Holding Out For A Hero (part 3f)
anonymous
February 16 2011, 02:55:58 UTC
Russia straightened up, his person catching into the shine of the Christmas lights, making him sparkle. No shit, he was really sparkling. What the hell?!?! America felt himself blush.
Russia gave him his non-psycho killer smile, which made America melt. "I am always good at aeronautics. Flight should not be problem." Then he turned to Australia. "Privyet, Avstraliya."
"Hello," Australia said in a small sheepish voice.
America didn't even realize that he was staring at the sparkling Russia until Australia kicked him gently on the ribs. He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts in place. "H-Hey. Y-You." He facepalmed inwardly.
"Privyet," Russia said with a smile. "I am sorry I am being late. There have been many unprecedented delays. I was not able to make call."
America stood up so fast he almost knocked Russia's face with his forehead. "H-Hey, it's no biggie. I-I guess Aeroflot musta been having a full house today, huh?"
Russia chuckled. "Ah, I was not riding Aeroflot for today. I decide to board Aircanada because it was having soonest schedule."
America merely looked at him. Canada?
"Do not be worrying. Ottawa was beautiful city covered in snow. Very much like homeland. I was feeling very much at home with nice people. It has been long time since my last visit."
America swallowed. Maybe Scotland had a point earlier? He shook his head again, willing the thoughts away. Canada wasn't going to betray him, no way. "Wow...uh...I don't...I don't know what to say..."
Russia tilted his head, looking at the game screen behind America where virtual Soviet soldiers were being run over by tanks. With lightning speed, America quickly unplugged the console, earning a small cry of protest from Australia.
"America was playing video games?"
"What?" America asked, his tone high-pitched. "I wasn't playing. Who's playing? What are video games? I've never ever heard of them in my life. You're talking nonsense. How's the weather outside?" Real smooth.
"Weather is cold but no snow," Russia informed him, maintaining his smile, then he looked down to what had been America's seat earlier. Where he'd put the CDs. Of Soviet war games. And Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Fuck.
"Ame--"
America quickly took them and threw them across the room. Somebody yelped in pain as they got hit by the plastic cases.
Russia looked towards where America had thrown the CDs. "Was that bei--"
"Uh...hey, you really had long delays, I mean, it's already two in the morning."
Russia looked back at him. "Da. But I am not being angry."
America pulled Russia away from the video games before he could find anything more that could hurt America's chance of getting lucky tonight. "Why was it delayed though?"
"I do not know," Russia answered. "I was not told reason."
America pushed down the thought that screamed that Canada was up to something.
"Ah!" Russia exclaimed, looking like he remembered something. He rummaged throgh his pockets and showed America a piece of paper that had the word 'America' printed out on it. "It appears that I am having you again for Secret Santa this year, da?"
"Wow, what a total coincidence! Me too!" America exclaimed, feeling a little guilty at rigging the secret Santa assignments. Russia really seemed to be buying that they keep getting each other out of a computer glitch. He felt bad for lying to him to his face.
"That is being strange," Russia said, smile not wavering. "Perhaps you should be letting Estoniya take a look at your systems, da? So that you will not be having more problems with technology."
Great, now he looked like an idiot. At least that was way better than being seen as a liar.
Okay, he needed to stay positive. It's Christmas eve, and he was going to get at least one mistletoe kiss before the party was over. More importantly, he made his gift for Russia! Oh yeah. Canada had always commented about how he wasn't handy. Hahaha Take that, ya lousy Canuck! America was so totally handy, he just didn't feel like getting his hands dirty all the time, that's all. But he was totally handy and artistic, no matter what Canada said.
Holding Out For A Hero (part 3g)
anonymous
February 16 2011, 02:59:02 UTC
America blinked. Damn, he spaced out again. He quickly rushed over to the closet and pulled out his gift, then rushed back to Russia. Usually, he would spend lots of time thinking of what to buy for Christmas as early as August, but this time, he settled to a home-made gift after Michelle commented on how these kinds of gifts were so much sweeter than those you buy from the mall. He spent months on this little art project. He always heard about Russia loving sunflowers but not getting enough of them in a year. So, America decided to make him one. America decided on Russia's gift using simple arithmetic--adding in everything that Russia liked. The keywords he'd come up with were 'sunflower', 'faucet pipes', 'Winnie the Pooh' and 'wool'. So he made an artificial sunflower of faucet pipes with a cute Winnie the Pooh plushie clutching at its stem and a brown piece of wool stuck at the bottom to hold it in place in the clay pot he made himself. All in all, it costed around half the price of a second-hand car. Don't ask how that happened, it just did.
Russia's smile, if anything, grew a little wider along with his eyes. "Amerika, what is this?"
"It's your gift!" America said, pushing his gift toward Russia who accepted it after looking at it for a few moments--probably struck by its awesomeness or something.
"Amerika...is learning how to weld metal. How nice."
America raised a brow at him. "Dude, I've always known how to weld metal."
"Ah," Russia said, setting his gift aside. "My gift is being outside. You are wanting to see--"
Before Russia could even finish his sentence, America had already run out the door in excitement. Ohgodohgodohgod what could it be? It was probably something fucking huge if it needed to be outside. Could it be a plane? Or a rocket? HOLY FUCKING SHIT, A SPACESHIP?!?!?! He wrenched the door open pretty hard, almost tearing the door off its hinges.
America's eyes bulged and his smile grew so wide that it could've split his face. In front of him was a sleigh tied to three majestic-looking horses that looked like it came out from a Disney princess movie.
"A troika!" Russia said in that quiet grand way of his as soon as he caught up with him. "This is reason why I was being late. I am remembering that you have not ridden in one, da?"
"Yes. Absolutely! This is going to be my first time riding it!" Which was, definitely an outright lie. He had, actually, already ridden a troika, back in his younger days. Being young and reasonably newly independent, America (because of his little puppy crush on Russia) had tried driving a troika by himself. He had no prior experience and it therefore predictably ended in him mildly fracturing his elbow, splitting his lip and having the nail from his right big toe pulled out clean off. Thank God he was a nation. Only James Madison knew about it, and it was never mentioned again, for obvious reasons. But despite the trauma it was threatening to resurface, America found himself more than willing to ride in once again, because, really--this spelled romance in bright cheesy blinking neon lights. Sure, it wasn't a space ship ride with an "A Whole New World" style to it, but this--this spelt Disney romance, and America, among other things, was always romantic.
He wasn't going to let this pass even if he had to lose a tooth for it.
He looked up at Russia, with loving eyes, with the intent to thank him for the romantic gesture but stopped before he could start at the sight of Russia's frown. "What's wrong?"
Russia bit his lip in that cute way he always did. "I was hoping that there would be snow because of frozen East Coast. We cannot be riding with such a carriage."
He was right. Damn. Why'd this have to happen when he picked Houston this year?
"Hey, don't worry about it," he cooed Russia, despite feeling the disappointment as well. "We can ride it again some other time, okay?" Although in truth, he would have ridden it even without the snow.
"We should be setting date later when we are not busy, da?"
Holding Out For A Hero (part 3h)
anonymous
February 16 2011, 03:01:37 UTC
"We should be setting date later when we are not busy, da?"
America looked at his Russkie bear, feeling warmth spread through his chest. This was enough. Sure, he didn't get to ride it with him (and maybe at the back of his mind, he really was relieved), but the fact that Russia had gone through so much just to give him this--it was enough. He grinned up at Russia.
"You will be loving it," Russia continued, looking back at his gift. "Kitai was very afraid of his turn."
Wait, what?
He felt his jaw stiffen. "C-China's ridden one too?"
"Da."
He swallowed. "With--With you?"
"Da," Russia said with a chuckle. "He was very terrified of speed."
America opened his mouth, and then closed it again. Damn it. Even if he didn't attend, China was still ruining his time with Russia. But wait, he acted like a wuss, didn't he? The thought of China showing himself to be a wuss emboldened him. When it was his turn, he was going to show bravery like a true hero. He wasn't going to be a sissy. He smiled. China was probably a gigantic turn off that time. He laughed. "I could imagine."
"Da. He would not release me from embrace even after the ride."
America's jaw dropped. Oh that fucking whore.
Russia yawned. "We must get back inside. America is not very fond of the cold."
America frowned, hardly noticing that he had been shivering. Russia merely smiled at him and glided inside, America following his trail.
He inhaled deeply. Okay, positive thoughts, positive thoughts. If he was going to make this Christmas memorable, he had to think positive and stop focusing at breaking China's face by accident with his elbow in the next meeting. Negativity wasn't going to attract Russia.
