Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15a
anonymous
May 26 2010, 01:06:45 UTC
Author's Note: Well here it is the last flashback chapter (well not counting a planned missing scene I'll be including when I de-anon). There are most likely 2 chapters and maybe an epilogue left in the story as a whole give or take depending on how long things get and perhaps an epilogue of some sort. I have been working on this story since September...I can't believe anyone is still with me out there...thanks to those of you who still are!
America woke slowly. The sound of a crackling fire soothed him, the warmth of the thick blanket tucked around him comforting him, both working together to try and lull him back into much needed sleep. He curled himself around shifting his legs so that they were wrapped up underneath his body he was mere seconds from letting himself drift back off. There was no reason to not give him. Sasha was napping and would be fine for a little while longer.
Sasha...
He jerked upright, the blanket around him sliding to the ground as he stumbled to his feet. His hand scrambled around the table next to the couch looking for his glasses. He let out a sigh of relief when he found them and shoved them back on his face. He glanced at the clock. He'd been asleep for an hour. One hour. One long hour that he'd left his son alone upstairs unwatched while a man who had threatened to take off with him had had free access to the house. He glanced over at the baby monitor and saw that the light was not on. The bastard had turned it off.
Panic flooded through him as he took off across the living room. Fear and rage boiled up inside him he moved his brain already skipping through any of the courses of action he might have available to him. Russia wouldn't have gotten far he couldn't take Sasha out of Alaska with him their own way because Sasha had never been to Russia's house. So that gave him more then enough time to catch up with him and to stop him before he could cross into Canada with Sasha.
He couldn't believe he'd allowed himself to be tricked so easily. It would never happen again.
He stopped short as his feet hit the landing of the stairs. The second floor was dark but there was light coming from the kitchen. Then there was a deep murmur of words followed by a familiar giggle. Confusion and relief flooded through his system as he rushed over towards the kitchen door. He let out an almost pained breath of air as he caught sight of Sasha sitting at the table sitting on his chair with a pile of books happily mashing away at something in a small bowl in front of him with a spoon.
Russia was there as well near the sink, his back towards America. He was filling a large pot with water. The cutting board to the side of him was piled high with vegetables. America smiled slightly even though his heart was still pounding in his ears. It was such a domestic scene one he took a brief moment to enjoy before Sasha glanced over in his direction and grinned widely at him.
"Da!" he said cheerfully. "I'm helping Papa!"
"I can see that," America said, he was unable to keep the tenseness completely out of his voice.
Russia glanced over his shoulder for a split second raising his eyebrow before turning back to what he was doing. America crossed over to where Sasha was and examined the small pile of cooked and chopped carrots next to the bowl. He smiled as he watched Sasha take one and carefully placed it into the bowl and began smashing at it. He ruffled Sasha's fine hair and moved over to join Russia.
"You thought I took off with him didn't you," Russia murmured softly.
Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15b
anonymous
May 26 2010, 01:10:15 UTC
"You would have thought the same thing," America answered back quickly there was no need to deny it.
"Da," Russia rumbled in agreement. "I probably would. But it would have been a foolish plan on my part I would not have gotten very far having to travel conventional means with him."
America let out a puff of air at the implication that Russia had actually thought about taking Sasha while he was asleep. He shouldn't be surprised if the roles had been reversed he probably would have had the same thought roll through his head. "No you wouldn't," he said with deliberate quietness in his voice so that Russia would get the message that if he ever actually tried it there would be hell to pay. "Besides you said you wouldn't take him back to the Soviet Union with you."
"Da," Russia agreed after a moment. "I did indeed say that."
Silence stretched out between them for a moment as America watched Russia move the pot over the stove. Then Russia moved back to the counter and began to meticulously chop up the vegetables laying on it. After another moment America reached for a second knife and went to work on the ones on his end.
"So...soup?" he asked for want of anything else to say.
"I did not know what he was eating," Russia said. "He kept insisting you had cookies for dinner which didn't sound truthful even for your household..." America grinned slightly at that glancing over at Sasha who was still mashing carrots with gusto at the table. "I figured soup would be a good, easy place to start and if that failed he could eat the vegetables he's mashing up himself."
"He eats just about everything," America said with another lopsided grin. "England says he must get that from my side of the world." There was the barest tightening on the grip of Russia's knife at England's name but it was so quick America thought he had just imagined it as Russia started slicing through the onions with a quick practiced motion. "I told him you were just as bad...only you only do it with your own weird foods..."
"You like my foods..." Russia said a bit defensively. "Or you did once."
"I did..." America agreed quickly. "I still do. But...I've also eaten Haggis and enjoyed it so...that probably doesn't mean your food is any less weird. Everyone always says I have bad taste in food but really it's the rest of you lot who do I'm just the one caught in the middle thanks to all the recipes your people bring with you when they come over. "
Russia arched a brow at that but didn't say anything. The settled into a quite routine cutting vegetables and adding them into the pot. America eventually finished his piles and moved back over to the table to collect Sasha's impressive mash of carrots. He took them over to the stove to heat them up a bit as Russia put the ingredients of his soup together into the pot and left it to simmer. Russia watched them quietly as America settled himself down at the table and helped Sasha eat the carrots. The conversed in a conversation that was an odd mix of English and Russian. Eventually Russia seemed satisfied that his soup was ready, if not as good as it would have been left to simmer for the proper amount of hours, and brought over two normal dishes and one small dish back to the table. America left Sasha to his own devices for a moment and went to collect the rest of the silverware and a pitcher of lemonade from the fridge. It was an odd combination but it would work.
Russia took over helping Sasha with his meal and America dug into his own with relish. Listening with a slight smile as Russia and Sasha had the same sort of conversation as he had with him earlier. Eventually Sasha grew full and restless and America helped him down from the chair and sent him into the living room to play while they finished their meal. They ate in silence for a long moment. America shifted uncomfortably he knew that there would be discussions, probably uncomfortable and strained ones, starting soon and he didn't look forward to them.
"He speaks remarkably good Russian," Russia said to finally break the silence.
Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15c
anonymous
May 26 2010, 01:12:12 UTC
"I know," America said with a slightly proud smile. "He's been doing that since he arrived. He speaks English and his native languages just as well and also some Spanish." Russia nodded at that and looked thoughtful. "France has been teaching him French when he visits," America continued. "He didn't know it when they started but he's picking it up quite quickly. He also knows a lot of the history of this place...some I didn't even know from when it was just you here in the early days."
