When You Could Touch (3/4)
anonymous
September 4 2010, 17:43:37 UTC
wonderful news
When he tells Ukraine, she doesn’t believe him at first. Fairly so, because Russia isn’t sure that he believes it, either. Maybe it would hurt other people, for their sister to be stunning that not one but two people are interested in them. But Russia thinks that Ukraine is right to be surprised. Especially because one of them is Canada, who (Russia knows, because he pays very close attention to Ukraine and to Canada, now) Ukraine considers herself to be good friends with. But Canada has not said anything to her yet.
“Maybe he thinks I wouldn’t approve,” Ukraine considered. Her lips were turned into a frown, which in turn made Russia frown.
“Nyet,” Russia said, “I think that he just… does not share with people, da?”
“I guess that that’s true,” Ukraine says. The smile returns to her face, and she hugs Russia. “I’m so happy for you,” she adds, “Canada is a wonderful nation, and I’m sure that Cuba is, too.”
Canada speaking
Canada tries to call England and wish him a happy birthday, but as usual England can’t figure out who ‘Canada’ is, and why such a person would call him. When they progressed to, “Is this some kind of prank call?” and Canada can envision England’s scowl clearly even though England clearly has no clue who he is, Canada gives up and moves on with his day. England won’t be hurt that Canada never called if he can’t remember that Canada exists.
When he calls Russia the next day, he’s still a little shaken from calling England. It had been a particularly bad round of phone calls. Usually he gets England to listen to him on the third try and remember him on the fourth, but at six calls the day before nothing had improved. So he’s nervous, and he falls back on basic phone skills: nation name, indentify yourself quickly, know how to remind the nation you’re speaking with of who you are.
It’s a relieve that his announcement of, “Hello, it’s Canada speaking,” is met with a little giggle.
“Dorogoy,” Russia says tenderly, “Why do you announce yourself? And by your nation name! You said I didn’t have to call you by ‘Canada’.”
“S-sorry, Ivan,” he mumbles, “Habit.”
Cuba’s reaction when Canada calls is much the same: he got down recognizing Canada shortly before their relationship had started (years ago; what feels like ages). Sometimes Canada still finds it hard to believe that someone remembers him, but he knows that Cuba does from the way Cuba kisses him after they’ve been apart: a man starved for water.
“No,” Cuba says in the middle of Canada introducing himself, “I know who you are. Bad week?”
Canada really adores his boyfriends. He does not have to say into the phone Canada, Canada, Canada, we went on a date last week, I’ve slept in your beds and only be recognized when he says I’m America’s northern brother. His boyfriends know who he is.
different
When Russia is visiting America for diplomatic purposes, he can’t help but stop at Cuba’s house instead of going straight home. He calls first, of course, and then there he is, at that door, nervous because Canada isn’t there, and shouldn’t he be?
But Cuba’s grin is just as wide for him as it is for Canada. The door is just as open. They have slow sex and Russia lets Cuba be in charge, because this isn’t like before. Cuba is not a nation he is helping out of to make America angry, because Cuba believes in his ideals, and out of pity (or perhaps it was sympathy). That has not been the case for a long time, and he doubts it ever will be again.
This sex is consensual, unnecessary, and exploratory. They re-learn each others body’s, and then after wards they call Canada and have truly excellent phone sex, after which Russia and Canada agree to share a room for the world conference.
When You Could Touch (4/4)
anonymous
September 4 2010, 17:48:09 UTC
pride
It seems like there should be more opposition, Canada finds himself thinking when he walks into the world meeting hand-in-hand with Cuba and their bodies automatically take the steps necessary to reach Russia and sit with him, assuring that he is no longer alone. Maybe his invisibility has affected their relationship. Maybe, because he’s involved, no one can tell that they’re dating (except America; no one really listens to America).
Only across the room, France is looking at him fiercely, and England looks like he’s trying to set something on fire using only the might of his furrowed eyebrows and his eyes. Wisely, when Canada excuses himself to talk to one of his parental figures, he chooses to talk to France, not England. Anyway, England won’t have a problem with it for longer than the duration of the meeting, if that. England is very forgetful of him.
“Mon petite,” France mummers to him as they kiss each other on the cheeks in greeting, “I am worried for you, Mattieu. Russia… he is… euh…” France says softly, glancing behind Canada to where Cuba and Russia sit.
“Papa, things are going fine,” Canada says, “Things are going great.
This, at least, finally seems to reassure France. Still, France's eyes wander over Canada's shoulders to look at Cuba and Russia as he asks, “I thought you were dating Cuba…?”