Time for some mistletoe action.
"Hey," he said, falling in step with the larger nation.
"Hmmmm?"
America ducked as a flying bottle of beer whizzed above his head. "You must be thirsty from that really long trip, right?"
"Hmmmm...now that you are mentioning it..."
America brightened at this. "Great!" he grabbed Russia's wrist. "Come on--" he tugged, but Russia refused to move. He looked back at the larger nation.
"It is all right, Amerika," he said with a smile, brandishing a bottle of vodkha with the hand that America wasn't gripping on. "I am being prepared. No need for you to struggle in crowd for beverage."
Never in his life had America looked at a bottle of vodkha with so much venom. Okay, so that's two mistletoe destinations down. Or maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe if, you know, Russia's vodkha just happened to drop and crash on the floor, he'd need another drink. And if he was lucky, Russia would catch him in his arms, which would hopefully lead to...well, you know. America smiled inwardly.
"Hey, that's great--" he started, before intentionally falling over, his hand mindfully raised up to knock the bottle out of the other's hand.
It was all in slow motion, he could see it, as the wind rushed against his face, Russia's eyes slowly widened and he lost his balance--his hand was there--almost--almost--but Russia's lightning speed got the bottle out of the way and soon, America's face was intimately acquainted with his floor.
Fuck.
"Amerika is already being drunk, da?" Russia asked America who was face down on his floor, casually. The bottle safe in his grip.
America sprang up almost immediately. "No! No, why would you say that? I never even drank anything the whole night!"
"Ah! Clumsy then."
America internally berated himself. Great, aside from being technologically impaired, he was a clumsy idiot too. This was definitely an off-day for him. Plus he can't try to knock the bottle out of Russia's hand now, it'd look mighty suspicious.
Then, all of a sudden, a football flew out of nowhere and hit Russia's hand, knocking the bottle into the ground where it shattered like a newly-laid egg. The sound was akin to choirs of cherubs singing the Star-Spangled banner. America would have shed tears of admiration. Nothing could be more beautiful.
Russia sent a particularly powerful death glare to the general direction of where the football came from, which was oddly devoid of people in a matter of nanoseconds. America knew he invited the right people to his party.
Holding Out For A Hero (part 3i)
anonymous
February 16 2011, 03:05:01 UTC
"So..." America said, doing his hardest to keep the goofy grin off his face. "Let's get a drink then?"
Russia looked back at him again, smiling in a way that reminded America of the freezing gulag in his nightmares. "Not to be worrying, Amerika," Russia said, whipping out another bottle of vodkha pretty much like an awesome sherriff would have done with a gun. America would have stared in awe if it didn't just ruin his plans again. "I have come prepared."
"B-B-B--"
"Besides, I am thinking Kanada is enjoying drinking station, da?" he said cheerfully, cocking his head towards the said area,
America raised an eyebrow at him and then turned his head towards that direction, his jaw dropping at the sight.
Canada was there, under the mistletoe he'd put up. His face was...well, there was no other proper way to describe it: his face was being assaulted by Denmark's mouth. It almost looked like the guy was trying to eat him. Both of his arms were trapped to his sides as Denmark's hands helped themselves with Canada's behind.
Lucky bastard. That mistletoe was supposed to be for his and Russia's use!
"We should not be interfering," Russia adviced, holding his elbow and leading him elsewere. They were almost back to the couch, now devoid of Australia, when America remembered about the mistletoe by the gifts.
He stopped Russia and started leading him over towards that location. "Hey, hey, let's go over to the gifts!"
"But Amerika has already given gift."
Shit. That's right. He was sort of embarassed about putting Russia's gift with the others because he knew France or England was going to comment about how it wasn't artistic. Snobby bastards. "Uh...yeah, but...uh...there's uh...there's a big...a huge Christmas tree over there!" he said, suddenly remembering the Christmas tree he had painstakingly decorated.
"Da, I am seeing it from here," Russia said plainly. "I am not wanting to go near it."
America frowned. "Why not?"
"It is having too much glitte--"
"Russie!" Someone shouted from behind them. They both turned around to see France, who was thankfully fully clothed still, although the colour of his face gave away a hint that he was already probably drunk. Germany came behind him.
"Frantsiya!" Russia cried, taking France in a rib-crushing embrace.
America felt a twinge of jealousy. Russia never greeted him like that.
Russia released him, but they were still holding hands like an excited--
"Bunch of girls," slipped through America's mouth before he could stop himself. God damn his sharp humorous wit.
France and Russia took a moment to glare at him, the latter's glare making his insides shrink, before putting attention back to each other.
"When did you arrive? I did not see you come in earlier!"
"It was being a few minutes ago. I was having problems with flight."
"Oh, but you don't look it, mon cher," France purred, fixing Russia's scarf. Oh now, wait a minute. That scarf was a no-touching zone! Why was France allowed to touch it? "You're even wearing glitter! Your skin is practically sparkling!" he added with a strange expression on his face that was directed at America.
"It is not intentional," Russia said with a small smile. "I am not being able to remove it when I sneeze at large glittery neon invitation."
America felt heat in his ears. Oh god, he wasn't going to talk about the invitation, right? He was the one who received the largest (and awesomest) one. The rest had received the same generic ones(except for China). If France found out about it, he wouldn't hear the end of it.
France quirked an eyebrow at him. "Invitation?"
"Da. Its being invitation for this--"
"So how do you like the party so far, France?" America cut in, rather hastily.
France looked at him, bewildered. "It is fine, mon cher. A very American Christmas, if I do say so myself."
America grinned at him widely. Oh yeah. That just meant it was the awesomest Christmas in the entire world.
"That is being interesting choice of belt buckle, Frantsiya," Russia commented.
France looked back at him. "Oui," said in his most sultry voice. "It is the belt buckle of l'Amour de Noel."
Holding Out For A Hero (part 3j)
anonymous
February 16 2011, 03:08:07 UTC
At this, Germany flushed bright red from behind France.
"Eh?"
"Mistletoe, mon cher!" France said, laughing. "You know the tradition, non? You must kiss the person nearest--"
And before America or Germany could stop it from happening, Russia leaned down and pecked France on the lips. America's jaw dropped in terror. That was supposed to be his kiss!
"I have fulfilled tradition?"
France giggled, "Rightly so."
America grabbed Russia by the elbow. "Uh...let's go over there in the kitchen! See you two later, France!"
France bade them goodbye and Russia followed his lead meekly.
"Is something wrong, Amerika?"
"No," America said, scowling. Just that some other guy got kissed and hugged by you while I got none.
"Where are we going?"
"To the kitchen," America said absent-mindedly, unlocking the padlock he put on the kitchen door. "I kinda want some burgers and I'm pretty sure England already finished the first batch."
He opened the door. They stopped at the doorway at the sight of Mexico and some former Soviet guy making out under another mistletoe, which he didn't even put up. Wait, so some people brought their own mistletoe? And wait, they fucking picked his lock and locked the kitchen again so they can make-out?! What the hell?
"It seems that guests are enjoying Christmas decorations," Russia observed.
A little too much. This was ridiculous. Why was everybody else benefitting from the decorations except him?
"I am thinking we should let them be," Russia said, leaving America to glare at the couple for a few seconds before following the taller man.
Okay, so the last two mistletoe destinations left were: the one by the Christmas tree and the one in his room. He still had chances.
America led him to the Christmas tree by going through pretty much the entire house so that Russia didn't realize that he was being led to the tree. He was going to get his Christmas kiss by hook or by crook. They stopped just a few feet away from it.
"It is beautiful," Russia said, smiling at his awesome Christmas tree.
Damn right, it was.
"Are those being matryoshka?" his guest asked curiously, narrowing his eyes at the make-shift matryoshka decorations he put up in the tree. He'd put up a lot of other decorations that represented his friends, after all, it was Christmas and he wanted something that symbolized the whole world being close together. Although naturally, he surrounded matryoshka dolls with his plastic burger and cowboy hat decorations, which seemed to take the shape of a heart, now that he was looking at it again.
He blushed. He didn't really mean for that to happen, but hopefully Russia catches the hint somehow. He looked at Russia, who was practically sparkling under the Christmas lights. His breath caught in his throat. It was almost like he got sprayed by Tinkerbell's fairy dust, or fireflies or whatever. Or maybe he was just really that beautiful.
Russia reached out and touched the decoration that was supposed to represent him, and then looked at his fingers which were now covered in gold glitter. "Glitter," he said with a voice that almost sounded like that of horror but it couldn't be because this was Christmas and there was nothing wrong with glitter. "It is very nice."