"He's just like us then," Russia murmured. "Just like another nation even though he's just a territory."
"Yeah...the others were like that too," America added. "They could all be their own nations...if they wanted to be and got the chance to be I suppose. I started out like that myself I guess...belonging to someone else."
"You belonged to yourself first," Russia reminded him.
"I suppose he did to," America mused quietly. "But I don't think he was here somewhere hidden away in the wilderness on his own for a while like I was. I'm sure he didn't appear until..." he trailed off uncomfortably not sure if there was some sort of unspoken agreement between them to never speak of that night or not.
"That night?" Russia asked softly.
"That night..." America added with a nod.
More silence descended as they both finished their meals. Russia reached for the plates but America took them from him before he could leave the table. "I'll clean up," he murmured softly.
"I made the mess," Russia countered easily.
"That just means I should clean it up then," America said with a shrug. "Go spend time with your...with him..." he said firmly. "That's what you wanted wasn't it...why you stayed?"
Russia stared at him openly for a long moment and then released his plates with a conceding nod. "Thank you," was all he said as he turned and followed Sasha's path into the living room.
America sighed as he took in the sight of the mess he'd just agreed to clean up. Then he rolled up his sleeves and got to work.
He listened to the sounds in the other room as he cleared the table, threw away the scraps that were beyond reuse, cleaned up the mess and washed the dishes. For a little while it sounded like Russia and Sasha were playing with the ball in the other room then soon there were the sounds of boots and coats being put on and the door being opened. America forced himself to remain where he was until his task was finished instead of rushing off to make sure Russia's wasn't heading for the car like his brain was urging him to do. Finally satisfied that the kitchen was once again in order he moved back into the living room and peered out into the snowy yard.
They were in the middle of the vast expanse of white but not too far away from the house. He couldn't make out what they were doing, both were crouched in the snow looking out into the empty vastness in the opposite direction of the house. Then as if sensing he was being watched Russia turned back in his direction. He leaned over to say something to Sasha who bounced up and turned in the direction of the house waving his hand excitedly in a half wave, half beckoning motion to join them. America hesitated. He knew that Russia probably wanted to spend as much time alone with Sasha as he could and he didn't want to intrude on that. But then Russia raised his hand in a wave that America somehow sensed was also his way of showing that it was okay if America wanted to join them.
America waved back and went and shoved himself into his layers of winter wear. He was glad he'd thought to bring as much as he could this time usually he avoided the outside as much as possible. Eventually he was satisfied that he wasn't going to freeze to death and he hurried to join them outside.
Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15d
anonymous
May 26 2010, 01:16:32 UTC
What followed was an hour and a half of him continuously falling on his butt as he tried not to make a complete fool of himself and failing miserably. He finally settled himself onto the ground and entertained himself by making half snow angels and tiny snowman armies. They, on the other hand, jumped and played in the snow drifts like they were born to. He supposed they had been in a way their lands were covered in snow for so much of the year. He had snow too and he enjoyed it to a point but winter had never been his favorite season and he doubted it ever would be. At some point they got together and conspired against him leading him to be barraged with snowballs until he could make enough to throw them back.
Finally declaring a cease fire as twilight started to blanket the land they trooped back inside for some hot chocolate, which even though he didn't see it he suspected that Russia had spiked his own mug. This was followed by bath time for Sasha who complained quite readily until he was actually in the tub and then he became happy as a clam as he splashed and played and made another mess for America to clean up. Russia watched them both quietly from the bathroom doorway seemingly content to stay out of the way and dry. After the bath America slipped Sasha into his pajamas with practiced eased and bundled up the sleepily complaining boy into his bed.
"You want a story tonight, Sash? Or are you too tired out?" he asked softly as Sasha yawned widely and his eyes began to slip shut as soon as his head hit the pillow.
"Can Papa tell me a story?" he asked.
America ignored the tight squeezing at his heart and glanced over in the direction of Russia. Story time was his favorite part of the day with Sasha coming up with increasingly elaborate tales of his own childhood and other stories shared to him both by England and other nation's and those now thought up by his own people down in Hollywood. Russia stepped forward looking so hopeful that America had to conceded.
"Of course he can," he said softly leaned forward to brush his lips against Sasha's forehead. "Make sure you don't trick him into keeping you up too long...like you did with France..." he warned gently.
"Love you, Da," Sasha said with a sleepy grin.
"Love you too," America answered softly.
He stood and got out of the way as Russia took over his spot on the bed. Large hands pulled the blankets up and smoothed quickly drying fine hair. Unable to bring himself to stay and listen to what tale Russia might tell America excused himself quietly and headed down the hall. He paused in front of the bathroom door and stared at the damp mess that waited to be cleaned up. He sighed and continued onwards unable to face it at the moment. He walked back down the stairs and found himself back in the living room. He added a few more logs onto the fire and then crossed over to the window seat and curled himself up onto it staring out in the deepening night outside.
Time passed, though he didn't know how much, but eventually he heard footsteps on the stairs and eventually entered the living room. Silence heavy and packed with unsaid words stretched out so long that America could no longer stand it and he had to turn around. Russia was standing near the fireplace. He wasn't staring at the flames though he was staring at the ground at his feet. America's mind flashed back to a different fire and a pair of bodies entwined in front of it. He turned his head quickly to drive the thoughts away. He wasn't completely successful.
"We need to talk," Russia's voice interrupted any thoughts that might have formed.
America sighed and turned slightly on the window seat making enough space by his feet for Russia to join him as he nodded his head in agreement. Russia hesitated for a moment and then he walked across the room and settled into the empty space.
Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15e
anonymous
May 26 2010, 01:17:38 UTC
"I have made a few decisions," Russia said softly into the emptiness that threatened to overtake them again.
"So soon?" America asked swallowing nervously. "I thought you wanted...time...to think about it a bit before making any decisions."
"I do there are still...things...I need to think about but some of it I no longer do," Russia answered.
"Okay..." America said hoping any trepidation he was feeling was not evident in his voice. He was afraid Russia might have changed his mind about wanting to try and take Sasha back to the Soviet Union with him.
"I agree with you that Sasha should be a State," Russia said in a voice so tight it threatened to break apart around them.
"Really?" America asked in surprise. He hadn't thought it would be so easy to get Russia to agree with him about that.