France is the only nation to ever be even close to up-to-date in Canada’s life. He’s still not quite current, but Canada never even attempted to update him.
“Things changed, eh?” Canada says, “We both wanted it. Him. So…”
“Is that all it is? Want?”
“Non, papa, it is much more than want, something else much more and much different. But I do not know what else it is, yet.”
Canada likes the way that France is looking at him when their conversation ends: something between thank-god-that-English-pig-didn’t-repress-your-French-side and pride. Cuba and Russia are enough for Canada, but it’s nice to have more than enough, once in awhile.
tradition
Russia is a sweeter lover than Cuba remembers. He’s also about six hundred times more willing to cuddle than previously, which is just fine with Canada and Cuba. Except that this is a late afternoon romp, and with the bright sunlight pouring into the room, Canada and Cuba eventually get out of bed, to complaints from Russia.
“You are not staying?” he asks. Russia sounds at once terribly concerned and deeply confused. The hotel room is one that they had agreed to share, after all, and last time they had spent ages in bed together.
Cuba and Canada glance at each other, and then Canada starts to giggle while Cuba grins, and begins sorting out the clothing on the floor.
“We always go out for ice cream, after, if there’s time,” Canada says, “It’s kind of… a tradition. That we have.”
Russia bites his lip. “Can I come?” he asks. His nervousness is out of character. Cuba doesn’t like it: there shouldn’t even be a question there.
Cuba doesn’t like that Russia needs reassurance, but he gives it as easily as he breaths, because god, he wants this to work. “Mi cielo,” Cuba says to catch Russia’s attention. It is his nickname for Russia: my sky. “You go anywhere we go.”
He and Canada are always on the same page. “We wouldn’t leave you behind,” Canada adds, and kissing Russia soundly before tugging him off the bed, saying, “C’mon you can put vodka in yours or something. The place is just around the corner.”
The way Russia’s face lights up, the way Russia kisses Canada, the way Russia clambers off the bed, excited… that’s why this really has to work. Cuba hadn’t ever seen Russia happy, except with him and Canada. And Canada has never quite lit up like he does when he has these two boyfriends who adore him. And for Cuba, the sun has never shown brighter. If those are not reasons to make it work, what reason could there be?
Writernon here, of course! Whoo, this took me a lot longer than I had intended, sorry. But it's finished! OP, I'm pretty sure this is entirely within the parameters of your request but if not, uh... oops? Hopefully the next fluff bit won't take so long! Not sure what it's going to be; I have to go see who has dibs.
^^ I can't stop smiling! This is so sweet! How Canada and Cuba is trying to help Russia be more confident about this. How Russia is always so nervous. Perfect!!!!!
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anonymous
September 4 2010, 19:55:23 UTC
:D thanks. I only regret that Russia wasn't creepier, but I guess since my vague sense of when for this fluff says he's been democratic for at least ten years when this all happens, it isn't too much of a problem. (y'all are lucky that this is fluff; otherwise there would have been lots more problems for the poor dears.)
Re: When You Could Touch (4/4)
anonymous
September 4 2010, 19:42:29 UTC
OHMYGOD This is so CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!! /dies of fluff. Writernon, I'm sorry for incoherency, but this is sooooo freaking adorable. /flailing
<3 I've read the R/C/C in the library, is there any other fic of it anywhere? This threesome is so cute, and it /works/.
Re: When You Could Touch (4/4) (OP)
anonymous
September 5 2010, 00:35:49 UTC
Awwww! Nervous!Russia is precious, and everyone seems totally in-character. Though I'm more of a Franada and RoChu fan, this is a pairing I would definitely read more of. To be honest, I knew it was bound to be awesome, but I don't think I anticipated squeeing as much as I did.
TL;DR, Writernon makes OP cry tears of fangirl joy. :'D
writernon
anonymous
September 5 2010, 04:08:39 UTC
X3 I'm so proud of myself. Praise is good. No one ever reviews my other stuff like my nonporn fluff. Your request = saved my career as a writer for the meme. On my other fills no one loves me. D: *complain complain complain* Sorry.
There should definitely be more of this pairing, yes. I hope that I don't have to write it.