"Thanks," America said, blushing some more, and then he noticed that the mistletoe was directly above them. This couldn't have happened in a better background. They were directly in front of America's subliminal decoration, with the Christmas lights making Russia sparkle. America grinned widely and closed his eyes, puckering his lips slightly as Russia and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
He cracked one eye open and saw Russia looking at him with a raised brow. "Did Amerika get glitter in eye?"
"W-What?"
Russia took his wrist. "Come, we should be washing it out with water. Where is bathroom?"
"I-I don't want to go to the bathroom!" Damn it, they were under a mistletoe right here! Why the fuck would they go somewhere without one?
Russia looked at him in surprise. "You are wanting for me to wash it out with vodkha?"
"No!" America said, almost in tears. God damn it, how can he not see it? It was practically six inches from his forehead!
Russia let go of his wrist. "I am not understanding problem."
Holding Out For A Hero (part 3k)
anonymous
February 16 2011, 03:09:55 UTC
"Okay," America inhaled. "I don't have glitter in my eyes."
"Ah," Russia said, confusion only slightly leaving his expression. "You were looking as if you were in pain."
"I wasn't," America said, swallowing. He quickly tried to think of a way to make Russia notice the mistletoe right above them. Okay, he can still do this while keeping his pride. "Hey...uh...you had a long flight, right?"
"...da..." Russia replied rather warily.
"You should...uh...do that neck exercise thing, you know, in case it's sore and all," he said, placing his hands on both sides of Russia's face, planning to manuever his head so that he'd face the ceiling.
"But I am not being sore," Russia said with a little scowl, similar to that of a child's, head not moving, despite America's insistence.
What's this guy's neck made out of, a tree trunk?! "Oh, now, how would you know that if you don't try?" he said weakly. He could use full force, but he might break Russia's neck and that was probably unromantic. He only wanted to kiss the guy, not kill him.
"You are wanting me to be hurt?" Russia asked, an air of creepiness slowly moving about him.
"No, no," America said, still holding his head. "I just don't want you to...um...you know...get a sore neck."
"I have already said that I am not being sore."
"Ya know, if you don't do that head tilt thing, you're gonna lose feeling on that" pretty "neck o' yours."
The other raised an eyebrow at him. "Is this being American superstition?"
"Uh...yeah, sure! Let's go with that. Christmas tradition of sorts"
Russia sighed. "Very well," he said, and then quickly bent his head left and right. "Are we being finished now?"
America gawked at him. "What, that's it?"
"Da. Neck is feeling refreshed, Amerika was correct."
His eye twitched. This was getting ridiculous. "You should do that up and down thing too."
"Up and down?"
"Yeah, like...uh...this," he said, demonstrating to Russia.
"You are saying that I should be nodding as well?"
"Uh...yeah, whatever."
Russia narrowed his eyes at him for a few seconds before complying. Russia bowed his head down, and here it is! He's gonna fucking see the mistletoe, YES!
"Ah!" Russia hissed in pain, closing his eyes just as he was about to face the ceiling. America immediately released him in panic.
"Oh God Ohmygod what's wrong?" He didn't break his neck, did he?
Russia rubbed at his neck, eyes still closed in agony. "Amerika was being right," he gasped out. "Neck is hurting from long flight."
America swallowed. "Do you need to lie down or something?"
"Nyet," Russia said, breathing slowly. "I am being fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Da. Please to not worry."
America gulped. Okay, so he can't make Russia look up. Damn it. But what was more important was Russia's comfort, right? But he was so close to his kiss! So close. Russia can still look up without hurting his neck, right? But how do you make people look up?
"Amerika?"
"Uh...hey, uh...would you mind looking up?" Real creative.
"Eh?"
"Uh...you uh..."
"Is this being silly tradition again?"
"Uh...yeah...tradtion...right. T-Tell me what you see."
Russia's eyes rolled up. Yes. He was gonna see the mistletoe and they were gonna kiss. FUCK YES.
"Ah, giant moth is being on ceiling," Russia said, bored. "Amerika should have pest control."
What? America looked up. True enough, there was a giant moth on the mistletoe, whose markings strangely resembled a big smile--like God was laughing at his face or something. "Oh come on," he exclaimed, really annoyed. Somebody was definitely out to get him. How did a moth just suddenly fly up there and cover the whole fucking thing?
"Da, we should be going. Moth might attack Amerika's clothes, da?"
"T-That wasn't what I wanted you to see."
"Hmmmm? Ah. Da. Ceiling is also very nice. No web of spider."
GOD DAMN IT.
Russia turned to leave, but America clucthed the hem of his sleeve. He was going to get his fucking kiss, damn it! He didn't get one last year, and the year before that. He wasn't going to let this day pass without his dream Christmas kiss under the mistletoe. Russia turned around to look at him. "Amerika?"
Just, please, kiss me. He swallowed. "Y-You can't leave," he said, eyes trained on Russia's shoes.
Holding Out For A Hero (part 3l)
anonymous
February 16 2011, 03:11:44 UTC
"Me. You. We gotta..." the words died in his throat. What was he supposed to say? If he asked for a kiss, Russia might put meaning to it, get scared and push him away like he did when the Bolsheviks came into power. And that would put all his hardwork for nothing. He didn't want them to end up like France and England, who hated each other so much that it gave them energy. He didn't want a Romeo and Juliet kind of story.
"Amerika?" Russia asked, hand reaching out to touch his jaw lightly.
He felt like crying. This was unfair. He was never good at all this subtle flirting stuff. "I...I..." I want you to kiss me.
"Is Amerika catching cold?" he asked casually, as if he was asking if it was raining outside.
"No," he said, still looking at Russia's shoes, he could feel the bridge of his nose start to hurt as he tried to keep the tears in.
"Is Amerika afraid of giant moth?"
America shook his head, shutting his eyes. A few moments of silence passed.
"Amerika...skaji mena," Russia said almost tenderly, making America's eyes meet his. "Shto eta?"
"I-It's just...I..."
"Da?"
Somebody gasped a few feet away from them. Russia looked at the direction of the gasp and saw Liechten...Leichten...Liechtenberg with her hands covering her mouth and alternating a glance between them and the ceiling.
Russia looked up again. "Oh! Look, Amerika! There is being mistletoe in ceiling."
His heart thudded loudly in his chest and his mouth was dry. Oh god, this made up so much for Switzerland making sure that he made the whole place child proof.
Russia looked back down at him. "It seems I have to fulfill tradition again, da?" he said, with a slight quirk on his lips.
America swallowed and closed his eyes.
Big warm hands held the sides of his face and Russia's warm lips descended gently upon his. America gasped a little. Russia took advantage of this and slipped his tongue in. America obliged by opening his mouth a little more, his hands going around Russia's waist.
He was dimly aware of camera flashes around them, which was probably either Hungary or Japan or both. He'd have to get them later. Or get someone else to get them later. That would be the most awesome Christmas gift ever.
And then someone made a barfing sound. "Scheisse, that's the most disgusting thing I--"
"Shhhh! You're ruining the moment!" he heard Hungary hiss. Hungary then. He'd have to get the pictures somehow.
America held Russia tighter to his body and deepened the kiss, continued drinking Russia in. He had waited for so long for this kiss, but it was worth it. Russia pulled away slightly.
"S RozhdestvOm, Amerika," Russia whispered tenderly against his lips.
"W-What...?" America asked, still dazed from the kiss.
"Merry Christmas," Russia said with a chuckle.
"Hmmmm," he hummed, before Russia took his lips again. Merry Christmas indeed.
*-More on this later.
Belated Happy Valentine's day!
Kind of long and hopefully not too pointless. Anyway, this will be the last chapter in America's point of view for a while. I want a little bit of elbow room. Hahaha
I'm sorry I'm extremely late. My laptop died so now my computer time is cut by 70% and I couldn't get everything I wrote. So I had to rewrite everything, and then I decided I didn't like the previous version of this so much so I completely rewrote it too and then had this huge writer's block. Damn it. Sorry, OP. I'll try not to disappear again. And I'm sorry for the typo on Middle East. I type too fast sometimes.
And guess what? I have a title now! Okay, so maybe some other US-related fanfics way better than this already used this title but if I get no violent reaction, I ain't chnagin' it. :D
Newsbits I used: 1. Medvedev calling Obama about the START's success in the US. 2. France selling Russia two war ships. Now four. 3. Junior Hockey tournament between Russia and Canada.