"Da..." Russia said quickly. "He is a part of this land and this land is a part of you...it's something I gave to you. To change that or to force him to leave it does not seem right."
"I..." America started and then lowered his head with a nod. "Yeah...I hoped you would understand that."
"This is his home," Russia said quietly. "So it will stay his home and being a State will give him the full protection of the United States. If he cannot be fully under my protection then...it is the next best thing. I know you will take good care of him."
"Of course I will," America said firmly.
"I want...no...I expect full visitation rights," Russia added after a moment.
"You've agreed not to take him back with you to the Soviet Union..." America pointed out hesitantly.
"I have," Russia answered quickly. "You are right that would not be a good idea. He would be in no danger from my people..." America opened his mouth to argue but was quickly cut off by Russia. "But they might decide to try and use him in our game and I will not allow that. From your side either..."
"I would never do that," America snapped in irritation.
"You would not but your people might if given the opportunity. I will have it in writing that neither side will do that. He is not to be used as a pawn in our game no matter where things stand between us. You agree?" Russia asked seriously.
America sensed this was a make or break question for Russia. If America did not agree he would pull out from his end and would most likely be willing to go to war over Sasha. America relaxed a little, it showed how serious Russia was about this point, which was never a question in America's mind. "Of course I would never want that either. He may represent a piece of land with a very long history and he may be far smarter then his appearance but he is still a child. I would never put any child in that situation...especially my own."
Russia stared at him for a long moment as if trying to judge how serious America was being and then nodded his head. "Good, we are the same on this point then."
"Yes," America answered back evenly.
"I want to be able to see him when I choose, no matter what or where he is," Russia said moving quickly onto his next point.
America's lips creased slightly. "No dice," he said with a shake of his head. "You can see him when you want, within reason, but it has to be here in Alaska."
"Nyet," Russia said coolly. "When and where I want."
"My bosses will never agree to allow you into the lower 48 whenever the mood strikes you to. You know that very well and don't really expect it...you're using this as a starting point to haggle to something else. So what is it, Russia? I don't want to play games with this."
"I want to be able to see him when I want to here in Alaska...alone..." Russia said quietly.
"Alone as in none my people here..." America asked tentatively. "Or alone as in I'm not ever present?"
"None of our people present," Russia answered. "But also without you here as well most of the time. You will have a lot of time alone with him I will not...it is fair to do it this way."
Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15f
anonymous
May 26 2010, 01:19:30 UTC
America mulled over Russia's words. He knew there was truth if them but he still couldn't quite rid himself of the fear that Russia might use this take Sasha from him. He frowned and then nodded. "Alright...but..." he said after another moment of thought. "You have to give me advance warning. He'll most likely be with me anyway so I'll need to get him back to Alaska for your arrival. I'll do it as soon as you let me know you want a visit," he hurried to explain as Russia looked ready to argue. "But you have to give me warning in case I'm in the middle of something...important. Once he's old enough I'll show him how to travel by himself and he'll be here by himself more often but not before he's ready. I don't want him to feel abandoned..." not like I did, he added silently to himself. He'd forgiven England for a lot and he now knew why England had been gone more then he was around but it still hurt to think about all those long months, years sometimes, he'd gone without seeing his guardian he did not want to see Sasha feel the same when he was older.
Russia started at him and then nodded, America knew he had most likely figured out what he meant by his trailed off statement. They had talked about England often enough in days gone by when they were still friends and he and England were on shakier ground. "That sounds reasonable," Russia agreed. "I will always travel my own way though I will not be going through customs or your military."
"Give me enough noticed to smooth the waters and I can do that...so long as stuff isn't going on between us in the political sense..." America quickly added. "I can't guarantee that my bosses won't want to get a bit stingy with your visits if you're threatening us with war." Russia's expression darkened for a moment and America couldn't being to figure out which part of his statement had upset him but decided to go with the most obvious reason. "I will make sure you see him no matter what but...I might need a little more time to get my bosses to agree. That's all I'm saying. I will never keep you from seeing him baring you threatening him which I know won't ever happen..."
Russia pondered that for a moment and then nodded his head in agreement. "My sisters will have the same rights to see Sasha as me."
"Open access?" America said tentatively, images of Belarus holding Sasha made his heart jump slightly but pushed that down until he saw exactly what Russia had in mind.
"For Ukraine, yes," Russia said softly. "Belarus...will only be allowed if either Ukraine or I are present...probably I will be here anytime that they are."
America let out a sight breath of relief on some level he knew that Russia had been testing him with this and was as glad that he seemed to have passed as he was that Belarus would not be alone with his son. "Yes that's fine...they too must give notice before their arrival if you're not with them."
"The others might like to see him as well," Russia continued. "Lithuania...and the rest of them. I would like them to see him as they are part of his family too."
America wanted to open his mouth and argue how the others weren't really part of his family but instead he decided this was not the time or place for that argument. Besides he saw nothing wrong with Lithuania or any of the other Soviet States or members of the Eastern Block meeting Sasha if that was what Russia wanted. It was as much his right to show off his son as it was America's. "Alright...that seems okay...you'll have to let me know before hand so I can get them cleared and like you they can only see him here."
"Of course..." Russia said.
"No Northern Korea..." America said sharply. "I'm not sure how...close...you guys might be but under no circumstance is he allowed near Sasha unless I am present and even then I'm not likely to allow it. I don't trust him."
Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15g
anonymous
May 26 2010, 01:20:41 UTC
"Uh...fine then..." he stumbled slightly in confusion. He had not expected Russia to agree with him so readily. "If there is anyone on my side that you do not wish him to be around now would be the time to tell me."
There was a long calculating silence from Russia's end at that statement. America waited he half expected Russia to tell him that he did not want England around Sasha and that the argument that would result from that could possibly mean the end of the agreement.
"No...I can think of no one at the present time," Russia said arching an eyebrow knowingly at America's surprised expression. "I might change that in the future though and would like to reserve that right...other then Canada and England I wish to be informed of anyone he is in contact with before he does."
Since he had asked the same of Russia he could not argue against that point. "All right," he agreed.
"Then I think most issues of the visitation are settled," Russia said after a moment of silence stretched between them. "Unless you can think of something else you'd like to add."
America thought over all the points that they had gone over. Nothing seemed to stick out or appeared to be missing. "No...I think that's everything on that end."
"There is still some stuff I would like to go over but it can wait until another time," Russia said.
