Blue Lips 2
anonymous
November 27 2010, 03:49:44 UTC
“Allo?” A slightly groggy voice droned out from the speaker.
America made a face, scrunching it up and then sighed. “Ivan?”
There was a quick pause and America slid his hand quickly through his golden hair, damp now from the melting snow. On the other side of the line there was a moment’s pause and America could almost see Russia rolling over to blink at the clock as he was wont to do with calls he received in the middle of the night. Of course, he only knew that from sharing a hotel room with him once or twice. “Alfred?” there was a slightly static filled rustle of sheets, then; “I am not in the mood to be bothered by your silly little ideas or lack of remembrance of time zones.”
Yeah, if only it were that, America thought. At least he’d be safely sleeping in his home. A flash of light hit his rear view mirror and Alfred looked up to watch a car crest the top of the hill, swerve a bit and then trail down the dark road slowly. “It’s not that.”
The car was slowly driving and finally passed. Red taillights drifted in and out of the whorls of snow. Alfred looked away from the road and down at his lap. A crinkled and irritated sigh filled the speakers of the phone. “Then what, may I ask is the problem?”
Frikkin’ A. “I was driving and I hit some black ice, hitting the guardrail. You think you can call towing for me?”
“Why not do so yourself? You have a phone, da?”
Alfred tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, puffing his cheeks in a slight build up of annoyance. But it was too late at night to be angry. He fiddled with his mirrors and then switched on the hazard lights. Whoops. “Hey, bud. Listen.” Alfred began to turn the knobs of the dashboard, trying to keep the tenseness he felt out of his voice. “I’m in the middle of your place and have no idea who to call. You think you can chalk one up for me this time and just let it be?”
“You are here?” There was a click and America wondered if he had turned on a light.
“Duh. The conference you’re hosting?”
“That is not for a few more days.” Russia’s voice sounded both curious and groggy. “ Where are you? I will come get you.”
Huh? America looked at his phone to see if he had the wrong number, or if by magic he had made it a conference call. Was the Russian really showing some heart? Still dazed, America was looking at the light of the digital clock in the car.
“America?”
“Oh, uh…sorry. I’m still here.” The phones sounded as though he were moving about. “Uh, a side road off of …M-7?”
“That is useful,” Russia muttered sardonically from the other end of the line.
“Look, just call towing and I’ll see you at the conference.” Alfred was playing with his seatbelt now, clicking himself in and out of the seat. Really, did he have to be so annoying?
“Nyet. Even if I do, you must still tell me where you are sitting. It is a bad night out.”
“Alright, hold on.” Alfred took his phone away from his ear, using the mobile’s multitasking and finding after a minute or two of loading where he was on the Internet map. He finally muttered his location and continued to click and un-click the seat belt.
“Do not do anything stupid. I will be right there, you are lucky I am close.”
“Allo?” A slightly groggy voice droned out from the speaker.
America made a face, scrunching it up and then sighed. “Ivan?”
There was a quick pause and America slid his hand quickly through his golden hair, damp now from the melting snow. On the other side of the line there was a moment’s pause and America could almost see Russia rolling over to blink at the clock as he was wont to do with calls he received in the middle of the night. Of course, he only knew that from sharing a hotel room with him once or twice. “Alfred?” there was a slightly static filled rustle of sheets, then; “I am not in the mood to be bothered by your silly little ideas or lack of remembrance of time zones.”
Yeah, if only it were that, America thought. At least he’d be safely sleeping in his home. A flash of light hit his rear view mirror and Alfred looked up to watch a car crest the top of the hill, swerve a bit and then trail down the dark road slowly. “It’s not that.”
The car was slowly driving and finally passed. Red taillights drifted in and out of the whorls of snow. Alfred looked away from the road and down at his lap. A crinkled and irritated sigh filled the speakers of the phone. “Then what, may I ask is the problem?”
Frikkin’ A. “I was driving and I hit some black ice, hitting the guardrail. You think you can call towing for me?”
“Why not do so yourself? You have a phone, da?”
Alfred tapped the steering wheel with his index finger, puffing his cheeks in a slight build up of annoyance. But it was too late at night to be angry. He fiddled with his mirrors and then switched on the hazard lights. Whoops. “Hey, bud. Listen.” Alfred began to turn the knobs of the dashboard, trying to keep the tenseness he felt out of his voice. “I’m in the middle of your place and have no idea who to call. You think you can chalk one up for me this time and just let it be?”
“You are here?” There was a click and America wondered if he had turned on a light.
“Duh. The conference you’re hosting?”
“That is not for a few more days.” Russia’s voice sounded both curious and groggy. “ Where are you? I will come get you.”
Huh? America looked at his phone to see if he had the wrong number, or if by magic he had made it a conference call. Was the Russian really showing some heart? Still dazed, America was looking at the light of the digital clock in the car.
“America?”
“Oh, uh…sorry. I’m still here.” The phones sounded as though he were moving about. “Uh, a side road off of …M-7?”
“That is useful,” Russia muttered sardonically from the other end of the line.
“Look, just call towing and I’ll see you at the conference.” Alfred was playing with his seatbelt now, clicking himself in and out of the seat. Really, did he have to be so annoying?
“Nyet. Even if I do, you must still tell me where you are sitting. It is a bad night out.”
“Alright, hold on.” Alfred took his phone away from his ear, using the mobile’s multitasking and finding after a minute or two of loading where he was on the Internet map. He finally muttered his location and continued to click and un-click the seat belt.
“Do not do anything stupid. I will be right there, you are lucky I am close.”
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