Re: Saviour [2/3]
anonymous
April 14 2010, 16:42:10 UTC
Because I fail at life: It took way longer than expected and I only churned out this tiny little thing. The rest should come out tomorrow. Hopefully. XD
America had been about to return from his nightly walk around the city when he heard the screaming.
Is that...?
Cursing, he doubled back and dashed down one deserted side-street to another, trying to find the source, but then stopping dead in his tracks when the screams ended. He looked around sharply, fearing the worst, but then the noises started again and he pounded down the street to his right, turning again and again to follow the sound, when finally he reached his destination.
What he saw made his blood boil in rage. It was England, thrashing and bucking against the men that held him off the ground; England, whose struggles were getting weaker and weaker as the men overpowered him.
With a furious yell he threw himself into the fray, fists flying and hitting the men with deadly accuracy. They fell unconscious immediately, landing on the ground with painful thuds, surprise still etched onto their faces.
One man was still standing, staring in shock, before charging up to America and slashing down with a knife. America gripped his wrist, stopping the swoop of the blade and forcing him to let go, before throwing the man into the wall. There was a sickening crack, and he slumped, bleeding, to the ground, leaving a dent in the old brick behind him.
America was not even panting, his feet still spread in a fighting stance and eyes looking frantically around for other challengers when he heard a barely-stifled whimper.
He got to his knees beside England, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and hauling him up to a sitting position. "Yo, Iggy, are you okay?" he asked worriedly, noticing the numerous cuts and bruises on England's body.
"Fine," England replied hoarsely. "Just a bit... dizzy..." He attempted to get up, but fell back on his knees. "Give me a moment-"
"You need to get home ASAP, Iggy. You hit your head pretty hard earlier." America scooped England up in his arms, holding him fast despite the struggling.
"I can walk by myself, you idiot!"
"No you can't," America chided, smiling a little when England's fingers curled into his bomber jacket and held on tightly.
"My briefcase... It has important things there," England whispered tiredly. His head was still spinning from the chemical and the fall, and his body was sore from the beating it had taken earlier. He wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep it all away.
"You can call your boss for that." America smiled down at him, and England relaxed. He let his head loll against the other's chest and sighed, drifting off to sleep.
America frowned as he realised he had forgotten to bring money for a cab. I guess it's more walking for me, then. He adjusted his grip on England so that the other man's head rested against his arm, and made for home.
Heaven help any muggers who tried to get in his way.
Re: Saviour [3/3]
anonymous
April 15 2010, 18:09:09 UTC
LOL. NO ONE SAW ME DEANON. (OTL I suck so much at writing. T_T)
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It didn't take long for America to get home, unlocking the door with some difficulty and then kicking it open. He hurried to the bedroom to lay England on top of the sheets, grabbing his first aid kit on the way.
England was beginning to stir, groggy and disoriented, but he shot up and winced when America put disinfectant on his arm. "Bloody hell!" he hissed. "You could have warned me."
"Sorry about that," America said sheepishly. He grabbed a small penlight from his bedside table and shone it into England's eyes. "Anyway I don't think you've got a concussion, but..." He took in England's battered condition- bruises all over, a few shallow but bleeding thin scrapes, and somehow most worryingly of all, a tattered, sliced-up shirt that barely covered his chest.
"England..."
"Traffickers," England said, answering America's unasked question. America didn't know whether to feel relieved or not. "They were going to sell me, possibly into forced labour or- or prostitution. I can't be sure."
England was speaking nonchalantly, but America could hear the slight tremble in his voice that indicated everything was not okay.
"Damn, Iggy... I'm so sorry, I mean, I have laws against those things but- damn. I'm so sorry."
England grabbed his hand tightly, a strained smile on his face. "It's fine. We nations all have these problems; there's no such thing as a zero crime rate." He took a breath. "I don't blame you."
"But oh God, if I hadn't gotten there in time, I would have-" America choked. "I would have lost you." He hugged England tightly, letting go quickly when he heard a sharp wince.
"You forget your own infernal strength sometimes, idiot."
America's head drooped in shame. "I'm sorry. I just- I just can't control it sometimes and-"
A soft kiss pressed against his lips silenced him, and England flashed him a smile- a real one. "Stop apologising. It saved me, so I don't mind."
America smiled into the kiss and deepened it, tightening his hold on England, whose arms wrapped around his shoulders. Caught up in the moment, he lowered them down gently onto the bed, but was stopped when England pulled away suddenly.
"A-America!" he gasped, hanging his head and resting it on the other's shoulder. "I can't- I can't-"
"England," America said sharply, gently gripping England's arm. "Those men, they- they didn't do anything to you, did they?"
England breathed a fragmented sigh. "No, thank God. But they kept coming closer and kept touching me and- and- fuck. I apologise, I'm overreacting-"
"Ssh, baby, it's okay," America soothed. "I understand."
"Thank you." England heaved another sigh of relief, and pulled away to look the other in the eye. "So, what do you propose we do now?"
"Cuddle?" America asked hopefully, eyes bright.
England gave a short laugh, and entwined his fingers with America's. "If you say so." America let out a soft, happy noise and put his arm around England, drawing him closer.
They stayed like that for the rest of the night, arms and legs tangled in each other, the warmth and security lulling them to sleep. In the morning there would be chaos as they tried to fix all of the problems caused by the incident, but for now, they were all right.
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Sorry for the lack of, er, sexytiemz. XD I just couldn't picture it happening- I know Iggy wasn't raped, but he had been harassed. The feeling is similar, but probably on a much smaller scale.
Manry!America Kink!Anon
anonymous
April 19 2010, 23:25:33 UTC
That made me so happy, you don't even know. It was absolutely perfect, everything. And i'm glad it ended in cuddles, I can't realistically see the hero going on to have sexytiems with Iggy after he was harassed.