America nodded he knew there was still much to talk about in regards to this arrangement but he was relieved that the hardest part was now over. "I'll probably wait until I return to DC to contact Switzerland about working up the full contract...but I'll type out a rudimentary one for us to sign in the morning."
"So I do not change my mind?" Russia said dryly, there was an edge hidden beneath his words.
"So neither of us do," America answered back. "I...trust you on this I just...have to be able to say I covered all my bases...my bosses are not happy about any of this, I really had to fight to get them allow me to even tell you about him."
Russia stared at him in surprise for a moment before nodding his head. Then he glanced down at his watch. "I will be going to bed now," he said getting to his feet. "It has been a long day and tomorrow will probably be as well."
"Are you going to go back home tomorrow?" America asked hoping it sounded like a casual question.
"I said I would stay a few days and I will do so," Russia said.
"Oh," America said with a slightly frown. "Okay...I can probably go visit Canada..."
"Nyet," Russia said with a shake of his head. "I would prefer if you stay, it will ease the introduction period if you are here."
"He didn't seem to mind too much today..." America pointed out mildly.
"Things were new and exciting and he knew that you were there if he needed you," Russia said softly. "If you are not here things will be different he needs to be prepared first."
"Then I'll stay," America said a soft smile breaking out on his face.
Russia shifted uncomfortably on his feet for a brief moment. He stared at America's face intently and seemed on the verge of saying something else but then the moment passed and he turned on his heel and stalked off.
"Good night," he said stiffly.
"Good night," America echoed in confusion.
He sighed and leaned his head against the window as silence descended over the room save the cracking and popping of the fire and the sound of the wind crying outside. It was getting late and it had been a long day but even though America was tired he did not feel any need to head upstairs to his empty bed.
Re: Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15g
anonymous
May 26 2010, 02:23:37 UTC
You updaaatttteeedddd~~~~~ ♥♥♥
I love this fill so much it hurts, anon!! I can't begin to tell you how excited I was when I first saw this on the fills page. But gosh, I LOVED the awkward family dynamic between the three and the visitation rights. I knew there was going to be terms to settle, and it went much better than I expected. I may have to go and re-read the last two parts, since its been a while.
Re: Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15g
anonymous
May 26 2010, 02:46:28 UTC
Hallelujah, you are still with us!
Man, after seeing some good fills stopping before the end and not updated for so many months, I was afraid this fill would be the case but I'm incredibly grateful that you are still chugging along.
Your fill, among the others, is just the best. I just love the details and the length you pour into this fill and the interaction between Russia and America. Not quite fluff, not quite hate, it's juuuuuust right! And I love your flashbacks, man.
Thank you so much for your dedication on this fill. You have no idea how your update brightened up this stranger's day.
-sloppy kisses-
recaptcha: snow chanute... o_O Apparently Chanute is a city in Kansas... so Russia's gonna be there for the sunflowers with snow following him?
Re: Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15g
anonymous
May 26 2010, 23:08:41 UTC
Thank you! I'm glad that you are still with me!
Don't worry...it may take far longer to get out those last couple of chapters then it should but this thing *will* be finished, it will.
Finding that middle ground has been important to me especially in these parts written during the Cold War. And yeah it's not quite hate but not quite love and a healthy amount of UST thrown in for color. Of course this is all happening before the Cuban Missle Crisis I imagine things got a lot more...strained between them for a long while after that.
**You have no idea how your update brightened up this stranger's day.**
*flushes* awww....thank you! Your comment does the same.
Re: Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15g
anonymous
May 26 2010, 12:32:42 UTC
OMG I LOVE THIS FIC SO SO MUCH ♥ ♥ ♥ I like how...normal, nationhood aside, this all is, you're addressing every point in taking care of a child by strained parents, in a very thorough and IC manner, and I'm enjoying the conversations way too much. Custody battles are a rela nightmare, but they are being unexpectedly mature and concessive...
Russia is so great here, has all the cunning and usual darkness, but there's a softness in him...and America, of course. The domestic scenes felt like pang when I realised they weren't really ready to go into them head-on, even if it's clear they both want to. I felt like tearing out my hair at the end...or better yet, THEIR hair...good god, guys, I could feel the sexual tension even from the other side of ths screen...I wanted them to go to bed together so badly...is this flashback going to continue till the end of Russia's stay? might there be a chance that the following days will bring them to each other's bed again? have they gone to bed together since Sasha was 'conceived', or was that the only time, even to the present?
Oh, god, when you said there are only two chapters+epilogue left...I felt so fucking sad, I want this fic to go on forever...even with extra parts added to the de-anon posting, it's still too short for me...any chance you'll be continuing this verse? and give us sum moar England, he's awesome in your handsXD.
Talking about England, I love that moment when America, being incredibly fair, offers Russia the chance to keep England away like he did North Korea -good call, America, btw-...and Russia purposefully lets the silence linger to show that he was immensely tempted and didn't take it...(I wonder, why didn't he? not that I'm protesting, that was very generous on his part, seeing the abstract jealousy he has of England...is it jealousy just for the fact that he has a large part in America's life, or does he think he and America are involved?)
Re: Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15g
anonymous
May 26 2010, 23:17:17 UTC
Thank you so much, I'm glad you're still enjoying it!
Yeah it was interesting trying to get the right balance between normal human ironing out custody/visitation rights and merging it with the thing that would be important to nations. It's a good thing this all happend now and not a few years later (or even earlier)I'm sure things wouldn't have been nearly so civil.
**I wanted them to go to bed together so badly...is this flashback going to continue till the end of Russia's stay? might there be a chance that the following days will bring them to each other's bed again? have they gone to bed together since Sasha was 'conceived', or was that the only time, even to the present?**
No this is the end of this flashback unfortunately and no they don't end up in bed together either during this visit or on through modern times. Silly boys... *shakes head*
**Oh, god, when you said there are only two chapters+epilogue left...I felt so fucking sad, I want this fic to go on forever...even with extra parts added to the de-anon posting, it's still too short for me...any chance you'll be continuing this verse? and give us sum moar England, he's awesome in your handsXD.**
LOL yeah only a few more chapters...I'm ready for it to be done though as much as I love all of these characters. At this time I'm not planning to return to this universe but I'm never one to say never about such things...I think I'll miss Sasha so...yeah he could show up again. Though it probably won't be for a while I have one other epic adventure I'm slowly puttering away at and a few other shorter things I've been back burnering to play with first.