Replies: @anon1 I hope the Denmark/Canada mistletoe action satisfied you. Hahaha || I like torturing England. Expect glimpses of him to be less than rosy. :P So you're still checking up on Long September even after it's been long finished? I have to say, I'm flattered.
@Southeastasiananon Well, we typically have this special mass you attend at 4 in the morning for nine days until Christmas comes. Everybody in the family is present at Christmas. And then we have this great feast made up of roast pig, special sweet treats, pasta, etc that we eat at midnight--it's actually just everything you've ever wanted to eat put in a table for you to eat in one night. Sometimes karaoke is involved, sometimes we play video games until morning. It's awesome. Then we have masses again, but this time it's back to the regular schedule. Catholic countries can be so fun. :D
@ShamelesslyEuropeananon I have accomplished my mission with England, it seems. This makes me happy. || America is actually getting harder to write. I have to put a balance of his right wing and left wing perspective in line with how his people react to the Obama administration. Plus Alfred Jones' actual character. He's such a complicated guy. || I'm glad you like the accents! Tell me when it gets annoying. :p || Nyahaha I honestly can't predict what's happening with this one as compared to the first. I'm just going with the flow. Hahaha
@OP I'm glad you like it! I'll do my best. :D
@anoncallingmeback Sorry about the delays. In the words of General McArthur, "I have returned." :D Thank you for reading this!
ShamelesslyEuropean!Anon
anonymous
February 16 2011, 13:05:55 UTC
I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY YOU HAVE NO IDEA ♥ I thought for sure this was abandoned ;_; In fact, I am so happy that...Have a five or six parts review! ^^
This update was fucking awesome, so long, and hilarious and beautiful at the end! almost in time for Christmas too ok, no, almost fittingly in time for Valentine's Day ;)
I'm absolutely in love with your writing style, particularly America's narration. Some instances:
Holy fuck, did he turn into a ninja?
"H-Hey. Y-You." He facepalmed inwardly.
America pushed down the thought that screamed that Canada was up to something. he totally is, listen to Weird Al
Ohgodohgodohgod what could it be? It was probably something fucking huge if it needed to be outside. Could it be a plane? Or a rocket? HOLY FUCKING SHIT, A SPACESHIP?!?!?! He wrenched the door open pretty hard, almost tearing the door off its hinges. Lol, spaceship. That would be the ultimate AmeRus gift.
The sound was akin to choirs of cherubs singing the Star-Spangled banner. America would have shed tears of admiration. Nothing could be more beautiful. Russia sent a particularly powerful death glare to the general direction of where the football came from, which was oddly devoid of people in a matter of nanoseconds. America knew he invited the right people to his party. This entire part is HILARIOUS XDXDXDXDXDXD
They both turned around to see France, who was thankfully fully clothed still Pfff, France, I love you <3
Russia released him, but they were still holding hands like an excited-- "Bunch of girls," slipped through America's mouth before he could stop himself. God damn his sharp humorous wit. OH GOD, STOP KILLING ME XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD
America led him to the Christmas tree by going through pretty much the entire house so that Russia didn't realize that he was being led to the tree.
He looked at Russia, who was practically sparkling under the Christmas lights. His breath caught in his throat. It was almost like he got sprayed by Tinkerbell's fairy dust, or fireflies or whatever. Or maybe he was just really that beautiful. Oh, America, you're so cute! =>_<=
Russia looked at the direction of the gasp and saw Liechten...Leichten...Liechtenberg Lol at America's fail geography xD
This couldn't have happened in a better background. They were directly in front of America's subliminal decoration, with the Christmas lights making Russia sparkle.
HAHAHA, I loved this! I also knew it was going to end in absurdity. Poor America. In fact, though it starts hilarious, I ended up going 'dawww' and feeling really sorry for poor America, especially when he almost cries (he's a teen! he's always hormonal and emotional!). It also looks like Russia noticed he took it too far there at the end, and it ended so wonderfully ROMANTIC AWWWWWWWWWWW ♥ ♥ ♥
I also love your characterization, he's the most authentic America I've ever read. A perfect mix of hilariously random, cutely childish and adorably romantic. Some instances that prove this:
America had always made every Christmas party better than the last one--fuck the recession China's paying for everything anyway...
He licked his lips and tried to hide his excitement. He knew he was impulsive when he was excited. France had always told him, that if he waited, he might be able to get a better deal +the fact that he's so transparent xDDDDDDDDD
After all, if New Zealand really were a girl, she'd probably be real scared and shit. "I've never heard of it," New Zealand piped up. "Come on, tell us!" Pfffsh. New Zealand was so in denial about being scared. PFFFFFFFFFFFF WIN
"NOBODY FUCKING LIKES CHINA!!!"
Oh, America, your jealousy is showingXD (it's even better because I bet America's jealous on more than just the Russia front. These two are so competing over everything)
America could have sworn this was a seduction if he didn't know that Russia was unaware of America's feelings for him.Poor kid xDDDDDDDD
"What?" America asked, his tone high-pitched. "I wasn't playing. Who's playing? What are video games? I've never ever heard of them in my life. You're talking nonsense. How's the weather outside?" Real smooth.
Hahaha, this entire part was fucking brilliant. It's so like America to get vindictive and take out the Soviet games, lol. And this America quickly took them and threw them across the room. Somebody yelped in pain as they got hit by the plastic cases. MADE ME BURST OUT LAUGHING AT WORK THANK YOU >.<
feeling a little guilty at rigging the secret Santa assignments. Russia really seemed to be buying that they keep getting each other out of a computer glitch. He felt bad for lying to him to his face.
He's so innocent and cute, it makes me feel a little bad that Russia is playing with him so much. How will he react when Russia confesses the truth?
+ everything about the house decoration. The fact that he put so much effort and thought into it and nobody seems to notice is both dawww and bawww +the whole paragraph about his fantasies about the night. Oh, America <3 so prudish at the end lol +spacing and Superman ramblings. Particularly Man, Australia can be slow sometimes xDDDDDDDDD +Disney romance fantasies! Also the first try at troika retelling xDDDDDDD
"Perhaps I can be throwing Amerika into sky? For old time's sake."
RUSSIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <3<3<3 Great entrance, man. Also looking great I happen to share America's taste for glitter during Christmas so yeah
Russia gave him his non-psycho killer smile, which made America melt
Dawwwww
Ottawa was beautiful city covered in snow. Very much like homeland. I was feeling very much at home with nice people. It has been long time since my last visit
I am thinking Russia heard something from before...such a tease! xD
"Kitai was very afraid of his turn." Wait, what? (...) "Da. He would not release me from embrace even after the ride." America's jaw dropped. Oh that fucking whore.
Russia, you meanie! xDDDDDDD. I fear for China's face next meeting lol. Though we were shown he was as strong as America, so maybe I am fearing for the entire room maybe if America gets violent China and Russia will see that they've gone too far with him, lol
"I am not being able to remove it when I sneeze at large glittery neon invitation."
I always mention that I love the broken engrish grammar thing you have going on, and this is exactly why. LOL
it was much harder to be all jolly and shit when everyone was avoiding telling him important things--lest they be exposed later on in wikileaks--
SO MUCH FUCKING WIN <3<3<3
He didn't want them to end up like France and England, who hated each other so much that it gave them energy
I am always happy at any paralelism being drawn between these pairings, because they are my favourites, and because it works so well!
"Amerika...skaji mena," Russia said almost tenderly, making America's eyes meet his. "Shto eta?"
DAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW and Russia speaking in Russian, hawt~~
"Scheisse, that's the most disgusting thing I--"
Prussia, you always manage to steal the story with just one line xDDDDDDDDDD
"Did France take that mistletoe by the stairs and put it on his belt?!"
France, you're always my favourite person xD
Plus he was kinda weird sometimes, the way he fidgets and goes red often. Must be an Asian thing.
Is this a onesided!Japan-->America reference? Poor Japan! Go console England and maybe more
"Hello," Australia said in a small sheepish voice.
Interesting reaction. Is Australia afraid of him?
Also, surprise Denmark/Canada! I also love this fill because the secondary pairings aren't what you usually see in secondary pairings: USUK or FrUK, Spamano, PruCan, AusHun, GerIta, SuFin, DenNor. Yours are all over the place, and it's perfect.
I was hoping for some more Germany/France action, but I get that this isn't their story. It's just so nonexistent as an established secondary pairing in fics.... I wonder how that mistletoe kiss with Russia went for them, after the other two left...
