All the Shades of Trust [3/?]
anonymous
October 28 2009, 03:01:02 UTC
Oh my God you people are amazing. Awesome as Prussia? Similar in quality to “Are You There God, It’s Me Canada?”? Capslock? I’m terrified I’m going to end up disappointing all of you now. ._.
I apologize if this part feels rushed. I wanted to get this in before Part 7 maxed out. I guess next update will be in the Past Parts Fills section.
Until then, enjoy the fill. Unless I've disappointed you.
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Invasion
It was a thing Russia had learned about as a very young boy. Invaders came and eventually went. When they came they did as they pleased to his land, his people, and to him.
Some things he remembered very well. Leather and metal collars, beatings and abuse, the different screams of his people. There were things he didn’t remember as well, and he has no desire to.
He understood the meaning of the word and all its implications very well. He did all he could to keep them away, keep them out of his land, away from him and his people. When he failed that, he exercised no restraint and gave no mercy to those who tried to take him.
Because he understood.
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Russia hung his coat up on the hook beside the door, while behind him America walked right past the coat-hooks and flopped right onto the bed, face-down. Russia smiled a little.
After removing his coat and boots, Ivan sat down beside Alfred and waited patiently for him to stop being so lazy and sit up. Alfred got up snuggled against him, a secure warmth against his body. Ivan leaned down and kissed him gently. Alfred made an approving little sound before nuzzling Ivan’s ear then kissing him back.
They didn’t have an explanation for this, but that was okay. The Soviet Union had fallen, then they needed each other again. They hadn’t needed each other for a long time. Then they had started to spend more time together. Then they wanted to spend more time together. Then they had this. Whatever this was.
Their kiss was sloppy, and neither of them cared. Alfred ran a hand through Ivan’s hair, and something in Ivan’s chest tightened. Unconsciously, Ivan’s hand slid down Alfred’s side, before sneaking under his shirt to run his fingers along the warm skin beneath. He heard Alfred gasp, and he interpreted this as encouragement. He didn’t try to think past the ringing in his head as he leaned further into their kiss, and his hand strayed downward, and ran his fingers across Alfred’s stomach.
Alfred broke away with a little noise Ivan couldn’t identify. He looked up at Alfred and saw real distress in his eyes -
Ivan backed away immediately, wondering what he had done wrong. Alfred blinked, his eyes strangely blank. Then he seemed to wake from a daydream, and looked away.
“Sorry,” Alfred muttered, embarrassed. “I just... uh, not right now.”
Ivan nodded, but stayed silent.
Alfred muttered something about getting a shower. America stood up and headed straight for the bathroom, without giving Russia a second glance. He knew America’s routine by now. He would shower, brush his teeth (maybe sing and use a hairbrush as a microphone, but Russia pretended to not know about this), change into pajamas and cuddle into bed with him.
He followed his routine as usual (but without any special performances of “Don’t Stop Believing”, Russia noted). When America came out of the bathroom Russia had already changed and was laying under the bed sheets, pretending to be asleep. America settled down beside him, but left a gap between them. Russia wanted to cross it, wrap his arms around the other nation, but kept his distance. If America needed space, he would leave him alone.
I apologize if this part feels rushed. I wanted to get this in before Part 7 maxed out. I guess next update will be in the Past Parts Fills section.
Until then, enjoy the fill. Unless I've disappointed you.
---
Invasion
It was a thing Russia had learned about as a very young boy. Invaders came and eventually went. When they came they did as they pleased to his land, his people, and to him.
Some things he remembered very well. Leather and metal collars, beatings and abuse, the different screams of his people. There were things he didn’t remember as well, and he has no desire to.
He understood the meaning of the word and all its implications very well. He did all he could to keep them away, keep them out of his land, away from him and his people. When he failed that, he exercised no restraint and gave no mercy to those who tried to take him.
Because he understood.
---
Russia hung his coat up on the hook beside the door, while behind him America walked right past the coat-hooks and flopped right onto the bed, face-down. Russia smiled a little.
After removing his coat and boots, Ivan sat down beside Alfred and waited patiently for him to stop being so lazy and sit up. Alfred got up snuggled against him, a secure warmth against his body. Ivan leaned down and kissed him gently. Alfred made an approving little sound before nuzzling Ivan’s ear then kissing him back.
They didn’t have an explanation for this, but that was okay. The Soviet Union had fallen, then they needed each other again. They hadn’t needed each other for a long time. Then they had started to spend more time together. Then they wanted to spend more time together. Then they had this. Whatever this was.
Their kiss was sloppy, and neither of them cared. Alfred ran a hand through Ivan’s hair, and something in Ivan’s chest tightened. Unconsciously, Ivan’s hand slid down Alfred’s side, before sneaking under his shirt to run his fingers along the warm skin beneath. He heard Alfred gasp, and he interpreted this as encouragement. He didn’t try to think past the ringing in his head as he leaned further into their kiss, and his hand strayed downward, and ran his fingers across Alfred’s stomach.
Alfred broke away with a little noise Ivan couldn’t identify. He looked up at Alfred and saw real distress in his eyes -
Ivan backed away immediately, wondering what he had done wrong. Alfred blinked, his eyes strangely blank. Then he seemed to wake from a daydream, and looked away.
“Sorry,” Alfred muttered, embarrassed. “I just... uh, not right now.”
Ivan nodded, but stayed silent.
Alfred muttered something about getting a shower. America stood up and headed straight for the bathroom, without giving Russia a second glance. He knew America’s routine by now. He would shower, brush his teeth (maybe sing and use a hairbrush as a microphone, but Russia pretended to not know about this), change into pajamas and cuddle into bed with him.
He followed his routine as usual (but without any special performances of “Don’t Stop Believing”, Russia noted). When America came out of the bathroom Russia had already changed and was laying under the bed sheets, pretending to be asleep. America settled down beside him, but left a gap between them. Russia wanted to cross it, wrap his arms around the other nation, but kept his distance. If America needed space, he would leave him alone.
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