America had been about to return from his nightly walk around the city when he heard the screaming.
Is that...?
Cursing, he doubled back and dashed down one deserted side-street to another, trying to find the source, but then stopping dead in his tracks when the screams ended. He looked around sharply, fearing the worst, but then the noises started again and he pounded down the street to his right, turning again and again to follow the sound, when finally he reached his destination.
What he saw made his blood boil in rage. It was England, thrashing and bucking against the men that held him off the ground; England, whose struggles were getting weaker and weaker as the men overpowered him.
With a furious yell he threw himself into the fray, fists flying and hitting the men with deadly accuracy. They fell unconscious immediately, landing on the ground with painful thuds, surprise still etched onto their faces.
One man was still standing, staring in shock, before charging up to America and slashing down with a knife. America gripped his wrist, stopping the swoop of the blade and forcing him to let go, before throwing the man into the wall. There was a sickening crack, and he slumped, bleeding, to the ground, leaving a dent in the old brick behind him.
America was not even panting, his feet still spread in a fighting stance and eyes looking frantically around for other challengers when he heard a barely-stifled whimper.
He got to his knees beside England, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and hauling him up to a sitting position. "Yo, Iggy, are you okay?" he asked worriedly, noticing the numerous cuts and bruises on England's body.
"Fine," England replied hoarsely. "Just a bit... dizzy..." He attempted to get up, but fell back on his knees. "Give me a moment-"
"You need to get home ASAP, Iggy. You hit your head pretty hard earlier." America scooped England up in his arms, holding him fast despite the struggling.
"I can walk by myself, you idiot!"
"No you can't," America chided, smiling a little when England's fingers curled into his bomber jacket and held on tightly.
"My briefcase... It has important things there," England whispered tiredly. His head was still spinning from the chemical and the fall, and his body was sore from the beating it had taken earlier. He wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep it all away.
"You can call your boss for that." America smiled down at him, and England relaxed. He let his head loll against the other's chest and sighed, drifting off to sleep.
America frowned as he realised he had forgotten to bring money for a cab. I guess it's more walking for me, then. He adjusted his grip on England so that the other man's head rested against his arm, and made for home.
Heaven help any muggers who tried to get in his way.
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*yeah, anon is weird like hat and likes to see those thugs being beat to a pulp and thinks it's romanticXD*
Can't wait for more! what will happen when they reach home? I hope you're tackling the bonuses too!!
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Uwaaaaahhhh @A@ I LOVE THIS!(snuggles England) poor guy, hopefully America can make him feel all better~
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It didn't take long for America to get home, unlocking the door with some difficulty and then kicking it open. He hurried to the bedroom to lay England on top of the sheets, grabbing his first aid kit on the way.
England was beginning to stir, groggy and disoriented, but he shot up and winced when America put disinfectant on his arm. "Bloody hell!" he hissed. "You could have warned me."
"Sorry about that," America said sheepishly. He grabbed a small penlight from his bedside table and shone it into England's eyes. "Anyway I don't think you've got a concussion, but..." He took in England's battered condition- bruises all over, a few shallow but bleeding thin scrapes, and somehow most worryingly of all, a tattered, sliced-up shirt that barely covered his chest.
"England..."
"Traffickers," England said, answering America's unasked question. America didn't know whether to feel relieved or not. "They were going to sell me, possibly into forced labour or- or prostitution. I can't be sure."
England was speaking nonchalantly, but America could hear the slight tremble in his voice that indicated everything was not okay.
"Damn, Iggy... I'm so sorry, I mean, I have laws against those things but- damn. I'm so sorry."
England grabbed his hand tightly, a strained smile on his face. "It's fine. We nations all have these problems; there's no such thing as a zero crime rate." He took a breath. "I don't blame you."
"But oh God, if I hadn't gotten there in time, I would have-" America choked. "I would have lost you." He hugged England tightly, letting go quickly when he heard a sharp wince.
"You forget your own infernal strength sometimes, idiot."
America's head drooped in shame. "I'm sorry. I just- I just can't control it sometimes and-"
A soft kiss pressed against his lips silenced him, and England flashed him a smile- a real one. "Stop apologising. It saved me, so I don't mind."
America smiled into the kiss and deepened it, tightening his hold on England, whose arms wrapped around his shoulders. Caught up in the moment, he lowered them down gently onto the bed, but was stopped when England pulled away suddenly.
"A-America!" he gasped, hanging his head and resting it on the other's shoulder. "I can't- I can't-"
"England," America said sharply, gently gripping England's arm. "Those men, they- they didn't do anything to you, did they?"
England breathed a fragmented sigh. "No, thank God. But they kept coming closer and kept touching me and- and- fuck. I apologise, I'm overreacting-"
"Ssh, baby, it's okay," America soothed. "I understand."
"Thank you." England heaved another sigh of relief, and pulled away to look the other in the eye. "So, what do you propose we do now?"
"Cuddle?" America asked hopefully, eyes bright.
England gave a short laugh, and entwined his fingers with America's. "If you say so." America let out a soft, happy noise and put his arm around England, drawing him closer.
They stayed like that for the rest of the night, arms and legs tangled in each other, the warmth and security lulling them to sleep. In the morning there would be chaos as they tried to fix all of the problems caused by the incident, but for now, they were all right.
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Sorry for the lack of, er, sexytiemz. XD I just couldn't picture it happening- I know Iggy wasn't raped, but he had been harassed. The feeling is similar, but probably on a much smaller scale.
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Makes me happy!
*fluffflufffluff*
Like that? Its a little song I made up in honor of your awesome.
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<3 Take my love brownies.
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