The fact that America calls Australia "brother" made me happy inside. In fact, the whole anglo-family interaction is made of absolute pure undilutted win, all the way through. Australia's terrifyingwonderful pets also made me squee. NZ is freakin awesome, you have to fill more prompts with her, hohoho; the gender confusion was fantastic especially America's disbelief and almost instant dismissal. And their names are superperfect, and just became my headcanon (Oz and Kiwi, lol). I really like your UK brothers, Wales acting more mature as they're older, like an uncle and got fucking sexy when he held his authority over Scotland, and Scotland being such a drunk jerk, hahaha, making poor America paranoid with Canada I wonder if you'll explore that more. I love your take on them, man. Also, poor England...
And guess what? I have a title now! Okay, so maybe some other US-related fanfics way better than this already used this title but if I get no violent reaction, I ain't chnagin' it. :D
I will be eternally amused about the fact that you can write so incredibly well and are incapable of coming up with good titles xDDDDDDDDDDD
The ending was superadorable, I can't wait to see what else you have in store for themus! Update soon, please ^^ sorry this ended up shorter than I previously promised ^^U
Requester! anon
anonymous
February 16 2011, 23:29:31 UTC
Oh America! You make him so adorable! and Russia is such a bastard for messing with America like that. this fill made the long wait worth it! It makes me to honored to have such a talented author writing this fill. thank you~♥!
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anonymous
February 17 2011, 02:41:35 UTC
This anon just died from America's adorableness, than she returned back to life to tell you that. No, really, Russia, how can you be so cruel to this guy? I even started to think this all gone too far, but the end made me melt. It was just too cute. Though I guess that won't stop Russia from playing with America's feelings. He is mean like that XDDD
And love for your Scotland, even though I had a hard time understanding him :D
"He took a potato chip and ate it. Oh yeah" Just as planned XDDD
Russia gave him his non-psycho killer smile, which made America melt. "I am always good at aeronautics. Flight should not be problem." Then he turned to Australia. "Privyet, Avstraliya."
"Hello," Australia said in a small sheepish voice.
America didn't even realize that he was staring at the sparkling Russia until Australia kicked him gently on the ribs. He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts in place. "H-Hey. Y-You." He facepalmed inwardly.
"Privyet," Russia said with a smile. "I am sorry I am being late. There have been many unprecedented delays. I was not able to make call."
America stood up so fast he almost knocked Russia's face with his forehead. "H-Hey, it's no biggie. I-I guess Aeroflot musta been having a full house today, huh?"
Russia chuckled. "Ah, I was not riding Aeroflot for today. I decide to board Aircanada because it was having soonest schedule."
America merely looked at him. Canada?
"Do not be worrying. Ottawa was beautiful city covered in snow. Very much like homeland. I was feeling very much at home with nice people. It has been long time since my last visit."
America swallowed. Maybe Scotland had a point earlier? He shook his head again, willing the thoughts away. Canada wasn't going to betray him, no way. "Wow...uh...I don't...I don't know what to say..."
Russia tilted his head, looking at the game screen behind America where virtual Soviet soldiers were being run over by tanks. With lightning speed, America quickly unplugged the console, earning a small cry of protest from Australia.
"America was playing video games?"
"What?" America asked, his tone high-pitched. "I wasn't playing. Who's playing? What are video games? I've never ever heard of them in my life. You're talking nonsense. How's the weather outside?" Real smooth.
"Weather is cold but no snow," Russia informed him, maintaining his smile, then he looked down to what had been America's seat earlier. Where he'd put the CDs. Of Soviet war games. And Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Fuck.
"Ame--"
America quickly took them and threw them across the room. Somebody yelped in pain as they got hit by the plastic cases.
Russia looked towards where America had thrown the CDs. "Was that bei--"
"Uh...hey, you really had long delays, I mean, it's already two in the morning."
Russia looked back at him. "Da. But I am not being angry."
America pulled Russia away from the video games before he could find anything more that could hurt America's chance of getting lucky tonight. "Why was it delayed though?"
"I do not know," Russia answered. "I was not told reason."
America pushed down the thought that screamed that Canada was up to something.
"Ah!" Russia exclaimed, looking like he remembered something. He rummaged throgh his pockets and showed America a piece of paper that had the word 'America' printed out on it. "It appears that I am having you again for Secret Santa this year, da?"
"Wow, what a total coincidence! Me too!" America exclaimed, feeling a little guilty at rigging the secret Santa assignments. Russia really seemed to be buying that they keep getting each other out of a computer glitch. He felt bad for lying to him to his face.
"That is being strange," Russia said, smile not wavering. "Perhaps you should be letting Estoniya take a look at your systems, da? So that you will not be having more problems with technology."
Great, now he looked like an idiot. At least that was way better than being seen as a liar.
Okay, he needed to stay positive. It's Christmas eve, and he was going to get at least one mistletoe kiss before the party was over. More importantly, he made his gift for Russia! Oh yeah. Canada had always commented about how he wasn't handy. Hahaha Take that, ya lousy Canuck! America was so totally handy, he just didn't feel like getting his hands dirty all the time, that's all. But he was totally handy and artistic, no matter what Canada said.
"Amerika?" Russia asked, brow raising.
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Russia's smile, if anything, grew a little wider along with his eyes. "Amerika, what is this?"
"It's your gift!" America said, pushing his gift toward Russia who accepted it after looking at it for a few moments--probably struck by its awesomeness or something.
"Amerika...is learning how to weld metal. How nice."
America raised a brow at him. "Dude, I've always known how to weld metal."
"Ah," Russia said, setting his gift aside. "My gift is being outside. You are wanting to see--"
Before Russia could even finish his sentence, America had already run out the door in excitement. Ohgodohgodohgod what could it be? It was probably something fucking huge if it needed to be outside. Could it be a plane? Or a rocket? HOLY FUCKING SHIT, A SPACESHIP?!?!?! He wrenched the door open pretty hard, almost tearing the door off its hinges.
America's eyes bulged and his smile grew so wide that it could've split his face. In front of him was a sleigh tied to three majestic-looking horses that looked like it came out from a Disney princess movie.
"A troika!" Russia said in that quiet grand way of his as soon as he caught up with him. "This is reason why I was being late. I am remembering that you have not ridden in one, da?"
"Yes. Absolutely! This is going to be my first time riding it!" Which was, definitely an outright lie. He had, actually, already ridden a troika, back in his younger days. Being young and reasonably newly independent, America (because of his little puppy crush on Russia) had tried driving a troika by himself. He had no prior experience and it therefore predictably ended in him mildly fracturing his elbow, splitting his lip and having the nail from his right big toe pulled out clean off. Thank God he was a nation. Only James Madison knew about it, and it was never mentioned again, for obvious reasons. But despite the trauma it was threatening to resurface, America found himself more than willing to ride in once again, because, really--this spelled romance in bright cheesy blinking neon lights. Sure, it wasn't a space ship ride with an "A Whole New World" style to it, but this--this spelt Disney romance, and America, among other things, was always romantic.
He wasn't going to let this pass even if he had to lose a tooth for it.
He looked up at Russia, with loving eyes, with the intent to thank him for the romantic gesture but stopped before he could start at the sight of Russia's frown. "What's wrong?"
Russia bit his lip in that cute way he always did. "I was hoping that there would be snow because of frozen East Coast. We cannot be riding with such a carriage."
He was right. Damn. Why'd this have to happen when he picked Houston this year?
"Hey, don't worry about it," he cooed Russia, despite feeling the disappointment as well. "We can ride it again some other time, okay?" Although in truth, he would have ridden it even without the snow.
"We should be setting date later when we are not busy, da?"
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America looked at his Russkie bear, feeling warmth spread through his chest. This was enough. Sure, he didn't get to ride it with him (and maybe at the back of his mind, he really was relieved), but the fact that Russia had gone through so much just to give him this--it was enough. He grinned up at Russia.
"You will be loving it," Russia continued, looking back at his gift. "Kitai was very afraid of his turn."
Wait, what?
He felt his jaw stiffen. "C-China's ridden one too?"
"Da."
He swallowed. "With--With you?"
"Da," Russia said with a chuckle. "He was very terrified of speed."
America opened his mouth, and then closed it again. Damn it. Even if he didn't attend, China was still ruining his time with Russia. But wait, he acted like a wuss, didn't he? The thought of China showing himself to be a wuss emboldened him. When it was his turn, he was going to show bravery like a true hero. He wasn't going to be a sissy. He smiled. China was probably a gigantic turn off that time. He laughed. "I could imagine."
"Da. He would not release me from embrace even after the ride."
America's jaw dropped. Oh that fucking whore.
Russia yawned. "We must get back inside. America is not very fond of the cold."
