Blue Lips 9
anonymous
November 29 2010, 17:23:56 UTC
The North American nation paused and then shifted his gaze further towards where his hand was. He squinted and then hissed as it brought the headache full on. Blue eyes rolled back towards what looked like a…a…man? Maybe? He couldn’t see anything without those glasses. But- wait. Ivan?
“…an?” he croaked out softly, mouth feeling like he had fallen headfirst into a pile of sand.
“Da.” The black, tan, and silvery blond blob shifted, wavering in his vision like a mirage.
So it was Russia, America thought. Shutting his eyes against the light and lack of vision, America took in a soft breath. Silence filled the room but the rhythmic beat of some machinery. Hm. So Ivan was sitting at his bedside and holding his hand.
Wait.
What?
“ ‘hy ‘re y’ ‘ere?” America muttered finally, licking his lips as he kept his eyes shut. There was a creak of something that could have been a chair or the mattress.
“You were in an accident, you remember?”
The blue-eyed nation simply hummed quietly. Silence blanketed them both and America wondered what he was doing. Honestly, if he were in an accident he would expect England or Canada to be there by his bedside, not Russia. Not that he was complaining though.
“The nurse said you would awake quicker if you had contact,” Russia said finally, his voice low and human against the sterile smells. Sometimes America had to wonder if he could read his thoughts.
“You have been out for a day. The crash was quite something.”
“The diver ‘kay?”
“Nyet. He is dead.” And suddenly there was a bout of laughter that forced America to open his eyes and look blurrily at the Russian sitting next to him. He could faintly see the smile on his lips. “Only you would ask if the driver is alright before knowing how you are.”
“Dude.” And that was all he muttered as protest.
America then pouted his cracked lips, but said nothing for once. It was too tiring to talk and it made his throat itch. He caught the scent of the fur, cold, wood smoke and sunflowers again, and let it fill his senses. The scent was calming and it helped him even his breathing after a minute or so. Finally, he heard the creak of a chair as he slackened his face and began to drift off again.
“I’ll keep watch, little America."
But that could have been him dreaming.
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New England!Authoress uses local slang, just so you know. Also questions how to end since mysterious OP is mysterious. TBC. <
Re: Blue Lips 9
anonymous
November 29 2010, 17:57:51 UTC
Oh wow, I just discovered this, and you started posting new parts while I was reading. Sometimes the gifts that the auto!refresh feature on my browser brings are like Christmas come early. <3 ... I probably should say that when the protagonist is lying in a hospital bed, huh? >_>
I'm loving your characterization here; usually in fics featuring these two in ANY kind of relationship, including as enemies or friends, at least one of them is either villainized or idealized, but they're both wonderfully human here. ... That's possibly an ironic choice of words, but seriously, they do feel quite real and believable.
As for the ending? It would be kind of nice to see them grow closer, either as friends or lovers. (Judging from mysterious!OP's bonus, s/he doesn't mind them becoming lovers as long as they weren't together, so that's still an option if you like it.) If you go the friends route, I might like to see a tiny bit of reflection on how their relationship has changed and is changing, if that inspires you. Of course things have changed since the Cold War, but what about since the Civil War? The two were presumably good friends between the American Revolution and the American Civil War (and a little after); they've changed, sure, but have they also come full circle?
Heh, whether either of those two would actually talk about that stuff is a different story, but I imagine if they spend time together (at Russia's place?) while America recuperates, some of this will be going on in the back of their minds. Perhaps they'll even enjoy spending time together; who knows? More shocking things have happened; I mean, after all, England and France have managed not to attack each other for years now! XD
... Texas!anon missed the local slang, apparently. What was it?
Oh, I forgot to mention my favorite thing! OTL I loved this: “I’ll keep watch, little America." This line gave me such lovely images for a fiercely protective Russia: very much like a wolf protecting an injured (younger) pack-mate. I almost wanted to say a mother wolf protecting an injured cub, but the age difference between them is not that great now, really. Besides, then I'd be obliged to make Mother Russia jokes.
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anonymous
November 29 2010, 22:28:45 UTC
Thanks for ideas :) New England slang: Things like 'Wicked this' or 'wicked that'...'Jeezum Crow'...Frikkin' A ( though that's more anywhere...) Was just mentioning since when I say them people give odd looks if there not from around here.
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anonymous
November 29 2010, 22:38:08 UTC
Ahaha, those all sound pretty normal to me, except for "Jeezum Crow," I guess. Although that's in the same vein as "frikkin' A," really; it gets you fewer disgruntled looks from older folks when you curse near them. ... Or at least the looks are not quite as angry and disapproving, anyway. XD (We say "daggnabbit" instead of "goddammit" sometimes, and I've gotten the weirdest looks in some states, so I kind of understand!)
Does it make Texans/Southerners lazy that we just say "Jeez" -- or "Geez" if you want to pretend the spelling makes it even less offensive XD -- instead of multiple syllables?
Can I guess where you're from? Is it Vermont? Curious!anon is curious.
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anonymous
November 30 2010, 01:17:43 UTC
Naw, that's not lazy. Probably more polite then us up here. I blame the snow. I'm along the border of Maine and New Hampshire, so a lot of Maine slang might be showing up when America is more coherent and not jacked up on morphine. :)
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anonymous
December 5 2010, 00:54:08 UTC
I love me some Maine slang. Not from way downeast myself (Though family is, de-ah) but grew up with it. Judas Priest is another one my grandmother uses on many occasions. But ... this is a wicked good fill. ;D
Re: Blue Lips 9
anonymous
November 29 2010, 18:34:37 UTC
I am at work, but I have to comment! Your fic totally made my day! :D Glad to see that America woke up! And Russia holding his hand! I love them both here!