**Talking about England, I love that moment when America, being incredibly fair, offers Russia the chance to keep England away like he did North Korea -good call, America, btw-...and Russia purposefully lets the silence linger to show that he was immensely tempted and didn't take it...(I wonder, why didn't he? not that I'm protesting, that was very generous on his part, seeing the abstract jealousy he has of England...is it jealousy just for the fact that he has a large part in America's life, or does he think he and America are involved?)**
I actually had the North Korea stuff in there before everything went down this past weekend I contemplated taking it out but it seemed better to leave it in. Russia and North Korea have had rather...interesting...relations over the years. I think he knows that America won't budge on the England thing and that at the end of the day America doesn't have to allow him to see Sasha at all. And England will take care of Sasha and is strong enough to protect them. It's a bit of both I think he's jealous that America so readily let England back into his life, gets to see so much of him and a little bit of that thinking they might get together if they spend too much time together, plus the two of them just not getting along to begin with. Not that he really thinks about any of this and if asked he wouldn't admit to any of it besides not liking England.
Re: Fountain of Fire & Ice -- Part 15g
anonymous
May 26 2010, 17:42:43 UTC
Oh, I hadn't seen this fill before, and despite me not liking OC usage, I decided to give it a try, and... It was good, and I liked their interaction! I even liked your Alaska, and that means a lot to me! The RuAme is proceeding well, too, and it's a pleasure to see how well you describe both, and don't rush things through. I can't wait to see how this goes on, so please, great anon, continue!
Oh my...thank you for taking a chance on the story and on Sasha. As a general rule I'm not big on OCs either I've gotten used to them in the fandom but I still prefer the main characters. Sasha is the first OC I've written and I doubt I'll be writing many more of them but I had fun with him. I tried to learn from all the things I don't like about OCs and make Sasha an important part of the story without taking it over.
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Timestamp: March 1958 ~ Alaska Territory
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America woke slowly. The sound of a crackling fire soothed him, the warmth of the thick blanket tucked around him comforting him, both working together to try and lull him back into much needed sleep. He curled himself around shifting his legs so that they were wrapped up underneath his body he was mere seconds from letting himself drift back off. There was no reason to not give him. Sasha was napping and would be fine for a little while longer.
Sasha...
He jerked upright, the blanket around him sliding to the ground as he stumbled to his feet. His hand scrambled around the table next to the couch looking for his glasses. He let out a sigh of relief when he found them and shoved them back on his face. He glanced at the clock. He'd been asleep for an hour. One hour. One long hour that he'd left his son alone upstairs unwatched while a man who had threatened to take off with him had had free access to the house. He glanced over at the baby monitor and saw that the light was not on. The bastard had turned it off.
Panic flooded through him as he took off across the living room. Fear and rage boiled up inside him he moved his brain already skipping through any of the courses of action he might have available to him. Russia wouldn't have gotten far he couldn't take Sasha out of Alaska with him their own way because Sasha had never been to Russia's house. So that gave him more then enough time to catch up with him and to stop him before he could cross into Canada with Sasha.
He couldn't believe he'd allowed himself to be tricked so easily. It would never happen again.
He stopped short as his feet hit the landing of the stairs. The second floor was dark but there was light coming from the kitchen. Then there was a deep murmur of words followed by a familiar giggle. Confusion and relief flooded through his system as he rushed over towards the kitchen door. He let out an almost pained breath of air as he caught sight of Sasha sitting at the table sitting on his chair with a pile of books happily mashing away at something in a small bowl in front of him with a spoon.
Russia was there as well near the sink, his back towards America. He was filling a large pot with water. The cutting board to the side of him was piled high with vegetables. America smiled slightly even though his heart was still pounding in his ears. It was such a domestic scene one he took a brief moment to enjoy before Sasha glanced over in his direction and grinned widely at him.
"Da!" he said cheerfully. "I'm helping Papa!"
"I can see that," America said, he was unable to keep the tenseness completely out of his voice.
Russia glanced over his shoulder for a split second raising his eyebrow before turning back to what he was doing. America crossed over to where Sasha was and examined the small pile of cooked and chopped carrots next to the bowl. He smiled as he watched Sasha take one and carefully placed it into the bowl and began smashing at it. He ruffled Sasha's fine hair and moved over to join Russia.
"You thought I took off with him didn't you," Russia murmured softly.
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"Da," Russia rumbled in agreement. "I probably would. But it would have been a foolish plan on my part I would not have gotten very far having to travel conventional means with him."
America let out a puff of air at the implication that Russia had actually thought about taking Sasha while he was asleep. He shouldn't be surprised if the roles had been reversed he probably would have had the same thought roll through his head. "No you wouldn't," he said with deliberate quietness in his voice so that Russia would get the message that if he ever actually tried it there would be hell to pay. "Besides you said you wouldn't take him back to the Soviet Union with you."
"Da," Russia agreed after a moment. "I did indeed say that."
Silence stretched out between them for a moment as America watched Russia move the pot over the stove. Then Russia moved back to the counter and began to meticulously chop up the vegetables laying on it. After another moment America reached for a second knife and went to work on the ones on his end.
"So...soup?" he asked for want of anything else to say.
"I did not know what he was eating," Russia said. "He kept insisting you had cookies for dinner which didn't sound truthful even for your household..." America grinned slightly at that glancing over at Sasha who was still mashing carrots with gusto at the table. "I figured soup would be a good, easy place to start and if that failed he could eat the vegetables he's mashing up himself."
"He eats just about everything," America said with another lopsided grin. "England says he must get that from my side of the world." There was the barest tightening on the grip of Russia's knife at England's name but it was so quick America thought he had just imagined it as Russia started slicing through the onions with a quick practiced motion. "I told him you were just as bad...only you only do it with your own weird foods..."
"You like my foods..." Russia said a bit defensively. "Or you did once."
"I did..." America agreed quickly. "I still do. But...I've also eaten Haggis and enjoyed it so...that probably doesn't mean your food is any less weird. Everyone always says I have bad taste in food but really it's the rest of you lot who do I'm just the one caught in the middle thanks to all the recipes your people bring with you when they come over. "
Russia arched a brow at that but didn't say anything. The settled into a quite routine cutting vegetables and adding them into the pot. America eventually finished his piles and moved back over to the table to collect Sasha's impressive mash of carrots. He took them over to the stove to heat them up a bit as Russia put the ingredients of his soup together into the pot and left it to simmer. Russia watched them quietly as America settled himself down at the table and helped Sasha eat the carrots. The conversed in a conversation that was an odd mix of English and Russian. Eventually Russia seemed satisfied that his soup was ready, if not as good as it would have been left to simmer for the proper amount of hours, and brought over two normal dishes and one small dish back to the table. America left Sasha to his own devices for a moment and went to collect the rest of the silverware and a pitcher of lemonade from the fridge. It was an odd combination but it would work.