America frowned, hardly noticing that he had been shivering. Russia merely smiled at him and glided inside, America following his trail.
He inhaled deeply. Okay, positive thoughts, positive thoughts. If he was going to make this Christmas memorable, he had to think positive and stop focusing at breaking China's face by accident with his elbow in the next meeting. Negativity wasn't going to attract Russia.
Time for some mistletoe action.
"Hey," he said, falling in step with the larger nation.
"Hmmmm?"
America ducked as a flying bottle of beer whizzed above his head. "You must be thirsty from that really long trip, right?"
"Hmmmm...now that you are mentioning it..."
America brightened at this. "Great!" he grabbed Russia's wrist. "Come on--" he tugged, but Russia refused to move. He looked back at the larger nation.
"It is all right, Amerika," he said with a smile, brandishing a bottle of vodkha with the hand that America wasn't gripping on. "I am being prepared. No need for you to struggle in crowd for beverage."
Never in his life had America looked at a bottle of vodkha with so much venom. Okay, so that's two mistletoe destinations down. Or maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe if, you know, Russia's vodkha just happened to drop and crash on the floor, he'd need another drink. And if he was lucky, Russia would catch him in his arms, which would hopefully lead to...well, you know. America smiled inwardly.
"Hey, that's great--" he started, before intentionally falling over, his hand mindfully raised up to knock the bottle out of the other's hand.
It was all in slow motion, he could see it, as the wind rushed against his face, Russia's eyes slowly widened and he lost his balance--his hand was there--almost--almost--but Russia's lightning speed got the bottle out of the way and soon, America's face was intimately acquainted with his floor.
Fuck.
"Amerika is already being drunk, da?" Russia asked America who was face down on his floor, casually. The bottle safe in his grip.
America sprang up almost immediately. "No! No, why would you say that? I never even drank anything the whole night!"
"Ah! Clumsy then."
America internally berated himself. Great, aside from being technologically impaired, he was a clumsy idiot too. This was definitely an off-day for him. Plus he can't try to knock the bottle out of Russia's hand now, it'd look mighty suspicious.
Then, all of a sudden, a football flew out of nowhere and hit Russia's hand, knocking the bottle into the ground where it shattered like a newly-laid egg. The sound was akin to choirs of cherubs singing the Star-Spangled banner. America would have shed tears of admiration. Nothing could be more beautiful.
Russia sent a particularly powerful death glare to the general direction of where the football came from, which was oddly devoid of people in a matter of nanoseconds. America knew he invited the right people to his party.
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Russia looked back at him again, smiling in a way that reminded America of the freezing gulag in his nightmares. "Not to be worrying, Amerika," Russia said, whipping out another bottle of vodkha pretty much like an awesome sherriff would have done with a gun. America would have stared in awe if it didn't just ruin his plans again. "I have come prepared."
"B-B-B--"
"Besides, I am thinking Kanada is enjoying drinking station, da?" he said cheerfully, cocking his head towards the said area,
America raised an eyebrow at him and then turned his head towards that direction, his jaw dropping at the sight.
Canada was there, under the mistletoe he'd put up. His face was...well, there was no other proper way to describe it: his face was being assaulted by Denmark's mouth. It almost looked like the guy was trying to eat him. Both of his arms were trapped to his sides as Denmark's hands helped themselves with Canada's behind.
Lucky bastard. That mistletoe was supposed to be for his and Russia's use!
"We should not be interfering," Russia adviced, holding his elbow and leading him elsewere. They were almost back to the couch, now devoid of Australia, when America remembered about the mistletoe by the gifts.
He stopped Russia and started leading him over towards that location. "Hey, hey, let's go over to the gifts!"
"But Amerika has already given gift."
Shit. That's right. He was sort of embarassed about putting Russia's gift with the others because he knew France or England was going to comment about how it wasn't artistic. Snobby bastards. "Uh...yeah, but...uh...there's uh...there's a big...a huge Christmas tree over there!" he said, suddenly remembering the Christmas tree he had painstakingly decorated.
"Da, I am seeing it from here," Russia said plainly. "I am not wanting to go near it."
America frowned. "Why not?"
"It is having too much glitte--"
"Russie!" Someone shouted from behind them. They both turned around to see France, who was thankfully fully clothed still, although the colour of his face gave away a hint that he was already probably drunk. Germany came behind him.
"Frantsiya!" Russia cried, taking France in a rib-crushing embrace.
America felt a twinge of jealousy. Russia never greeted him like that.
Russia released him, but they were still holding hands like an excited--
"Bunch of girls," slipped through America's mouth before he could stop himself. God damn his sharp humorous wit.
France and Russia took a moment to glare at him, the latter's glare making his insides shrink, before putting attention back to each other.
"When did you arrive? I did not see you come in earlier!"
"It was being a few minutes ago. I was having problems with flight."
"Oh, but you don't look it, mon cher," France purred, fixing Russia's scarf. Oh now, wait a minute. That scarf was a no-touching zone! Why was France allowed to touch it? "You're even wearing glitter! Your skin is practically sparkling!" he added with a strange expression on his face that was directed at America.
"It is not intentional," Russia said with a small smile. "I am not being able to remove it when I sneeze at large glittery neon invitation."
America felt heat in his ears. Oh god, he wasn't going to talk about the invitation, right? He was the one who received the largest (and awesomest) one. The rest had received the same generic ones(except for China). If France found out about it, he wouldn't hear the end of it.
France quirked an eyebrow at him. "Invitation?"
"Da. Its being invitation for this--"
"So how do you like the party so far, France?" America cut in, rather hastily.
France looked at him, bewildered. "It is fine, mon cher. A very American Christmas, if I do say so myself."
America grinned at him widely. Oh yeah. That just meant it was the awesomest Christmas in the entire world.
"That is being interesting choice of belt buckle, Frantsiya," Russia commented.
France looked back at him. "Oui," said in his most sultry voice. "It is the belt buckle of l'Amour de Noel."
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At this, Germany flushed bright red from behind France.
"Eh?"
"Mistletoe, mon cher!" France said, laughing. "You know the tradition, non? You must kiss the person nearest--"
And before America or Germany could stop it from happening, Russia leaned down and pecked France on the lips. America's jaw dropped in terror. That was supposed to be his kiss!
"I have fulfilled tradition?"
France giggled, "Rightly so."
America grabbed Russia by the elbow. "Uh...let's go over there in the kitchen! See you two later, France!"
France bade them goodbye and Russia followed his lead meekly.
"Is something wrong, Amerika?"
"No," America said, scowling. Just that some other guy got kissed and hugged by you while I got none.
"Where are we going?"
"To the kitchen," America said absent-mindedly, unlocking the padlock he put on the kitchen door. "I kinda want some burgers and I'm pretty sure England already finished the first batch."
He opened the door. They stopped at the doorway at the sight of Mexico and some former Soviet guy making out under another mistletoe, which he didn't even put up. Wait, so some people brought their own mistletoe? And wait, they fucking picked his lock and locked the kitchen again so they can make-out?! What the hell?
"It seems that guests are enjoying Christmas decorations," Russia observed.
A little too much. This was ridiculous. Why was everybody else benefitting from the decorations except him?
"I am thinking we should let them be," Russia said, leaving America to glare at the couple for a few seconds before following the taller man.
Okay, so the last two mistletoe destinations left were: the one by the Christmas tree and the one in his room. He still had chances.
America led him to the Christmas tree by going through pretty much the entire house so that Russia didn't realize that he was being led to the tree. He was going to get his Christmas kiss by hook or by crook. They stopped just a few feet away from it.
"It is beautiful," Russia said, smiling at his awesome Christmas tree.
Damn right, it was.
"Are those being matryoshka?" his guest asked curiously, narrowing his eyes at the make-shift matryoshka decorations he put up in the tree. He'd put up a lot of other decorations that represented his friends, after all, it was Christmas and he wanted something that symbolized the whole world being close together. Although naturally, he surrounded matryoshka dolls with his plastic burger and cowboy hat decorations, which seemed to take the shape of a heart, now that he was looking at it again.
He blushed. He didn't really mean for that to happen, but hopefully Russia catches the hint somehow. He looked at Russia, who was practically sparkling under the Christmas lights. His breath caught in his throat. It was almost like he got sprayed by Tinkerbell's fairy dust, or fireflies or whatever. Or maybe he was just really that beautiful.
Russia reached out and touched the decoration that was supposed to represent him, and then looked at his fingers which were now covered in gold glitter. "Glitter," he said with a voice that almost sounded like that of horror but it couldn't be because this was Christmas and there was nothing wrong with glitter. "It is very nice."
