of the United States of America. He was too…cold and indifferent.
*OP Dances*
anonymous
October 11 2009, 18:31:28 UTC
You have no idea how much I squeed when I saw the notice for this pop up in my mailbox.
And oh gods this was awesome in ever sense of the word. Love the view of what the US people have become, subtle but distinctly different, and it makes sense that Russia would pick up on it in an instant.
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anonymous
October 11 2009, 18:40:17 UTC
Haha, awesome! :)
Oh, goodness, I'm glad of that~! <3 Russia's been around this for so long that I think it'd be easy enough for him to pick up on the subtle differences in the American people.
More shall come. ^^ Oh, just one question, OP. Would you mind a Russia x America x England threesome? If not, awesome, if you do, that's fine, too. :)
You have no idea how much you just made my lifetime with that suggestion. Russia/America/England is my OT3 and there's just not enough good fanfic with it. At least not where one of them isn't trying to rape/maim/hurt one or both of the others.
Chapter 1: The Cry
~*~*~*
”The United States are holding strong on their threat to Canada and Mexico. For reasons unknown, the US is telling them to surrender or face a nuclear threat. The US is also-“
Ivan turned off the television with a sigh. For the past few weeks, then news was only talking about America’s strange shift from isolationism to imperialism. None of the Nations had seen him for over a decade, not even Canada. Although change could happen to anyone, Ivan just couldn’t see the loud American attacking his brother, not since they attacked each other’s capitols. Even in recent years Canada and Mexico had done nothing to provoke their brother.
Abruptly, the Russian’s cell phone rang, the tiny speaker blaring out the Russian national anthem. Ivan answered immediately, recognizing his boss’ ring tone.
“Ivan. America has sent us an invitation. I want you to go for a few days and give me a report on the situation before we do anything else,” the man instructed vaguely. Ivan wasn’t stupid; he could read between the lines. The “invitation” was most likely an alliance proposal. Suspicious, but it was a perfect opportunity for the Russian to talk to America and get more information, which his boss was counting on.
“Da, of course.”
~*~*~*
The flight from Moscow to Washington, DC had been long and tiring, but Ivan refused to show weakness. He smiled innocently at his armed escort, noticing an unusual amount of cold indifference on the faces of those soldiers. It reminded Ivan of the deepest, coldest winters his land would be plagued with. The Russian could see that if given the order to kill, they would follow it without hesitation and make sure the person was dead. The revelation sent a shiver of trepidation skittering down his spine.
“Come with us, please, Mr. Braginsky,” one of the soldiers said, his tone neutral and cold. This was not what Ivan had expected. Where had the fire gone from these people? He needed to talk to Alfred. Immediately.
“Alright,” the Russian replied, still smiling. He followed them at a relaxed, militant pace, his insides twisting into multiple knots. Instincts were telling Ivan that something was seriously wrong. Usually, Alfred would have been there to greet any and all Nation guests, yet he was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t even waiting for the Russian in the car.
Where the hell was Alfred?
~*~*~*
The ride had been awkward for Ivan without any sort of sound in the American vehicle. He was used to being treated to idle conversation by Alfred, who just couldn’t stay quiet when he didn’t have to. Sometimes, the escorts would join in to relieve the boredom or to antagonize one of them, usually the younger Nation. Yet, these men were more like stone statues than living people.
At least the city has not changed. He thought, though it did nothing to quell the anxiety he was starting to feel. Ivan hoped that the feeling would fade if he met the President or, more importantly, Alfred in person.
That hope was dashed when he stepped out of the car, standing in front of the familiar White House. A man in a black tux stepped forward to meet the Nation, hand outstretched for a handshake. His eyes were a cold, calculating brown and his hair reminded Ivan of greasy charcoal. They shook hands for all but a second, both discreetly rubbing their hands against their clothes, as if to get the feel of the other off. Ivan disliked this man who called himself President of the United States of America. He was too…cold and indifferent.
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And oh gods this was awesome in ever sense of the word. Love the view of what the US people have become, subtle but distinctly different, and it makes sense that Russia would pick up on it in an instant.
Just...yeah...perfect. More please! :-)
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Oh, goodness, I'm glad of that~! <3 Russia's been around this for so long that I think it'd be easy enough for him to pick up on the subtle differences in the American people.
More shall come. ^^ Oh, just one question, OP. Would you mind a Russia x America x England threesome? If not, awesome, if you do, that's fine, too. :)
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You have no idea how much you just made my lifetime with that suggestion. Russia/America/England is my OT3 and there's just not enough good fanfic with it. At least not where one of them isn't trying to rape/maim/hurt one or both of the others.
So...uh...yes that would be fine! ;-)
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