Russia took over helping Sasha with his meal and America dug into his own with relish. Listening with a slight smile as Russia and Sasha had the same sort of conversation as he had with him earlier. Eventually Sasha grew full and restless and America helped him down from the chair and sent him into the living room to play while they finished their meal. They ate in silence for a long moment. America shifted uncomfortably he knew that there would be discussions, probably uncomfortable and strained ones, starting soon and he didn't look forward to them.
"He speaks remarkably good Russian," Russia said to finally break the silence.
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"He's just like us then," Russia murmured. "Just like another nation even though he's just a territory."
"Yeah...the others were like that too," America added. "They could all be their own nations...if they wanted to be and got the chance to be I suppose. I started out like that myself I guess...belonging to someone else."
"You belonged to yourself first," Russia reminded him.
"I suppose he did to," America mused quietly. "But I don't think he was here somewhere hidden away in the wilderness on his own for a while like I was. I'm sure he didn't appear until..." he trailed off uncomfortably not sure if there was some sort of unspoken agreement between them to never speak of that night or not.
"That night?" Russia asked softly.
"That night..." America added with a nod.
More silence descended as they both finished their meals. Russia reached for the plates but America took them from him before he could leave the table. "I'll clean up," he murmured softly.
"I made the mess," Russia countered easily.
"That just means I should clean it up then," America said with a shrug. "Go spend time with your...with him..." he said firmly. "That's what you wanted wasn't it...why you stayed?"
Russia stared at him openly for a long moment and then released his plates with a conceding nod. "Thank you," was all he said as he turned and followed Sasha's path into the living room.
America sighed as he took in the sight of the mess he'd just agreed to clean up. Then he rolled up his sleeves and got to work.
He listened to the sounds in the other room as he cleared the table, threw away the scraps that were beyond reuse, cleaned up the mess and washed the dishes. For a little while it sounded like Russia and Sasha were playing with the ball in the other room then soon there were the sounds of boots and coats being put on and the door being opened. America forced himself to remain where he was until his task was finished instead of rushing off to make sure Russia's wasn't heading for the car like his brain was urging him to do. Finally satisfied that the kitchen was once again in order he moved back into the living room and peered out into the snowy yard.
They were in the middle of the vast expanse of white but not too far away from the house. He couldn't make out what they were doing, both were crouched in the snow looking out into the empty vastness in the opposite direction of the house. Then as if sensing he was being watched Russia turned back in his direction. He leaned over to say something to Sasha who bounced up and turned in the direction of the house waving his hand excitedly in a half wave, half beckoning motion to join them. America hesitated. He knew that Russia probably wanted to spend as much time alone with Sasha as he could and he didn't want to intrude on that. But then Russia raised his hand in a wave that America somehow sensed was also his way of showing that it was okay if America wanted to join them.
America waved back and went and shoved himself into his layers of winter wear. He was glad he'd thought to bring as much as he could this time usually he avoided the outside as much as possible. Eventually he was satisfied that he wasn't going to freeze to death and he hurried to join them outside.
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Finally declaring a cease fire as twilight started to blanket the land they trooped back inside for some hot chocolate, which even though he didn't see it he suspected that Russia had spiked his own mug. This was followed by bath time for Sasha who complained quite readily until he was actually in the tub and then he became happy as a clam as he splashed and played and made another mess for America to clean up. Russia watched them both quietly from the bathroom doorway seemingly content to stay out of the way and dry. After the bath America slipped Sasha into his pajamas with practiced eased and bundled up the sleepily complaining boy into his bed.
"You want a story tonight, Sash? Or are you too tired out?" he asked softly as Sasha yawned widely and his eyes began to slip shut as soon as his head hit the pillow.
"Can Papa tell me a story?" he asked.
America ignored the tight squeezing at his heart and glanced over in the direction of Russia. Story time was his favorite part of the day with Sasha coming up with increasingly elaborate tales of his own childhood and other stories shared to him both by England and other nation's and those now thought up by his own people down in Hollywood. Russia stepped forward looking so hopeful that America had to conceded.
"Of course he can," he said softly leaned forward to brush his lips against Sasha's forehead. "Make sure you don't trick him into keeping you up too long...like you did with France..." he warned gently.
"Love you, Da," Sasha said with a sleepy grin.
"Love you too," America answered softly.
He stood and got out of the way as Russia took over his spot on the bed. Large hands pulled the blankets up and smoothed quickly drying fine hair. Unable to bring himself to stay and listen to what tale Russia might tell America excused himself quietly and headed down the hall. He paused in front of the bathroom door and stared at the damp mess that waited to be cleaned up. He sighed and continued onwards unable to face it at the moment. He walked back down the stairs and found himself back in the living room. He added a few more logs onto the fire and then crossed over to the window seat and curled himself up onto it staring out in the deepening night outside.
Time passed, though he didn't know how much, but eventually he heard footsteps on the stairs and eventually entered the living room. Silence heavy and packed with unsaid words stretched out so long that America could no longer stand it and he had to turn around. Russia was standing near the fireplace. He wasn't staring at the flames though he was staring at the ground at his feet. America's mind flashed back to a different fire and a pair of bodies entwined in front of it. He turned his head quickly to drive the thoughts away. He wasn't completely successful.
"We need to talk," Russia's voice interrupted any thoughts that might have formed.
America sighed and turned slightly on the window seat making enough space by his feet for Russia to join him as he nodded his head in agreement. Russia hesitated for a moment and then he walked across the room and settled into the empty space.
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"So soon?" America asked swallowing nervously. "I thought you wanted...time...to think about it a bit before making any decisions."
"I do there are still...things...I need to think about but some of it I no longer do," Russia answered.
"Okay..." America said hoping any trepidation he was feeling was not evident in his voice. He was afraid Russia might have changed his mind about wanting to try and take Sasha back to the Soviet Union with him.
"I agree with you that Sasha should be a State," Russia said in a voice so tight it threatened to break apart around them.