"Thanks," America said, blushing some more, and then he noticed that the mistletoe was directly above them. This couldn't have happened in a better background. They were directly in front of America's subliminal decoration, with the Christmas lights making Russia sparkle. America grinned widely and closed his eyes, puckering his lips slightly as Russia and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
He cracked one eye open and saw Russia looking at him with a raised brow. "Did Amerika get glitter in eye?"
"W-What?"
Russia took his wrist. "Come, we should be washing it out with water. Where is bathroom?"
"I-I don't want to go to the bathroom!" Damn it, they were under a mistletoe right here! Why the fuck would they go somewhere without one?
Russia looked at him in surprise. "You are wanting for me to wash it out with vodkha?"
"No!" America said, almost in tears. God damn it, how can he not see it? It was practically six inches from his forehead!
Russia let go of his wrist. "I am not understanding problem."
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"Ah," Russia said, confusion only slightly leaving his expression. "You were looking as if you were in pain."
"I wasn't," America said, swallowing. He quickly tried to think of a way to make Russia notice the mistletoe right above them. Okay, he can still do this while keeping his pride. "Hey...uh...you had a long flight, right?"
"...da..." Russia replied rather warily.
"You should...uh...do that neck exercise thing, you know, in case it's sore and all," he said, placing his hands on both sides of Russia's face, planning to manuever his head so that he'd face the ceiling.
"But I am not being sore," Russia said with a little scowl, similar to that of a child's, head not moving, despite America's insistence.
What's this guy's neck made out of, a tree trunk?! "Oh, now, how would you know that if you don't try?" he said weakly. He could use full force, but he might break Russia's neck and that was probably unromantic. He only wanted to kiss the guy, not kill him.
"You are wanting me to be hurt?" Russia asked, an air of creepiness slowly moving about him.
"No, no," America said, still holding his head. "I just don't want you to...um...you know...get a sore neck."
"I have already said that I am not being sore."
"Ya know, if you don't do that head tilt thing, you're gonna lose feeling on that" pretty "neck o' yours."
The other raised an eyebrow at him. "Is this being American superstition?"
"Uh...yeah, sure! Let's go with that. Christmas tradition of sorts"
Russia sighed. "Very well," he said, and then quickly bent his head left and right. "Are we being finished now?"
America gawked at him. "What, that's it?"
"Da. Neck is feeling refreshed, Amerika was correct."
His eye twitched. This was getting ridiculous. "You should do that up and down thing too."
"Up and down?"
"Yeah, like...uh...this," he said, demonstrating to Russia.
"You are saying that I should be nodding as well?"
"Uh...yeah, whatever."
Russia narrowed his eyes at him for a few seconds before complying. Russia bowed his head down, and here it is! He's gonna fucking see the mistletoe, YES!
"Ah!" Russia hissed in pain, closing his eyes just as he was about to face the ceiling. America immediately released him in panic.
"Oh God Ohmygod what's wrong?" He didn't break his neck, did he?
Russia rubbed at his neck, eyes still closed in agony. "Amerika was being right," he gasped out. "Neck is hurting from long flight."
America swallowed. "Do you need to lie down or something?"
"Nyet," Russia said, breathing slowly. "I am being fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Da. Please to not worry."
America gulped. Okay, so he can't make Russia look up. Damn it. But what was more important was Russia's comfort, right? But he was so close to his kiss! So close. Russia can still look up without hurting his neck, right? But how do you make people look up?
"Amerika?"
"Uh...hey, uh...would you mind looking up?" Real creative.
"Eh?"
"Uh...you uh..."
"Is this being silly tradition again?"
"Uh...yeah...tradtion...right. T-Tell me what you see."
Russia's eyes rolled up. Yes. He was gonna see the mistletoe and they were gonna kiss. FUCK YES.
"Ah, giant moth is being on ceiling," Russia said, bored. "Amerika should have pest control."
What? America looked up. True enough, there was a giant moth on the mistletoe, whose markings strangely resembled a big smile--like God was laughing at his face or something. "Oh come on," he exclaimed, really annoyed. Somebody was definitely out to get him. How did a moth just suddenly fly up there and cover the whole fucking thing?
"Da, we should be going. Moth might attack Amerika's clothes, da?"
"T-That wasn't what I wanted you to see."
"Hmmmm? Ah. Da. Ceiling is also very nice. No web of spider."
GOD DAMN IT.
Russia turned to leave, but America clucthed the hem of his sleeve. He was going to get his fucking kiss, damn it! He didn't get one last year, and the year before that. He wasn't going to let this day pass without his dream Christmas kiss under the mistletoe. Russia turned around to look at him. "Amerika?"
Just, please, kiss me. He swallowed. "Y-You can't leave," he said, eyes trained on Russia's shoes.
"Hmmm?"
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"Amerika?" Russia asked, hand reaching out to touch his jaw lightly.
He felt like crying. This was unfair. He was never good at all this subtle flirting stuff. "I...I..." I want you to kiss me.
"Is Amerika catching cold?" he asked casually, as if he was asking if it was raining outside.
"No," he said, still looking at Russia's shoes, he could feel the bridge of his nose start to hurt as he tried to keep the tears in.
"Is Amerika afraid of giant moth?"
America shook his head, shutting his eyes. A few moments of silence passed.
"Amerika...skaji mena," Russia said almost tenderly, making America's eyes meet his. "Shto eta?"
"I-It's just...I..."
"Da?"
Somebody gasped a few feet away from them. Russia looked at the direction of the gasp and saw Liechten...Leichten...Liechtenberg with her hands covering her mouth and alternating a glance between them and the ceiling.
Russia looked up again. "Oh! Look, Amerika! There is being mistletoe in ceiling."
His heart thudded loudly in his chest and his mouth was dry. Oh god, this made up so much for Switzerland making sure that he made the whole place child proof.
Russia looked back down at him. "It seems I have to fulfill tradition again, da?" he said, with a slight quirk on his lips.
America swallowed and closed his eyes.
Big warm hands held the sides of his face and Russia's warm lips descended gently upon his. America gasped a little. Russia took advantage of this and slipped his tongue in. America obliged by opening his mouth a little more, his hands going around Russia's waist.
He was dimly aware of camera flashes around them, which was probably either Hungary or Japan or both. He'd have to get them later. Or get someone else to get them later. That would be the most awesome Christmas gift ever.
And then someone made a barfing sound. "Scheisse, that's the most disgusting thing I--"
"Shhhh! You're ruining the moment!" he heard Hungary hiss. Hungary then. He'd have to get the pictures somehow.
America held Russia tighter to his body and deepened the kiss, continued drinking Russia in. He had waited for so long for this kiss, but it was worth it. Russia pulled away slightly.
"S RozhdestvOm, Amerika," Russia whispered tenderly against his lips.
"W-What...?" America asked, still dazed from the kiss.
"Merry Christmas," Russia said with a chuckle.
"Hmmmm," he hummed, before Russia took his lips again. Merry Christmas indeed.
*-More on this later.
Belated Happy Valentine's day!
Kind of long and hopefully not too pointless. Anyway, this will be the last chapter in America's point of view for a while. I want a little bit of elbow room. Hahaha
I'm sorry I'm extremely late. My laptop died so now my computer time is cut by 70% and I couldn't get everything I wrote. So I had to rewrite everything, and then I decided I didn't like the previous version of this so much so I completely rewrote it too and then had this huge writer's block. Damn it. Sorry, OP. I'll try not to disappear again. And I'm sorry for the typo on Middle East. I type too fast sometimes.
And guess what? I have a title now! Okay, so maybe some other US-related fanfics way better than this already used this title but if I get no violent reaction, I ain't chnagin' it. :D
Newsbits I used:
1. Medvedev calling Obama about the START's success in the US.
2. France selling Russia two war ships. Now four.
3. Junior Hockey tournament between Russia and Canada.
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@anon1 I hope the Denmark/Canada mistletoe action satisfied you. Hahaha || I like torturing England. Expect glimpses of him to be less than rosy. :P So you're still checking up on Long September even after it's been long finished? I have to say, I'm flattered.
