Some Comfort Here -- Part 1b
anonymous
October 26 2009, 00:35:24 UTC
“America!” Germany slapped his hand down on the table causing America to jump and regret it as his head began to pound.
“I…I’m listening…” he mumbled placing his hands down on the stack of files on the table in front of him and tried very hard to concentrate on Germany and not the fight that seemed to be getting very close to a full out brawl a few feet away from them.
“Good…” Germany said with a nod.
Then without even looking Germany’s hand snatched out and grabbed Palestine by the scruff of his neck and moved him a few feet away from where he had been on the other side of Germany. Germany finally turned his head and the two glared heatedly at each other for a long moment then Germany went back to his lecture and Palestine waited a few moments before turning and started yelling at America, like he’d had anything to do with it. Israel soon joined in with a litany of his own, all three speaking louder and louder in an attempt to be heard over each other and soon it was impossible to discern one from the other. America groaned and let his head drop down to rest on his arms knowing that all three would keep going on and on whether he was looking at them or not. His headache continued to ramp up until he could hear the pounding rush of blood in his ears. Still even that did blot out the arguing going on around him. America tried to drown them out further with his arms but had no luck.
Then there was silence.
For a moment America let it wash over him before he quickly realized it was a strained and unnatural silence. He felt a pressure on his chair has a hand he hadn’t felt rest itself on the back of it was moved away and its owner took a step closer to the table. America didn’t lift his head even as he heard the three nations scurry off in different directions and the owner of the hand slid into the empty chair next to him. America didn’t need to look to know who it was. There was only one Nation who could make people flee that quickly and that efficiently with only his presence.
Russia.
He might not be the Soviet Union anymore, the evil villain to America’s hero, but he still had a presence about him. Dangerous to anyone who wasn’t on his ever changing good side. His occasional, and America often thought completely planned, trips into instability helping keep that image alive.
America thought he should look over at the other nation but couldn’t bring himself to conjure up the energy as he lay there with his head on the table. Russia didn’t say anything or make any noise to try and get his attention so he figured that the other nation wasn’t expecting him to acknowledge him. He continued to lie there, shifting his arms slightly so that they would further block out the light. He let the blessed silence filter around him along with the familiar scent of Russia’s cologne. It was spicy and warm and reminded America, as it always did, of a roaring fire on a cold winter night.
He felt sleep tug at him. A feeling he was no longer completely familiar with he reveled in it. He knew he should fight it, the meeting would be starting again soon, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He let himself drift off, later he wouldn’t be able to say how long he stayed in that half asleep state. It wasn’t until he heard the dull scrap of the chair next to him moving back and that soft, comforting scent drifting away that he let himself be drawn back to the present.
When he lifted his head to blink blearily around him, Russia was gone and the room was quickly filling with other Nations returning from the break. He yawned, stretching slightly and rolling his neck. He hadn’t been asleep for very long or very deeply but he felt a bit more refreshed then he had in a while.
“What was that all about?”
America glanced up as the familiar, clipped, British accent appeared in front of him. England was looking down at him, his brown wrinkled in confusion and his green eyes maybe holding a bit of concern.
“Uh…what?” America asked blearily.
“Russia,” England asked his brows creasing further. “I came in and he was just sitting there next to you glowering at everyone…were you asleep?”
Some Comfort Here -- Part 1c
anonymous
October 26 2009, 00:36:43 UTC
“Sort of,” America said stifling a yawn. He glanced over his shoulder towards the table where Russia was sitting was. The other Nation had his head bent over his paper work and didn’t seem to even sense he was being watched, probably because he was always being watched with suspicion at these meetings.
“America…are you okay?” England asked softly, he reached a hand out and brushed it against America’s forehead. “You’re burning up!”
“Nah,” America said with a shrug. “It’s just wildfire season and there’s a big one this year. I’m fine…it’s not anything I haven’t dealt with before.
England frowned it was clear he didn’t believe a word America was saying. “I don’t think anyone would mind if you snuck out of here early…”
“What…no…they would eat me alive,” America said with a shake of his head. “I’m fine.”
“You stayed in here and did paper work and slept instead of going off to eat,” England pointed out. “You’re not fine…have you been sleeping at all lately?”