D: Awh! That's not cool. You deserve much love for being as awesome as you are. Your fills are epic and squee-ful. I wasn't imagining that this thread was going to be as big as it ended up being, but I'm glad there are people like me who prefer something nongraphic once in a while. ^^ Loooove you.
writernon
anonymous
September 6 2010, 01:45:21 UTC
I'm a little stunned at how long this is, too! Personally I really like smut, but really I love totally G fluff. It's adorable and writing it is fun, and I can show it to whomever I want without have to explain cross dressing and anal and stuff. XD I love you, too, OP. Maybe someday I'll deanon...
I linked to a few more fills down there. Both Russia/Canada. Because, uh, that's apparently what I write when left to my own devices.
writernon
anonymous
September 6 2010, 06:58:06 UTC
OP, the internet is for porn. Also, porn is good for you! But fluff is a healthier obsession to admit to in public. "What do you do in your free time?" A: "I READ AND WRITE PORN. LOTS OF PORN." or B: "I write about nice things! Fluff and stuff. =]" (hint, choose B)
will do! I'd have to pick a place to deanon though. XD a place that isn't LJ.
When he tells Ukraine, she doesn’t believe him at first. Fairly so, because Russia isn’t sure that he believes it, either. Maybe it would hurt other people, for their sister to be stunning that not one but two people are interested in them. But Russia thinks that Ukraine is right to be surprised. Especially because one of them is Canada, who (Russia knows, because he pays very close attention to Ukraine and to Canada, now) Ukraine considers herself to be good friends with. But Canada has not said anything to her yet.
“Maybe he thinks I wouldn’t approve,” Ukraine considered. Her lips were turned into a frown, which in turn made Russia frown.
“Nyet,” Russia said, “I think that he just… does not share with people, da?”
“I guess that that’s true,” Ukraine says. The smile returns to her face, and she hugs Russia. “I’m so happy for you,” she adds, “Canada is a wonderful nation, and I’m sure that Cuba is, too.”
Canada speaking
Canada tries to call England and wish him a happy birthday, but as usual England can’t figure out who ‘Canada’ is, and why such a person would call him. When they progressed to, “Is this some kind of prank call?” and Canada can envision England’s scowl clearly even though England clearly has no clue who he is, Canada gives up and moves on with his day. England won’t be hurt that Canada never called if he can’t remember that Canada exists.
When he calls Russia the next day, he’s still a little shaken from calling England. It had been a particularly bad round of phone calls. Usually he gets England to listen to him on the third try and remember him on the fourth, but at six calls the day before nothing had improved. So he’s nervous, and he falls back on basic phone skills: nation name, indentify yourself quickly, know how to remind the nation you’re speaking with of who you are.
It’s a relieve that his announcement of, “Hello, it’s Canada speaking,” is met with a little giggle.
“Dorogoy,” Russia says tenderly, “Why do you announce yourself? And by your nation name! You said I didn’t have to call you by ‘Canada’.”
“S-sorry, Ivan,” he mumbles, “Habit.”
Cuba’s reaction when Canada calls is much the same: he got down recognizing Canada shortly before their relationship had started (years ago; what feels like ages). Sometimes Canada still finds it hard to believe that someone remembers him, but he knows that Cuba does from the way Cuba kisses him after they’ve been apart: a man starved for water.
“No,” Cuba says in the middle of Canada introducing himself, “I know who you are. Bad week?”
Canada really adores his boyfriends. He does not have to say into the phone Canada, Canada, Canada, we went on a date last week, I’ve slept in your beds and only be recognized when he says I’m America’s northern brother. His boyfriends know who he is.
different
When Russia is visiting America for diplomatic purposes, he can’t help but stop at Cuba’s house instead of going straight home. He calls first, of course, and then there he is, at that door, nervous because Canada isn’t there, and shouldn’t he be?
But Cuba’s grin is just as wide for him as it is for Canada. The door is just as open. They have slow sex and Russia lets Cuba be in charge, because this isn’t like before. Cuba is not a nation he is helping out of to make America angry, because Cuba believes in his ideals, and out of pity (or perhaps it was sympathy). That has not been the case for a long time, and he doubts it ever will be again.
This sex is consensual, unnecessary, and exploratory. They re-learn each others body’s, and then after wards they call Canada and have truly excellent phone sex, after which Russia and Canada agree to share a room for the world conference.
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It seems like there should be more opposition, Canada finds himself thinking when he walks into the world meeting hand-in-hand with Cuba and their bodies automatically take the steps necessary to reach Russia and sit with him, assuring that he is no longer alone. Maybe his invisibility has affected their relationship. Maybe, because he’s involved, no one can tell that they’re dating (except America; no one really listens to America).