@Southeastasiananon Well, we typically have this special mass you attend at 4 in the morning for nine days until Christmas comes. Everybody in the family is present at Christmas. And then we have this great feast made up of roast pig, special sweet treats, pasta, etc that we eat at midnight--it's actually just everything you've ever wanted to eat put in a table for you to eat in one night. Sometimes karaoke is involved, sometimes we play video games until morning. It's awesome. Then we have masses again, but this time it's back to the regular schedule. Catholic countries can be so fun. :D
@ShamelesslyEuropeananon I have accomplished my mission with England, it seems. This makes me happy. || America is actually getting harder to write. I have to put a balance of his right wing and left wing perspective in line with how his people react to the Obama administration. Plus Alfred Jones' actual character. He's such a complicated guy. || I'm glad you like the accents! Tell me when it gets annoying. :p || Nyahaha I honestly can't predict what's happening with this one as compared to the first. I'm just going with the flow. Hahaha
@OP I'm glad you like it! I'll do my best. :D
@anoncallingmeback Sorry about the delays. In the words of General McArthur, "I have returned." :D Thank you for reading this!
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I thought for sure this was abandoned ;_;
In fact, I am so happy that...Have a five or six parts review! ^^
This update was fucking awesome, so long, and hilarious and beautiful at the end! almost in time for Christmas too ok, no, almost fittingly in time for Valentine's Day ;)
I'm absolutely in love with your writing style, particularly America's narration. Some instances:
Holy fuck, did he turn into a ninja?
"H-Hey. Y-You." He facepalmed inwardly.
America pushed down the thought that screamed that Canada was up to something. he totally is, listen to Weird Al
Ohgodohgodohgod what could it be? It was probably something fucking huge if it needed to be outside. Could it be a plane? Or a rocket? HOLY FUCKING SHIT, A SPACESHIP?!?!?! He wrenched the door open pretty hard, almost tearing the door off its hinges. Lol, spaceship. That would be the ultimate AmeRus gift.
The sound was akin to choirs of cherubs singing the Star-Spangled banner. America would have shed tears of admiration. Nothing could be more beautiful.
Russia sent a particularly powerful death glare to the general direction of where the football came from, which was oddly devoid of people in a matter of nanoseconds. America knew he invited the right people to his party. This entire part is HILARIOUS XDXDXDXDXDXD
They both turned around to see France, who was thankfully fully clothed still Pfff, France, I love you <3
Russia released him, but they were still holding hands like an excited--
"Bunch of girls," slipped through America's mouth before he could stop himself. God damn his sharp humorous wit. OH GOD, STOP KILLING ME XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD
America led him to the Christmas tree by going through pretty much the entire house so that Russia didn't realize that he was being led to the tree.
He looked at Russia, who was practically sparkling under the Christmas lights. His breath caught in his throat. It was almost like he got sprayed by Tinkerbell's fairy dust, or fireflies or whatever. Or maybe he was just really that beautiful. Oh, America, you're so cute! =>_<=
Russia looked at the direction of the gasp and saw Liechten...Leichten...Liechtenberg Lol at America's fail geography xD
This couldn't have happened in a better background. They were directly in front of America's subliminal decoration, with the Christmas lights making Russia sparkle.
HAHAHA, I loved this! I also knew it was going to end in absurdity. Poor America. In fact, though it starts hilarious, I ended up going 'dawww' and feeling really sorry for poor America, especially when he almost cries (he's a teen! he's always hormonal and emotional!). It also looks like Russia noticed he took it too far there at the end, and it ended so wonderfully ROMANTIC AWWWWWWWWWWW ♥ ♥ ♥
I also love your characterization, he's the most authentic America I've ever read. A perfect mix of hilariously random, cutely childish and adorably romantic. Some instances that prove this:
America had always made every Christmas party better than the last one--fuck the recession China's paying for everything anyway...
He licked his lips and tried to hide his excitement. He knew he was impulsive when he was excited. France had always told him, that if he waited, he might be able to get a better deal +the fact that he's so transparent xDDDDDDDDD
After all, if New Zealand really were a girl, she'd probably be real scared and shit.
"I've never heard of it," New Zealand piped up. "Come on, tell us!"
Pfffsh. New Zealand was so in denial about being scared. PFFFFFFFFFFFF WIN
"NOBODY FUCKING LIKES CHINA!!!"
Oh, America, your jealousy is showingXD (it's even better because I bet America's jealous on more than just the Russia front. These two are so competing over everything)
America could have sworn this was a seduction if he didn't know that Russia was unaware of America's feelings for him.Poor kid xDDDDDDDD
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Hahaha, this entire part was fucking brilliant. It's so like America to get vindictive and take out the Soviet games, lol. And this America quickly took them and threw them across the room. Somebody yelped in pain as they got hit by the plastic cases. MADE ME BURST OUT LAUGHING AT WORK THANK YOU >.<
feeling a little guilty at rigging the secret Santa assignments. Russia really seemed to be buying that they keep getting each other out of a computer glitch. He felt bad for lying to him to his face.
He's so innocent and cute, it makes me feel a little bad that Russia is playing with him so much. How will he react when Russia confesses the truth?
+ everything about the house decoration. The fact that he put so much effort and thought into it and nobody seems to notice is both dawww and bawww
+the whole paragraph about his fantasies about the night. Oh, America <3 so prudish at the end lol
+spacing and Superman ramblings. Particularly Man, Australia can be slow sometimes xDDDDDDDDD
+Disney romance fantasies! Also the first try at troika retelling xDDDDDDD
"Perhaps I can be throwing Amerika into sky? For old time's sake."
RUSSIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <3<3<3 Great entrance, man. Also looking great I happen to share America's taste for glitter during Christmas so yeah
Russia gave him his non-psycho killer smile, which made America melt
Dawwwww
Ottawa was beautiful city covered in snow. Very much like homeland. I was feeling very much at home with nice people. It has been long time since my last visit
I am thinking Russia heard something from before...such a tease! xD
"Kitai was very afraid of his turn."
Wait, what?
(...)
"Da. He would not release me from embrace even after the ride."
America's jaw dropped. Oh that fucking whore.
Russia, you meanie! xDDDDDDD. I fear for China's face next meeting lol. Though we were shown he was as strong as America, so maybe I am fearing for the entire room maybe if America gets violent China and Russia will see that they've gone too far with him, lol
"I am not being able to remove it when I sneeze at large glittery neon invitation."
I always mention that I love the broken engrish grammar thing you have going on, and this is exactly why. LOL
it was much harder to be all jolly and shit when everyone was avoiding telling him important things--lest they be exposed later on in wikileaks--
SO MUCH FUCKING WIN <3<3<3
He didn't want them to end up like France and England, who hated each other so much that it gave them energy
I am always happy at any paralelism being drawn between these pairings, because they are my favourites, and because it works so well!
"Amerika...skaji mena," Russia said almost tenderly, making America's eyes meet his. "Shto eta?"
DAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW and Russia speaking in Russian, hawt~~
"Scheisse, that's the most disgusting thing I--"
Prussia, you always manage to steal the story with just one line xDDDDDDDDDD
"Did France take that mistletoe by the stairs and put it on his belt?!"
France, you're always my favourite person xD
Plus he was kinda weird sometimes, the way he fidgets and goes red often. Must be an Asian thing.
Is this a onesided!Japan-->America reference? Poor Japan! Go console England and maybe more
"Hello," Australia said in a small sheepish voice.
Interesting reaction. Is Australia afraid of him?
Also, surprise Denmark/Canada! I also love this fill because the secondary pairings aren't what you usually see in secondary pairings: USUK or FrUK, Spamano, PruCan, AusHun, GerIta, SuFin, DenNor. Yours are all over the place, and it's perfect.
I was hoping for some more Germany/France action, but I get that this isn't their story. It's just so nonexistent as an established secondary pairing in fics.... I wonder how that mistletoe kiss with Russia went for them, after the other two left...
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And their names are superperfect, and just became my headcanon (Oz and Kiwi, lol). I really like your UK brothers, Wales acting more mature as they're older, like an uncle and got fucking sexy when he held his authority over Scotland, and Scotland being such a drunk jerk, hahaha, making poor America paranoid with Canada I wonder if you'll explore that more. I love your take on them, man. Also, poor England...
And guess what? I have a title now! Okay, so maybe some other US-related fanfics way better than this already used this title but if I get no violent reaction, I ain't chnagin' it. :D
I will be eternally amused about the fact that you can write so incredibly well and are incapable of coming up with good titles xDDDDDDDDDDD
The ending was superadorable, I can't wait to see what else you have in store for themus! Update soon, please ^^
sorry this ended up shorter than I previously promised ^^U
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No, really, Russia, how can you be so cruel to this guy? I even started to think this all gone too far, but the end made me melt. It was just too cute. Though I guess that won't stop Russia from playing with America's feelings. He is mean like that XDDD
And love for your Scotland, even though I had a hard time understanding him :D
"He took a potato chip and ate it. Oh yeah"
Just as planned XDDD
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