Dreams in Digital (2/?)
anonymous
October 28 2010, 06:23:37 UTC
click, click, click
America stirred; the light click of the mouse was drowning out the shuffling of fabric around him. It was morning. The light felt warm as it streamed through the window onto his face. Had he forgotten to close the blinds again? He pulled his blankets tighter around himself, basking in their warm coziness. He could totally stay there all day and be happy as a clam. What a strange turn of phrase that was; happy as a clam. What did it mean?
click, click, clickclickclick
Hm. Someone was using his computer. That was nice. But, really, where did the phrase come from? Could clams feel emotions? What would they be happy about? How could anyone tell if they were happy when they didn’t even have mouths? It was like…someone was using his computer. There was someone in his room, using his computer. He pulled down the blanket slightly as he opened his eyes.
“Tony…?” Tony had his own computers; he wouldn’t use America’s. He focused on the other figure sitting at the computer. He was much larger than his alien friend. America rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t just dreaming the person that was in his room.
“Hey, I didn’t know that the game was this graphic! Who knew that you could have gay sims, and that you could make them have a naughty that isn’t hidden by blankets?” Australia turned to look at America. “It’s about time you woke up. I opened the blinds and everything, but you just rolled over and kept sleeping.”
America blinked a few times, staring blankly at the screen. Australia was watching Alfred and Jack go at it. Why was Jack on top? No. Not important right now. He was watching his pixel creations having gay sex on his computer.
“And then I tried poking your shoulder a few times but you shoved a pillow in my face. Do I have a bruise here? You don’t really restrain yourself when you’re asleep, do you?” Australia was pointing to his eye, oblivious to America’s silent trauma.
Oh, hey. He didn’t know that the hack had also included sound effects. He also didn’t realize he had the volume on the computer that loud. Was he the only one hearing all the panting and moaning coming from the speakers?
“Anyway, you’re up now. Canada’s making breakfast downstairs with New Zealand. Was it just the four of us going in on this?”
America couldn’t tear his eyes away from the computer screen; from Alfred and Jack. He was torn between conflicting emotions. He was mortified. He wondered if Australia realized that he was the only other digitalized nation other than himself. That Jack was created specifically for Alfred’s pleasure. That he just wanted to sit down at the computer and watch the two making full use of everything he had downloaded for the moment when he got the two of them to fall in love. He really wanted to do that right now. But he wanted to curl up under the blankets and hide.
A hand dropped in his face, waving a few times.
“Yo. I know that what’s happening on the screen there is hot and all. But, come on. Didn’t you hear me? Canada is making breakfast.” Breakfast. Breakfast was food. Food was good. America finally pulled himself away from the screen and looked at Australia. He was so gorgeous in the morning.
“Breakfast?”
Australia stared blankly at him for a moment. “Yes. Breakfast. That collection of various foods that it is eaten in the morning to give you energy for the day.” America blinked as Australia leaned over, hooking his arms under America’s shoulders and pulled him out of bed. “Come on! I never realized you were such a bludger in the morning! Where’s all that energy of yours, mate?”
America felt his cheeks warming as Australia tumbled back with the force of his dead weight, sending them both to the ground in a heap. He had barely said two words himself, and he was already well on his way to ruining any chances with Australia. He stared down at Australia beneath him, swallowing heavily.
Dreams in Digital (2/?)
anonymous
October 28 2010, 06:25:35 UTC
“America…” Australia stared back up at him. Oh! Was he going to realize he was madly in love with America and kiss him now? It happened in all of his movies, anyway. The moment was ruined before he had a chance to determine if it was beginning by frantic footsteps moving upstairs. America’s attention immediately snapped back to the computer, where Alfred and Jack were having a fantastic time of it, loudly. He scrambled, reaching for the mouse feebly on the desk above them, exiting the program just as the door opened.
“America? Australia? Are you okay? New Zealand and I heard a loud crash from downstairs, and…” Canada’s voice trailed off as he stared at them. America blinked and looked down. In his scramble to reach the computer, he’d managed to work himself forward on Australia enough to be crotch to face with him with only the thin fabric of his boxers between them. “Right. Well. Breakfast is done downstairs. New Zealand and I will just go pick out the present, and you two can, uh, continue whatever it is you’re doing. We’ll just tell you how much you owe…”
“No, really, it’s not what it looks like, Canada! We-“ The door to his room closed and America’s head fell to his chest in defeat as his protests were ignored. There was a tap at his hip and he glanced down again. He was still in Australia’s face. Even worse was that Australia’s breath was warm, and right there, and just thinking about it was making him hard. Oh great hamburgers in the heavens. He rolled off Australia quickly. “Sorry! Sorry! I am so sorry!”
Australia didn’t say anything as he picked himself up, straightening out his shirt and adjusting his pants. America shifted uncomfortably where he was backed up against his bed. He reached up, pulling down his blanket to wrap around himself. The silence permeating the room was awkward. Outside, a car roared to life and slowly rolled out of the driveway. It was just the two of them now.
“I’ll be downstairs.” Australia turned and left the room. America groaned as he leaned his head back on his mattress. Someone upstairs really hated him.
Re: Dreams in Digital (2/?)
anonymous
October 28 2010, 23:50:51 UTC
OMG I love the brotherly relationship you gave everybody here! Canada's entrance was the most epic thing in the chapter, of course (are the other two going to think America and Australia are together now?), but poor America's paralisis in fear and arousal is really close. And of course, Australia's general being, with the carefree atittude about the horny avatars and joking around about America's slow awakening. Methinks he got a bit worked up there in the end and was so cold because he was afraid his boner would catch America's attention...man, I can't wait for the next chapter!