"Really?" America asked in surprise. He hadn't thought it would be so easy to get Russia to agree with him about that.
"Da..." Russia said quickly. "He is a part of this land and this land is a part of you...it's something I gave to you. To change that or to force him to leave it does not seem right."
"I..." America started and then lowered his head with a nod. "Yeah...I hoped you would understand that."
"This is his home," Russia said quietly. "So it will stay his home and being a State will give him the full protection of the United States. If he cannot be fully under my protection then...it is the next best thing. I know you will take good care of him."
"Of course I will," America said firmly.
"I want...no...I expect full visitation rights," Russia added after a moment.
"You've agreed not to take him back with you to the Soviet Union..." America pointed out hesitantly.
"I have," Russia answered quickly. "You are right that would not be a good idea. He would be in no danger from my people..." America opened his mouth to argue but was quickly cut off by Russia. "But they might decide to try and use him in our game and I will not allow that. From your side either..."
"I would never do that," America snapped in irritation.
"You would not but your people might if given the opportunity. I will have it in writing that neither side will do that. He is not to be used as a pawn in our game no matter where things stand between us. You agree?" Russia asked seriously.
America sensed this was a make or break question for Russia. If America did not agree he would pull out from his end and would most likely be willing to go to war over Sasha. America relaxed a little, it showed how serious Russia was about this point, which was never a question in America's mind. "Of course I would never want that either. He may represent a piece of land with a very long history and he may be far smarter then his appearance but he is still a child. I would never put any child in that situation...especially my own."
Russia stared at him for a long moment as if trying to judge how serious America was being and then nodded his head. "Good, we are the same on this point then."
"Yes," America answered back evenly.
"I want to be able to see him when I choose, no matter what or where he is," Russia said moving quickly onto his next point.
America's lips creased slightly. "No dice," he said with a shake of his head. "You can see him when you want, within reason, but it has to be here in Alaska."
"Nyet," Russia said coolly. "When and where I want."
"My bosses will never agree to allow you into the lower 48 whenever the mood strikes you to. You know that very well and don't really expect it...you're using this as a starting point to haggle to something else. So what is it, Russia? I don't want to play games with this."
"I want to be able to see him when I want to here in Alaska...alone..." Russia said quietly.
"Alone as in none my people here..." America asked tentatively. "Or alone as in I'm not ever present?"
"None of our people present," Russia answered. "But also without you here as well most of the time. You will have a lot of time alone with him I will not...it is fair to do it this way."
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Russia started at him and then nodded, America knew he had most likely figured out what he meant by his trailed off statement. They had talked about England often enough in days gone by when they were still friends and he and England were on shakier ground. "That sounds reasonable," Russia agreed. "I will always travel my own way though I will not be going through customs or your military."
"Give me enough noticed to smooth the waters and I can do that...so long as stuff isn't going on between us in the political sense..." America quickly added. "I can't guarantee that my bosses won't want to get a bit stingy with your visits if you're threatening us with war." Russia's expression darkened for a moment and America couldn't being to figure out which part of his statement had upset him but decided to go with the most obvious reason. "I will make sure you see him no matter what but...I might need a little more time to get my bosses to agree. That's all I'm saying. I will never keep you from seeing him baring you threatening him which I know won't ever happen..."
Russia pondered that for a moment and then nodded his head in agreement. "My sisters will have the same rights to see Sasha as me."
"Open access?" America said tentatively, images of Belarus holding Sasha made his heart jump slightly but pushed that down until he saw exactly what Russia had in mind.
"For Ukraine, yes," Russia said softly. "Belarus...will only be allowed if either Ukraine or I are present...probably I will be here anytime that they are."
America let out a sight breath of relief on some level he knew that Russia had been testing him with this and was as glad that he seemed to have passed as he was that Belarus would not be alone with his son. "Yes that's fine...they too must give notice before their arrival if you're not with them."
"The others might like to see him as well," Russia continued. "Lithuania...and the rest of them. I would like them to see him as they are part of his family too."
America wanted to open his mouth and argue how the others weren't really part of his family but instead he decided this was not the time or place for that argument. Besides he saw nothing wrong with Lithuania or any of the other Soviet States or members of the Eastern Block meeting Sasha if that was what Russia wanted. It was as much his right to show off his son as it was America's. "Alright...that seems okay...you'll have to let me know before hand so I can get them cleared and like you they can only see him here."
"Of course..." Russia said.
"No Northern Korea..." America said sharply. "I'm not sure how...close...you guys might be but under no circumstance is he allowed near Sasha unless I am present and even then I'm not likely to allow it. I don't trust him."
"Da, that is fine" Russia agreed easily.
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There was a long calculating silence from Russia's end at that statement. America waited he half expected Russia to tell him that he did not want England around Sasha and that the argument that would result from that could possibly mean the end of the agreement.
"No...I can think of no one at the present time," Russia said arching an eyebrow knowingly at America's surprised expression. "I might change that in the future though and would like to reserve that right...other then Canada and England I wish to be informed of anyone he is in contact with before he does."
Since he had asked the same of Russia he could not argue against that point. "All right," he agreed.
"Then I think most issues of the visitation are settled," Russia said after a moment of silence stretched between them. "Unless you can think of something else you'd like to add."
America thought over all the points that they had gone over. Nothing seemed to stick out or appeared to be missing. "No...I think that's everything on that end."
"There is still some stuff I would like to go over but it can wait until another time," Russia said.
America nodded he knew there was still much to talk about in regards to this arrangement but he was relieved that the hardest part was now over. "I'll probably wait until I return to DC to contact Switzerland about working up the full contract...but I'll type out a rudimentary one for us to sign in the morning."
"So I do not change my mind?" Russia said dryly, there was an edge hidden beneath his words.
"So neither of us do," America answered back. "I...trust you on this I just...have to be able to say I covered all my bases...my bosses are not happy about any of this, I really had to fight to get them allow me to even tell you about him."
Russia stared at him in surprise for a moment before nodding his head. Then he glanced down at his watch. "I will be going to bed now," he said getting to his feet. "It has been a long day and tomorrow will probably be as well."
"Are you going to go back home tomorrow?" America asked hoping it sounded like a casual question.
"I said I would stay a few days and I will do so," Russia said.
"Oh," America said with a slightly frown. "Okay...I can probably go visit Canada..."
"Nyet," Russia said with a shake of his head. "I would prefer if you stay, it will ease the introduction period if you are here."
