Dinner for Two [2/2]
anonymous
November 16 2009, 04:22:59 UTC
America waddled off at a somewhat urgent pace and left Russia to scan the menu. He found a soup for himself and for America...the largest steak dinner the restaurant had. Yes, that would do. America was still gone by the time the waiter came back. He ordered their dinner and asked for a refill of the free bread sticks (America had demolished the first basket and would no doubt have no trouble putting away a second) and five minutes later, America reappeared.
“I take it you found the restroom?” Russia asked as he sat back down.
“Yep, but those bastards totally hid it. It's like, tucked in a corner where you can hardly see it. What the hell!”
“Ah, but at least you found it. I was going to point you in the direction of a potted plant if you were having difficulty.”
“Ha fucking ha. You're adorable.”
“I do try, dorogoy. And I ordered you a steak. And more bread sticks.”
“Beautiful, Vanya,” America said approvingly, giving him a thumbs up. “Knew I could count on you! This kid eats a ton, it's crazy.”
“He takes after his mother,” Russia said fondly, earning an eye roll from America.
“Whatever, daddy. Whatever. Oh hey, that reminds me, have you thought any more about names?”
“A bit.”
“Yeah, me too. Like, what do you think about Teddy for a boy? I like Teddy.”
“Like a teddy bear? Very cute, da.”
“And like my old president too, so it can be cute or manly! And for a girl-”
“Anastasia.” America glance up at Russia. The older country suddenly looked very serious...and a little sad. America reached across the table to touch his hand.
“Yeah, that's a good name. And we could call her...I dunno, Anna or something for short. Good name.”
Russia opened his mouth to respond when America suddenly sat up straight in his chair, eyes wide. “Whoa,” he muttered, touching his stomach in surprise.
“What's wrong, America? Nausea? You don't need to pee again, do you?”
“No, nothing like that. Just...” A goofy smile spread across his face. “The kid just kicked. Huh, and again! That kid's doing gymnastics in there!”
“I want to feel!” Russia was out of his chair and around the table before America could protest, giving the younger country a pleading look that would have looked more at home on the face of a puppy.
“Oh fine, knock yourself out,” America grumbled. Russia wasted no time dropping down to his knees and placing his hands gently over America's stomach.
“Ah, she kicked again! I felt it! Our little girl is so strong already!”
“You think it's a girl?” America smiled down at his partner's delight. He was looking about as excited as a kid at Christmas. Well, he did always tell America that he wanted to have kids...
America jumped a little when Russia suddenly leaned over to press his ear against his stomach.
“Oh...” he said softly. “I-I can hear a heartbeat.”
“Really? How's it sound?”
“It...it's very small. But I can hear it. A little....th-thumping sound...” Something cracked in Russia's voice and he turned his head to hide his face against America.
“Hey!” America protested gently, trying to push Russia away when he heard a little sniffle from the larger man. “What's wrong?”
“N-nothing. I-I am...” Another sniffle. “...very happy.”
“Then knock it off!” America finally succeeded in pushing Russia back, and caught sight of teary eyes before Russia could hide them in his sleeve. “Come on, dummy. You aren't allowed to cry. I'm the pregnant one here. If anyone's going to be stupidly emotional here, it's me.”
Russia gave a little breathy laugh as he finished drying his eyes and smiled up at America. “Ya lyublyu tebya.”
“I love you too, you dumb crybaby. What do you say we get the waiter to box up our dinner, huh? We can eat it at home, and I'll let you feel my tummy and listen to our baby all you want.”
(recaptcha: at doctors. Yeah, they'll be at the doctors quite a lot, I imagine! Wonder what the doctors have to say about a guy getting knocked up?)
Re: Dinner for Two [2/2]
anonymous
November 16 2009, 17:40:15 UTC
Awww this is soo cute! It's nice seeing some fluffy moments between America and Russia, don't get me wrong I love seeing some kinky crazy love between these two but it's nice seeing some fluff like this for a change.