Re: Dreams in Digital (2/?)
anonymous
November 7 2010, 19:35:23 UTC
I just now found this fill. And I am LOVING every single word of it! Oh America, why must you be so adorkable? 8D
Australia stared blankly at him for a moment. “Yes. Breakfast. That collection of various foods that is eaten in the morning to give you energy for the day.”
I think this is my favorite line in the entire thing.
America stirred; the light click of the mouse was drowning out the shuffling of fabric around him. It was morning. The light felt warm as it streamed through the window onto his face. Had he forgotten to close the blinds again? He pulled his blankets tighter around himself, basking in their warm coziness. He could totally stay there all day and be happy as a clam. What a strange turn of phrase that was; happy as a clam. What did it mean?
click, click, clickclickclick
Hm. Someone was using his computer. That was nice. But, really, where did the phrase come from? Could clams feel emotions? What would they be happy about? How could anyone tell if they were happy when they didn’t even have mouths? It was like…someone was using his computer. There was someone in his room, using his computer. He pulled down the blanket slightly as he opened his eyes.
“Tony…?” Tony had his own computers; he wouldn’t use America’s. He focused on the other figure sitting at the computer. He was much larger than his alien friend. America rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t just dreaming the person that was in his room.
“Hey, I didn’t know that the game was this graphic! Who knew that you could have gay sims, and that you could make them have a naughty that isn’t hidden by blankets?” Australia turned to look at America. “It’s about time you woke up. I opened the blinds and everything, but you just rolled over and kept sleeping.”
America blinked a few times, staring blankly at the screen. Australia was watching Alfred and Jack go at it. Why was Jack on top? No. Not important right now. He was watching his pixel creations having gay sex on his computer.
“And then I tried poking your shoulder a few times but you shoved a pillow in my face. Do I have a bruise here? You don’t really restrain yourself when you’re asleep, do you?” Australia was pointing to his eye, oblivious to America’s silent trauma.
Oh, hey. He didn’t know that the hack had also included sound effects. He also didn’t realize he had the volume on the computer that loud. Was he the only one hearing all the panting and moaning coming from the speakers?
“Anyway, you’re up now. Canada’s making breakfast downstairs with New Zealand. Was it just the four of us going in on this?”
America couldn’t tear his eyes away from the computer screen; from Alfred and Jack. He was torn between conflicting emotions. He was mortified. He wondered if Australia realized that he was the only other digitalized nation other than himself. That Jack was created specifically for Alfred’s pleasure. That he just wanted to sit down at the computer and watch the two making full use of everything he had downloaded for the moment when he got the two of them to fall in love. He really wanted to do that right now. But he wanted to curl up under the blankets and hide.
A hand dropped in his face, waving a few times.
“Yo. I know that what’s happening on the screen there is hot and all. But, come on. Didn’t you hear me? Canada is making breakfast.” Breakfast. Breakfast was food. Food was good. America finally pulled himself away from the screen and looked at Australia. He was so gorgeous in the morning.
“Breakfast?”
Australia stared blankly at him for a moment. “Yes. Breakfast. That collection of various foods that it is eaten in the morning to give you energy for the day.” America blinked as Australia leaned over, hooking his arms under America’s shoulders and pulled him out of bed. “Come on! I never realized you were such a bludger in the morning! Where’s all that energy of yours, mate?”
America felt his cheeks warming as Australia tumbled back with the force of his dead weight, sending them both to the ground in a heap. He had barely said two words himself, and he was already well on his way to ruining any chances with Australia. He stared down at Australia beneath him, swallowing heavily.
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“America? Australia? Are you okay? New Zealand and I heard a loud crash from downstairs, and…” Canada’s voice trailed off as he stared at them. America blinked and looked down. In his scramble to reach the computer, he’d managed to work himself forward on Australia enough to be crotch to face with him with only the thin fabric of his boxers between them. “Right. Well. Breakfast is done downstairs. New Zealand and I will just go pick out the present, and you two can, uh, continue whatever it is you’re doing. We’ll just tell you how much you owe…”
“No, really, it’s not what it looks like, Canada! We-“ The door to his room closed and America’s head fell to his chest in defeat as his protests were ignored. There was a tap at his hip and he glanced down again. He was still in Australia’s face. Even worse was that Australia’s breath was warm, and right there, and just thinking about it was making him hard. Oh great hamburgers in the heavens. He rolled off Australia quickly. “Sorry! Sorry! I am so sorry!”
Australia didn’t say anything as he picked himself up, straightening out his shirt and adjusting his pants. America shifted uncomfortably where he was backed up against his bed. He reached up, pulling down his blanket to wrap around himself. The silence permeating the room was awkward. Outside, a car roared to life and slowly rolled out of the driveway. It was just the two of them now.
“I’ll be downstairs.” Australia turned and left the room. America groaned as he leaned his head back on his mattress. Someone upstairs really hated him.
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Oh my God this fill is going to be the death of me.
How could I not have read this before.
owo
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"what’s happening on the screen there is hot and all" = take note, America, take note!
more, more!
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Way to go America. Not only did your crush see your digital pron, you rubbed your crotch in his face. XD;
Whatever will you do?! XD;;;
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Australia stared blankly at him for a moment. “Yes. Breakfast. That collection of various foods that is eaten in the morning to give you energy for the day.”
I think this is my favorite line in the entire thing.
*bookmarks*
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