"He didn't seem to mind too much today..." America pointed out mildly.
"Things were new and exciting and he knew that you were there if he needed you," Russia said softly. "If you are not here things will be different he needs to be prepared first."
"Then I'll stay," America said a soft smile breaking out on his face.
Russia shifted uncomfortably on his feet for a brief moment. He stared at America's face intently and seemed on the verge of saying something else but then the moment passed and he turned on his heel and stalked off.
"Good night," he said stiffly.
"Good night," America echoed in confusion.
He sighed and leaned his head against the window as silence descended over the room save the cracking and popping of the fire and the sound of the wind crying outside. It was getting late and it had been a long day but even though America was tired he did not feel any need to head upstairs to his empty bed.
Sleep would be a long time coming.
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TBC
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I love this fill so much it hurts, anon!! I can't begin to tell you how excited I was when I first saw this on the fills page. But gosh, I LOVED the awkward family dynamic between the three and the visitation rights. I knew there was going to be terms to settle, and it went much better than I expected. I may have to go and re-read the last two parts, since its been a while.
F5ing and officially camping out!! :D
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Don't spend too much time F5ing...next part probably won't be out until the end of June... ;-)
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Man, after seeing some good fills stopping before the end and not updated for so many months, I was afraid this fill would be the case but I'm incredibly grateful that you are still chugging along.
Your fill, among the others, is just the best. I just love the details and the length you pour into this fill and the interaction between Russia and America. Not quite fluff, not quite hate, it's juuuuuust right! And I love your flashbacks, man.
Thank you so much for your dedication on this fill. You have no idea how your update brightened up this stranger's day.
-sloppy kisses-
recaptcha: snow chanute... o_O Apparently Chanute is a city in Kansas... so Russia's gonna be there for the sunflowers with snow following him?
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Don't worry...it may take far longer to get out those last couple of chapters then it should but this thing *will* be finished, it will.
Finding that middle ground has been important to me especially in these parts written during the Cold War. And yeah it's not quite hate but not quite love and a healthy amount of UST thrown in for color. Of course this is all happening before the Cuban Missle Crisis I imagine things got a lot more...strained between them for a long while after that.
**You have no idea how your update brightened up this stranger's day.**
*flushes* awww....thank you! Your comment does the same.
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I like how...normal, nationhood aside, this all is, you're addressing every point in taking care of a child by strained parents, in a very thorough and IC manner, and I'm enjoying the conversations way too much. Custody battles are a rela nightmare, but they are being unexpectedly mature and concessive...
Russia is so great here, has all the cunning and usual darkness, but there's a softness in him...and America, of course. The domestic scenes felt like pang when I realised they weren't really ready to go into them head-on, even if it's clear they both want to. I felt like tearing out my hair at the end...or better yet, THEIR hair...good god, guys, I could feel the sexual tension even from the other side of ths screen...I wanted them to go to bed together so badly...is this flashback going to continue till the end of Russia's stay? might there be a chance that the following days will bring them to each other's bed again?
have they gone to bed together since Sasha was 'conceived', or was that the only time, even to the present?
Oh, god, when you said there are only two chapters+epilogue left...I felt so fucking sad, I want this fic to go on forever...even with extra parts added to the de-anon posting, it's still too short for me...any chance you'll be continuing this verse?
and give us sum moar England, he's awesome in your handsXD.
Talking about England, I love that moment when America, being incredibly fair, offers Russia the chance to keep England away like he did North Korea -good call, America, btw-...and Russia purposefully lets the silence linger to show that he was immensely tempted and didn't take it...(I wonder, why didn't he? not that I'm protesting, that was very generous on his part, seeing the abstract jealousy he has of England...is it jealousy just for the fact that he has a large part in America's life, or does he think he and America are involved?)
Guh, I love this fill so much, god ♥
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Yeah it was interesting trying to get the right balance between normal human ironing out custody/visitation rights and merging it with the thing that would be important to nations. It's a good thing this all happend now and not a few years later (or even earlier)I'm sure things wouldn't have been nearly so civil.
**I wanted them to go to bed together so badly...is this flashback going to continue till the end of Russia's stay? might there be a chance that the following days will bring them to each other's bed again?
have they gone to bed together since Sasha was 'conceived', or was that the only time, even to the present?**
No this is the end of this flashback unfortunately and no they don't end up in bed together either during this visit or on through modern times. Silly boys... *shakes head*
**Oh, god, when you said there are only two chapters+epilogue left...I felt so fucking sad, I want this fic to go on forever...even with extra parts added to the de-anon posting, it's still too short for me...any chance you'll be continuing this verse?
and give us sum moar England, he's awesome in your handsXD.**
LOL yeah only a few more chapters...I'm ready for it to be done though as much as I love all of these characters. At this time I'm not planning to return to this universe but I'm never one to say never about such things...I think I'll miss Sasha so...yeah he could show up again. Though it probably won't be for a while I have one other epic adventure I'm slowly puttering away at and a few other shorter things I've been back burnering to play with first.
**Talking about England, I love that moment when America, being incredibly fair, offers Russia the chance to keep England away like he did North Korea -good call, America, btw-...and Russia purposefully lets the silence linger to show that he was immensely tempted and didn't take it...(I wonder, why didn't he? not that I'm protesting, that was very generous on his part, seeing the abstract jealousy he has of England...is it jealousy just for the fact that he has a large part in America's life, or does he think he and America are involved?)**
I actually had the North Korea stuff in there before everything went down this past weekend I contemplated taking it out but it seemed better to leave it in. Russia and North Korea have had rather...interesting...relations over the years. I think he knows that America won't budge on the England thing and that at the end of the day America doesn't have to allow him to see Sasha at all. And England will take care of Sasha and is strong enough to protect them. It's a bit of both I think he's jealous that America so readily let England back into his life, gets to see so much of him and a little bit of that thinking they might get together if they spend too much time together, plus the two of them just not getting along to begin with. Not that he really thinks about any of this and if asked he wouldn't admit to any of it besides not liking England.
Thanks again!
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The RuAme is proceeding well, too, and it's a pleasure to see how well you describe both, and don't rush things through. I can't wait to see how this goes on, so please, great anon, continue!
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Thanks again, I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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http://i45.tinypic.com/imtfdz.jpg
If WA like it, I'll make a cleaner, coloured version of it, though :3
Just tell me if there is thing I should add/remove/change :3
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