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Some Comfort Here -- Part 2b anonymous October 28 2009, 01:46:31 UTC
Besides he had an image to uphold of the nation that all the mudslinging and name calling and insults and death wishes roll right off his shoulder. He thought it was a little stupid to try and keep that image up. Ignoring those very things the last eight years had gotten him into a lot of the trouble he was dealing with now. But his boss wanted to actually try to change that image from the outside instead of just fighting it with words. He saw the logic in that too. But it was hard at these meetings to play the cool, unaffected guy. A lot of that stuff hurt him just the way they meant it too.

In the end he gave up on his meal. He bagged it up and put it in the fridge, glad he’d chosen to go with a cold sandwich instead of something hot. He could take it for a snack the next day he would need something to distract himself. He finished off the chips as he completed going over his notes and making out a list of the thing his boss had said he could reply to the points made the following day and doubled checked that the files with the outline and notes about how they were going about trying to fix the mistakes that had led to this mess. He hoped that if he looked prepared enough that maybe they would leave him alone.

It was a small hope.

It was after midnight when he finally dragged himself to bed. He lay there in the dark not even really trying to find the sleep he knew wouldn’t be there. He kept thinking about all the possible things that might be said to him tomorrow and all the things that had been lobbed at him in the past. He wished he could just curl up in bed and stay there for the next 24 hours but he knew that was impossible and would only make things worse.

With a groan, he’d rolled back out of bed. He knew sleep wouldn’t come no matter how much he needed it but he was sick and tired of hiding out in his room. He slipped into his flip flops and grabbed a towel and headed back out the door. The hotel had a 24 hour fitness center maybe he could work off some of the restless energy maybe even exhaust himself enough that he’d crash for a few solid hours when he got back to his room. He walked through the nearly empty lobby glad to see that no nations seemed to be around though he could hear loud music and noise coming from the bar, he was sure there would be some people in there if he wanted to talk to someone. He didn’t want to so he hurried back before anyone could notice him.

He headed in the direction he thought the fitness center was located and discovered pretty quickly, when he was met with the door to the laundry room instead, that he was wrong. He started at it in exasperation for a long moment and then sighed and turned around and headed back in the direction he’d come. He must have looked at the map wrong and would have to stop at the front desk to get real directions. As he nears the lobby he noticed an open door that he hadn’t noticed the first time he passed it. Curious he looked inside discovering a small library…the reading room…he thought they called it, it was cozy looking lined with books and magazines and comfortable chairs with a small fire going in the brick fireplace at one end.

He found himself walking forward into the room before he knew what he was doing. His feet continued to propel him towards the fire, picking up that day’s copy of the New York Times as he passed by the stack of newspapers. He settled down on one of the chairs closet to the fire and stared at it, getting lost in the flickering lights and the sound of the wood popping and cracking as it burned.

The rustle of paper behind him was the first sign that he wasn’t alone in the room. He glanced off to the side of the room he hadn’t paid much attention too. There were a couple of tables and seated at the one closest to him, he didn’t know how he’d missed him really, was Russia. The other nation had his papers and note books spread out in front of him, apparently going over the notes he’d collected from the meeting so far.

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Some Comfort Here -- Part 2c anonymous October 28 2009, 01:48:01 UTC
Their eyes met and held. Nothing was said and the look on Russia’s face was so intense and unreadable that America found he had to distract himself by sending a little finger wave in Russia’s direction as a greeting. Russia gave him a small nod in return and then turned his attention back to his notes. America felt a small jolt when he realized that the folder Russia was currently look through was the one from his presentation on the environmental issues from that day.

He quickly pulled out the paper not wanting to see the expression on Russia’s face when he read through it more closely. It seemed silly to be so worried about what Russia might think about it. Russia would probably disagree with every point. Because disagreeing with America was one of Russia’s favorite pastimes…had been for a very long time.

America tried to concentrate on the words on the page in front of him. But the flickering warmth of the fire, the soft rustling of Russia’s papers and that oh so comforting scent of Russia’s cologne soon sent him drifting away into dreamland.

He wasn’t even aware that he’d been sleeping until there was a hand on his shoulder shaking him back awake. He blinked blearily upwards into the eyes of one the hotel's staff who was regarding him with soft concern.

“Are you alright, Mr. Jones?” she asked seriously.

“Ah…what?” he asked moving his tongue to try and get his mouth to work better.

“We’ve been trying to reach your room for an hour and a half now,” she said in the same tone. “Mr. Kirkland in room 403 has been trying to get through to your room for a while.”

“Oh…alright…sorry…” he said in a blurry voice.

“No…it’s no problem, Sir,” she said with a slight smile. “I’m just glad I was able to track you down. Would you like me to put the call through to the phone in here?”

“Ah…” America’s eyes cut sideways to where Russia was still sitting going over his papers trying to look like he wasn’t listening in to every word of their conversation. “No…just tell him to try me again in twenty minutes and I’ll head up to my room.”

“Of course, Sir,” she said in a cheerful voice and exited the room.