Only across the room, France is looking at him fiercely, and England looks like he’s trying to set something on fire using only the might of his furrowed eyebrows and his eyes. Wisely, when Canada excuses himself to talk to one of his parental figures, he chooses to talk to France, not England. Anyway, England won’t have a problem with it for longer than the duration of the meeting, if that. England is very forgetful of him.
“Mon petite,” France mummers to him as they kiss each other on the cheeks in greeting, “I am worried for you, Mattieu. Russia… he is… euh…” France says softly, glancing behind Canada to where Cuba and Russia sit.
“Papa, things are going fine,” Canada says, “Things are going great.
This, at least, finally seems to reassure France. Still, France's eyes wander over Canada's shoulders to look at Cuba and Russia as he asks, “I thought you were dating Cuba…?”
France is the only nation to ever be even close to up-to-date in Canada’s life. He’s still not quite current, but Canada never even attempted to update him.
“Things changed, eh?” Canada says, “We both wanted it. Him. So…”
“Is that all it is? Want?”
“Non, papa, it is much more than want, something else much more and much different. But I do not know what else it is, yet.”
Canada likes the way that France is looking at him when their conversation ends: something between thank-god-that-English-pig-didn’t-repress-your-French-side and pride. Cuba and Russia are enough for Canada, but it’s nice to have more than enough, once in awhile.
tradition
Russia is a sweeter lover than Cuba remembers. He’s also about six hundred times more willing to cuddle than previously, which is just fine with Canada and Cuba. Except that this is a late afternoon romp, and with the bright sunlight pouring into the room, Canada and Cuba eventually get out of bed, to complaints from Russia.
“You are not staying?” he asks. Russia sounds at once terribly concerned and deeply confused. The hotel room is one that they had agreed to share, after all, and last time they had spent ages in bed together.
Cuba and Canada glance at each other, and then Canada starts to giggle while Cuba grins, and begins sorting out the clothing on the floor.
“We always go out for ice cream, after, if there’s time,” Canada says, “It’s kind of… a tradition. That we have.”
Russia bites his lip. “Can I come?” he asks. His nervousness is out of character. Cuba doesn’t like it: there shouldn’t even be a question there.
Cuba doesn’t like that Russia needs reassurance, but he gives it as easily as he breaths, because god, he wants this to work. “Mi cielo,” Cuba says to catch Russia’s attention. It is his nickname for Russia: my sky. “You go anywhere we go.”
He and Canada are always on the same page. “We wouldn’t leave you behind,” Canada adds, and kissing Russia soundly before tugging him off the bed, saying, “C’mon you can put vodka in yours or something. The place is just around the corner.”
The way Russia’s face lights up, the way Russia kisses Canada, the way Russia clambers off the bed, excited… that’s why this really has to work. Cuba hadn’t ever seen Russia happy, except with him and Canada. And Canada has never quite lit up like he does when he has these two boyfriends who adore him. And for Cuba, the sun has never shown brighter. If those are not reasons to make it work, what reason could there be?
Writernon here, of course! Whoo, this took me a lot longer than I had intended, sorry. But it's finished! OP, I'm pretty sure this is entirely within the parameters of your request but if not, uh... oops?
Hopefully the next fluff bit won't take so long! Not sure what it's going to be; I have to go see who has dibs.
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THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
^^ I can't stop smiling! This is so sweet! How Canada and Cuba is trying to help Russia be more confident about this. How Russia is always so nervous. Perfect!!!!!
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(y'all are lucky that this is fluff; otherwise there would have been lots more problems for the poor dears.)
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Writernon, I'm sorry for incoherency, but this is sooooo freaking adorable. /flailing
<3 I've read the R/C/C in the library, is there any other fic of it anywhere? This threesome is so cute, and it /works/.
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I haven't seen any. ;-; I might have seen a request, but nothing filled. Which is a tragedy, because I want more but I don't want to have to write it.
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especially Cuba and France <3<3<3
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TL;DR, Writernon makes OP cry tears of fangirl joy. :'D
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*complain complain complain*
Sorry.
There should definitely be more of this pairing, yes. I hope that I don't have to write it.
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I linked to a few more fills down there. Both Russia/Canada. Because, uh, that's apparently what I write when left to my own devices.
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I'll go check out those fills. And if you do eventually de-anon, let me know here. :)
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"What do you do in your free time?"
A: "I READ AND WRITE PORN. LOTS OF PORN."
or
B: "I write about nice things! Fluff and stuff. =]"
(hint, choose B)
will do! I'd have to pick a place to deanon though. XD a place that isn't LJ.
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