“I just have a lot of…stuff…on my plate,” America said with another shrug. “I’m trying not to be lazy…isn’t that what you guys all want?”
“Not being lazy is not the same as working yourself to death, America,” England said sternly. “Go…get some sleep.”
“But…” America argued.
“Go…” England said in a tone that brooked no arguments. “If anyone complains, I’ll deal with them.”
“You’ll tell them this was your idea?” America asked cautiously even as he was already gathering his papers together.
“Yes,” England snapped in exasperation. “Go already before I change my mind!”
America didn’t need to be told twice. He dumped all his stuff into his briefcase and hurried past a confused looking Canada returning to their table. He could hear murmurs spread through the crowd but they hushed when England strode up to the podium and began talking. America didn’t stick around to hear what his explanation for his departure would be he was confident his old friend would come up with something plausible.
Now that the idea was in his head he couldn’t wait to get back to his room. He doubted he would get any sleep but a long hot soak in a cold tub, a big order of room service, and perhaps some bad daytime TV before turning his attention back to his work sounded like it might be a good substitute for the time being.
He paused in the door to the meeting room and turned his head back towards the tables and desks. He wasn’t surprised to find eyes on him that was as natural occurrence for him at these things as it was for Russia. He was however surprised to find that Russia was one of them, wearing an expression that was unreadable across the distance. They held each other’s gaze for a long moment before America nodded in his direction, received and answering one back, and then turned to make his escape. The odd occurrence of the afternoon was out of his head before he even really had time to think about it.
It wouldn’t stay that way. * * * TBC * * * Notes: --Israel has been a member of the United Nations since 5/11/49 --The State of Palestine (commonly known as just Palestine) currently holds Permanent Observer Status at the UN first granted in 1974 (redesignated it in 1988) and in 1998 they were granted further rights and privileges.
Re: Some Comfort Here -- Part 1c
anonymous
October 26 2009, 02:43:57 UTC
Baaaaaaaw, poor overworked America! He needs to kidnap Russia, ductape him to a chair in his hotel room, and just sleep for a day or two. writer!anon, you're awesome, can't wait to read more from you!
Re: Some Comfort Here -- Part 1c
anonymous
October 26 2009, 03:06:06 UTC
I'm loving this! Reading about how tired America is made me want to go lie down myself....poor America. I loved your Russia and how he shut up the others and let America rest for a bit. I'm developing a Protective!Russia kink, I believe.
Re: Some Comfort Here -- Part 1c
anonymous
October 26 2009, 16:50:56 UTC
Protective and not-creepy Russia! That was so cute... does that mean we are going to get Russia/America cuddle time later on?! Russia does look like a comfy pillow :D
“I…I’m listening…” he mumbled placing his hands down on the stack of files on the table in front of him and tried very hard to concentrate on Germany and not the fight that seemed to be getting very close to a full out brawl a few feet away from them.
“Good…” Germany said with a nod.
Then without even looking Germany’s hand snatched out and grabbed Palestine by the scruff of his neck and moved him a few feet away from where he had been on the other side of Germany. Germany finally turned his head and the two glared heatedly at each other for a long moment then Germany went back to his lecture and Palestine waited a few moments before turning and started yelling at America, like he’d had anything to do with it. Israel soon joined in with a litany of his own, all three speaking louder and louder in an attempt to be heard over each other and soon it was impossible to discern one from the other. America groaned and let his head drop down to rest on his arms knowing that all three would keep going on and on whether he was looking at them or not. His headache continued to ramp up until he could hear the pounding rush of blood in his ears. Still even that did blot out the arguing going on around him. America tried to drown them out further with his arms but had no luck.
Then there was silence.
For a moment America let it wash over him before he quickly realized it was a strained and unnatural silence. He felt a pressure on his chair has a hand he hadn’t felt rest itself on the back of it was moved away and its owner took a step closer to the table. America didn’t lift his head even as he heard the three nations scurry off in different directions and the owner of the hand slid into the empty chair next to him. America didn’t need to look to know who it was. There was only one Nation who could make people flee that quickly and that efficiently with only his presence.
Russia.