America sat there for several long moments trying to blink away the remaining bit of sleep. He felt sad to feel it leave he thought that if she hadn’t woken him he might have been able to sleep for a few more hours. He yawned and then in horror brought his hand up to his face to feel if he’d been drooling in his sleep. He was relieved to find he was dry, that would have been incredibly embarrassing even if she had no clue who he really was. There was a soft chuckle from Russia’s section of the room. He glanced over in the other nation’s direction his eyes narrowing as Russia met his gaze head on and raised an eyebrow in what could only be termed a knowing manner.

With a huff America dragged himself to his feet. He crossed the room quickly his brain already churning on what possible reason England would have for calling him so late. Probably it was just to check up on him, but with England who knew, maybe he was drunk again and in need of someone to rant at. America sighed as he paused in the doorway to glance back towards the fire with some longing.

Maybe he could deal with England and come back. But Russia was starting to gather his stuff apparently deciding it was time for him to leave as well. He sighed and shook his head before hurrying off towards the elevators.

Somehow he didn’t think it would be the same if he returned.

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TBC
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Argh.... anonymous October 28 2009, 01:49:30 UTC
Arg -- my first misfire... *hangs head* Please delete mods...please!

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Some Comfort Here -- Part 2c anonymous October 28 2009, 01:53:45 UTC
Their eyes met and held. Nothing was said and the look on Russia’s face was so intense and unreadable that America found he had to distract himself by sending a little finger wave in Russia’s direction as a greeting. Russia gave him a small nod in return and then turned his attention back to his notes. America felt a small jolt when he realized that the folder Russia was currently look through was the one from his presentation on the environmental issues from that day.

He quickly pulled out the paper not wanting to see the expression on Russia’s face when he read through it more closely. It seemed silly to be so worried about what Russia might think about it. Russia would probably disagree with every point. Because disagreeing with America was one of Russia’s favorite pastimes…had been for a very long time.

America tried to concentrate on the words on the page in front of him. But the flickering warmth of the fire, the soft rustling of Russia’s papers and that oh so comforting scent of Russia’s cologne soon sent him drifting away into dreamland.

He wasn’t even aware that he’d been sleeping until there was a hand on his shoulder shaking him back awake. He blinked blearily upwards into the eyes of one the hotel's staff who was regarding him with soft concern.

“Are you alright, Mr. Jones?” she asked seriously.

“Ah…what?” he asked moving his tongue to try and get his mouth to work better.

“We’ve been trying to reach your room for an hour and a half now,” she said in the same tone. “Mr. Kirkland in room 403 has been trying to get through to your room for a while.”

“Oh…alright…sorry…” he said in a blurry voice.

“No…it’s no problem, Sir,” she said with a slight smile. “I’m just glad I was able to track you down. Would you like me to put the call through to the phone in here?”

“Ah…” America’s eyes cut sideways to where Russia was still sitting going over his papers trying to look like he wasn’t listening in to every word of their conversation. “No…just tell him to try me again in twenty minutes and I’ll head up to my room.”

“Of course, Sir,” she said in a cheerful voice and exited the room.

America sat there for several long moments trying to blink away the remaining bit of sleep. He felt sad to feel it leave he thought that if she hadn’t woken him he might have been able to sleep for a few more hours. He yawned and then in horror brought his hand up to his face to feel if he’d been drooling in his sleep. He was relieved to find he was dry, that would have been incredibly embarrassing even if she had no clue who he really was. There was a soft chuckle from Russia’s section of the room. He glanced over in the other nation’s direction his eyes narrowing as Russia met his gaze head on and raised an eyebrow in what could only be termed a knowing manner.

With a huff America dragged himself to his feet. He crossed the room quickly his brain already churning on what possible reason England would have for calling him so late. Probably it was just to check up on him, but with England who knew, maybe he was drunk again and in need of someone to rant at. America sighed as he paused in the doorway to glance back towards the fire with some longing.

Maybe he could deal with England and come back. But Russia was starting to gather his stuff apparently deciding it was time for him to leave as well. He sighed and shook his head before hurrying off towards the elevators.

Somehow he didn’t think it would be the same if he returned.

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Hopefully this posts right...LJ is suddenly being flakey...

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Re: Some Comfort Here -- Part 2c anonymous October 28 2009, 02:29:52 UTC
F5-ing anon is still F5-ing!

This is so good! I wonder if he'll realize that it's Russia putting him to sleep soon. ...Does Russia know?

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Re: Some Comfort Here -- Part 2c anonymous October 28 2009, 02:34:55 UTC
Wow, anon. I don't know how you do it, but I feel just as tired as Alfred after reading this. Poor guy :(

I love the silent but comforting presence that is Russia :D

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Re: Some Comfort Here -- Part 2c anonymous October 28 2009, 04:21:57 UTC
Poor America ;_; Let's hope he does not collapse during the meeting ;_;
I like your description of how America found the reading room (and Russia) comforting, and the bit where Russia chuckled at him :D

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Continued here (link) anonymous June 10 2010, 03:34:59 UTC

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