Re: Blue Lips 9
anonymous
November 29 2010, 18:57:17 UTC
I am adoring this fill so, so very much! The way you write the characters are so distinctly them that it's easy to follow. Russia's observations about America are really telling and I like that. c: /watches this thread like a hawk
Re: Blue Lips 9
anonymous
November 29 2010, 21:06:17 UTC
I just love the characterization of Alfred and Ivan- they're so very real. Props to Alfred's muddy thought process while he's slowly gaining conscious; I can so totally imagine it.
Also I love Russia/America as a pairing, so I'm hoping it'll go the romance route eventually, haha. It'll be way cool if you can write them becoming friends and eventually becoming lovers/boyfriends/whatever. Don't know how long you want to make this fic though I would be so happy if it was a long one; haha more to read
And yeah like the above anon said, I imagine that as the two spend more time together they will be reflecting a lot about their relationship with one another.
The North American nation paused and then shifted his gaze further towards where his hand was. He squinted and then hissed as it brought the headache full on. Blue eyes rolled back towards what looked like a…a…man? Maybe? He couldn’t see anything without those glasses. But- wait. Ivan?
“…an?” he croaked out softly, mouth feeling like he had fallen headfirst into a pile of sand.
“Da.” The black, tan, and silvery blond blob shifted, wavering in his vision like a mirage.
So it was Russia, America thought. Shutting his eyes against the light and lack of vision, America took in a soft breath. Silence filled the room but the rhythmic beat of some machinery. Hm. So Ivan was sitting at his bedside and holding his hand.
Wait.
What?
“ ‘hy ‘re y’ ‘ere?” America muttered finally, licking his lips as he kept his eyes shut. There was a creak of something that could have been a chair or the mattress.
“You were in an accident, you remember?”
The blue-eyed nation simply hummed quietly. Silence blanketed them both and America wondered what he was doing. Honestly, if he were in an accident he would expect England or Canada to be there by his bedside, not Russia. Not that he was complaining though.
“The nurse said you would awake quicker if you had contact,” Russia said finally, his voice low and human against the sterile smells. Sometimes America had to wonder if he could read his thoughts.
“You have been out for a day. The crash was quite something.”
“The diver ‘kay?”
“Nyet. He is dead.” And suddenly there was a bout of laughter that forced America to open his eyes and look blurrily at the Russian sitting next to him. He could faintly see the smile on his lips. “Only you would ask if the driver is alright before knowing how you are.”
“Dude.” And that was all he muttered as protest.
America then pouted his cracked lips, but said nothing for once. It was too tiring to talk and it made his throat itch. He caught the scent of the fur, cold, wood smoke and sunflowers again, and let it fill his senses. The scent was calming and it helped him even his breathing after a minute or so. Finally, he heard the creak of a chair as he slackened his face and began to drift off again.
“I’ll keep watch, little America."
But that could have been him dreaming.
---
New England!Authoress uses local slang, just so you know. Also questions how to end since mysterious OP is mysterious. TBC. <
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I'm loving your characterization here; usually in fics featuring these two in ANY kind of relationship, including as enemies or friends, at least one of them is either villainized or idealized, but they're both wonderfully human here. ... That's possibly an ironic choice of words, but seriously, they do feel quite real and believable.
As for the ending? It would be kind of nice to see them grow closer, either as friends or lovers. (Judging from mysterious!OP's bonus, s/he doesn't mind them becoming lovers as long as they weren't together, so that's still an option if you like it.) If you go the friends route, I might like to see a tiny bit of reflection on how their relationship has changed and is changing, if that inspires you. Of course things have changed since the Cold War, but what about since the Civil War? The two were presumably good friends between the American Revolution and the American Civil War (and a little after); they've changed, sure, but have they also come full circle?
Heh, whether either of those two would actually talk about that stuff is a different story, but I imagine if they spend time together (at Russia's place?) while America recuperates, some of this will be going on in the back of their minds. Perhaps they'll even enjoy spending time together; who knows? More shocking things have happened; I mean, after all, England and France have managed not to attack each other for years now! XD
... Texas!anon missed the local slang, apparently. What was it?
Oh, I forgot to mention my favorite thing! OTL I loved this: “I’ll keep watch, little America." This line gave me such lovely images for a fiercely protective Russia: very much like a wolf protecting an injured (younger) pack-mate. I almost wanted to say a mother wolf protecting an injured cub, but the age difference between them is not that great now, really. Besides, then I'd be obliged to make Mother Russia jokes.
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New England slang: Things like 'Wicked this' or 'wicked that'...'Jeezum Crow'...Frikkin' A ( though that's more anywhere...) Was just mentioning since when I say them people give odd looks if there not from around here.
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Does it make Texans/Southerners lazy that we just say "Jeez" -- or "Geez" if you want to pretend the spelling makes it even less offensive XD -- instead of multiple syllables?
Can I guess where you're from? Is it Vermont? Curious!anon is curious.
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Not from way downeast myself (Though family is, de-ah) but grew up with it. Judas Priest is another one my grandmother uses on many occasions. But ... this is a wicked good fill. ;D
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Glad to see that America woke up! And Russia holding his hand! I love them both here!
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America woke up, poor guy, I hope he'll recover soon. But I like so much that part where Russia holds his hand <3
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Also I love Russia/America as a pairing, so I'm hoping it'll go the romance route eventually, haha. It'll be way cool if you can write them becoming friends and eventually becoming lovers/boyfriends/whatever. Don't know how long you want to make this fic though I would be so happy if it was a long one; haha more to read
And yeah like the above anon said, I imagine that as the two spend more time together they will be reflecting a lot about their relationship with one another.
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