He might not be the Soviet Union anymore, the evil villain to America’s hero, but he still had a presence about him. Dangerous to anyone who wasn’t on his ever changing good side. His occasional, and America often thought completely planned, trips into instability helping keep that image alive.
America thought he should look over at the other nation but couldn’t bring himself to conjure up the energy as he lay there with his head on the table. Russia didn’t say anything or make any noise to try and get his attention so he figured that the other nation wasn’t expecting him to acknowledge him. He continued to lie there, shifting his arms slightly so that they would further block out the light. He let the blessed silence filter around him along with the familiar scent of Russia’s cologne. It was spicy and warm and reminded America, as it always did, of a roaring fire on a cold winter night.
He felt sleep tug at him. A feeling he was no longer completely familiar with he reveled in it. He knew he should fight it, the meeting would be starting again soon, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He let himself drift off, later he wouldn’t be able to say how long he stayed in that half asleep state. It wasn’t until he heard the dull scrap of the chair next to him moving back and that soft, comforting scent drifting away that he let himself be drawn back to the present.
When he lifted his head to blink blearily around him, Russia was gone and the room was quickly filling with other Nations returning from the break. He yawned, stretching slightly and rolling his neck. He hadn’t been asleep for very long or very deeply but he felt a bit more refreshed then he had in a while.
“What was that all about?”
America glanced up as the familiar, clipped, British accent appeared in front of him. England was looking down at him, his brown wrinkled in confusion and his green eyes maybe holding a bit of concern.
“Uh…what?” America asked blearily.
“Russia,” England asked his brows creasing further. “I came in and he was just sitting there next to you glowering at everyone…were you asleep?”
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“America…are you okay?” England asked softly, he reached a hand out and brushed it against America’s forehead. “You’re burning up!”
“Nah,” America said with a shrug. “It’s just wildfire season and there’s a big one this year. I’m fine…it’s not anything I haven’t dealt with before.
England frowned it was clear he didn’t believe a word America was saying. “I don’t think anyone would mind if you snuck out of here early…”
“What…no…they would eat me alive,” America said with a shake of his head. “I’m fine.”
“You stayed in here and did paper work and slept instead of going off to eat,” England pointed out. “You’re not fine…have you been sleeping at all lately?”
“I just have a lot of…stuff…on my plate,” America said with another shrug. “I’m trying not to be lazy…isn’t that what you guys all want?”
“Not being lazy is not the same as working yourself to death, America,” England said sternly. “Go…get some sleep.”
“But…” America argued.
“Go…” England said in a tone that brooked no arguments. “If anyone complains, I’ll deal with them.”
“You’ll tell them this was your idea?” America asked cautiously even as he was already gathering his papers together.
“Yes,” England snapped in exasperation. “Go already before I change my mind!”
America didn’t need to be told twice. He dumped all his stuff into his briefcase and hurried past a confused looking Canada returning to their table. He could hear murmurs spread through the crowd but they hushed when England strode up to the podium and began talking. America didn’t stick around to hear what his explanation for his departure would be he was confident his old friend would come up with something plausible.
Now that the idea was in his head he couldn’t wait to get back to his room. He doubted he would get any sleep but a long hot soak in a cold tub, a big order of room service, and perhaps some bad daytime TV before turning his attention back to his work sounded like it might be a good substitute for the time being.
He paused in the door to the meeting room and turned his head back towards the tables and desks. He wasn’t surprised to find eyes on him that was as natural occurrence for him at these things as it was for Russia. He was however surprised to find that Russia was one of them, wearing an expression that was unreadable across the distance. They held each other’s gaze for a long moment before America nodded in his direction, received and answering one back, and then turned to make his escape. The odd occurrence of the afternoon was out of his head before he even really had time to think about it.
It wouldn’t stay that way.
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TBC
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Notes:
--Israel has been a member of the United Nations since 5/11/49
--The State of Palestine (commonly known as just Palestine) currently holds Permanent Observer Status at the UN first granted in 1974 (redesignated it in 1988) and in 1998 they were granted further rights and privileges.
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I'll be checking back!
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XD
So effin cute.
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Please keep going, anon! This anon is also developing a protective Russia kink. >__>
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Can't wait for the next chapter!
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