Re: Dinner for Two [2/2]
anonymous
November 16 2009, 18:31:34 UTC
Awww...fluffy Russia/America (fluffy Russia in general) always has my heart...and this was just. I love how they were clearly in love yet still retained their snarkiness towards each other. Because you just know that's a big part of their foreplay...
Dear anon, that was absolutely adorable. I shall love you forever for filling my request. And would you please marry me for Russia wanting to name their child Anastasia?
Pfft, it seems like reCAPTCHA would prefer the name "Eleanore".
“I take it you found the restroom?” Russia asked as he sat back down.
“Yep, but those bastards totally hid it. It's like, tucked in a corner where you can hardly see it. What the hell!”
“Ah, but at least you found it. I was going to point you in the direction of a potted plant if you were having difficulty.”
“Ha fucking ha. You're adorable.”
“I do try, dorogoy. And I ordered you a steak. And more bread sticks.”
“Beautiful, Vanya,” America said approvingly, giving him a thumbs up. “Knew I could count on you! This kid eats a ton, it's crazy.”
“He takes after his mother,” Russia said fondly, earning an eye roll from America.
“Whatever, daddy. Whatever. Oh hey, that reminds me, have you thought any more about names?”
“A bit.”
“Yeah, me too. Like, what do you think about Teddy for a boy? I like Teddy.”
“Like a teddy bear? Very cute, da.”
“And like my old president too, so it can be cute or manly! And for a girl-”
“Anastasia.” America glance up at Russia. The older country suddenly looked very serious...and a little sad. America reached across the table to touch his hand.
“Yeah, that's a good name. And we could call her...I dunno, Anna or something for short. Good name.”
Russia opened his mouth to respond when America suddenly sat up straight in his chair, eyes wide. “Whoa,” he muttered, touching his stomach in surprise.
“What's wrong, America? Nausea? You don't need to pee again, do you?”
“No, nothing like that. Just...” A goofy smile spread across his face. “The kid just kicked. Huh, and again! That kid's doing gymnastics in there!”
“I want to feel!” Russia was out of his chair and around the table before America could protest, giving the younger country a pleading look that would have looked more at home on the face of a puppy.
“Oh fine, knock yourself out,” America grumbled. Russia wasted no time dropping down to his knees and placing his hands gently over America's stomach.
“Ah, she kicked again! I felt it! Our little girl is so strong already!”
“You think it's a girl?” America smiled down at his partner's delight. He was looking about as excited as a kid at Christmas. Well, he did always tell America that he wanted to have kids...
America jumped a little when Russia suddenly leaned over to press his ear against his stomach.
“Oh...” he said softly. “I-I can hear a heartbeat.”
“Really? How's it sound?”
“It...it's very small. But I can hear it. A little....th-thumping sound...” Something cracked in Russia's voice and he turned his head to hide his face against America.
“Hey!” America protested gently, trying to push Russia away when he heard a little sniffle from the larger man. “What's wrong?”
“N-nothing. I-I am...” Another sniffle. “...very happy.”
“Then knock it off!” America finally succeeded in pushing Russia back, and caught sight of teary eyes before Russia could hide them in his sleeve. “Come on, dummy. You aren't allowed to cry. I'm the pregnant one here. If anyone's going to be stupidly emotional here, it's me.”
Russia gave a little breathy laugh as he finished drying his eyes and smiled up at America. “Ya lyublyu tebya.”
“I love you too, you dumb crybaby. What do you say we get the waiter to box up our dinner, huh? We can eat it at home, and I'll let you feel my tummy and listen to our baby all you want.”
(recaptcha: at doctors. Yeah, they'll be at the doctors quite a lot, I imagine! Wonder what the doctors have to say about a guy getting knocked up?)
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*sighs happily*
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Pfft, it seems like reCAPTCHA would prefer the name "Eleanore".
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*federal commission of anon approves*
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