Holding Out For A Hero (part 4d)
anonymous
February 25 2011, 15:52:30 UTC
The strangest thing from this whole incident and the ones that preceded it, perhaps, was how America continued to delude himself that Russia didn't know about his feelings, no matter how blatantly obvious the clues were. Some of his actions didn't even qualify as hints anymore, and yet America continued to ignore these glaring details.
Russia grabbed a random towel and wiped himself dry. What he found even more strange was the fact that America's obliviousness didn't turn him off at all. In fact, it endeared him to Russia. He thinks, that it's because America always has this cute way of going about trying to indiscreetly ask Russia out. Even if he already knew about it.
In truth, America wasn't always like this. He used to be more straight forward and brave with Russia back when he first became his own nation. Both of them had been so close. Back then, it was only Russia who had been hesitating, but they did in fact, reach rather far, becoming best friends almost towing the line of lovers. And then the Bolsheviks came. Everything went downhill from there. The world started to change and they became more and more distant. What used to be a very close beautiful friendship steadily decayed into something dark and hateful. It wasn't long before they only started seeing each other behind their guns. In those dark times, Russia didn't even remember how they ever became friends in the first place.
Russia put on his shirt. Just as gradually as their friendship deteriorated, they unconsciously sought to revive it. It had been a slow process. They only started talking civilly after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Since then, America had gone about trying to mend their relaionship in a manner of a shy schoolboy. And Russia. Well.
It's not that he didn't like America. Sometimes, he thinks, that he never really stopped liking America. It was just that it transformed into something different. And as time went by, maybe...maybe. Maybe he wasn't that ready to pursue a relationship with him just yet. Or maybe he was. He wasn't all that sure. But he knew that he did like America. As France had put it for him once, maybe it was the level of commitment that he wasn't ready for. Or it was something that they both weren't ready for. He wasn't sure. America didn't seem to be in a hurry to return to the way they were anyway.
For the time being, he was just going to enjoy America's jealousy, like how his face looked like when he lied about riding the troika with China. He mentally noted to warn his friend about that.
He moved to get his pants but he stepped on something. It was a condom wrapper. His brows shot up. He didn't really think that any of the attendees would practice safe sex. He shook his head. He slipped one leg into his pants.
Since the Obama administration came into power though, America seemed to be a little bit bolder about asking him out. He figured, this was because it was in line with his boss' platform. And in truth, Russia rather liked this new boss. He had opened America up to friendships that he would not have considered with the last administration. Coupled with that was he fact that America didn't charge headfirst into war anymore. And he liked to believe that America was rather fond of Medvedev as well, even though he frequently mispronounced his name.
He adjusted the scarf around his neck, and remembered something. It was strange, but right after his little chat with France last night, America wouldn't stop looking at his scarf. He knew it wasn't that pretty, but he liked it. He had banned America from touching it because the last time he let him, America poked it as if he were poking at a dangerous animal. That was somewhat insulting especially since he treasured the scarf quite a lot.
Russia checked his appearance in the mirror again and frowned. There must be something he can do about this glitter that seemingly wanted to be part of his skin. He knew he should have written down the city where the party was going to be held on a piece of paper instead of looking up at the invitation again. It was just his luck that the cold wind in Moscow made him sneeze at the thing, right after his bath, resulting in an explosion of glitter, a few hours before his flight to America.
Holding Out For A Hero (part 4e)
anonymous
February 25 2011, 15:54:05 UTC
His phone rang. Russia answered it immediately without seeing who it was. "Allo?"
"Rossiya," Putin cold stern voice came from the other end, making Russia wince slightly. "You are late. The pilot has called to say you are still not at the airport."
Ah yes. Putin was a little upset about Russia leaving work and going to America's party. He got even more upset when he thought Russia was wearing the glitter on purpose. It was no wonder that he'd still be in a bad mood. Russia's flight (via private jet this time) should have been at 10:30 that morning.
"I am sorry," Russia said. "I will be going to airport now."
Putin ended the call. Russia sighed. He'd better leave as soon as possible. He pulled on his boots, opened the bathroom door, hurriedly grabbed his Christmas present and then left without a backward glance. ----------------- Russia's phone rang and vibrated, surprising him. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the caller's name.
"Who is it?" Medvedev asked, raising a brow at him, pausing from the act of giving instructions to his secretary. They were already packing up to go back to Moscow after celebrating New Year's in Murmansk.
"It is Amerika," Russia said quietly. The other nation was probably still celebrating New Year's wherever he was. Thank God Russia wasn't in the middle of sleep this time. "I will be taking it outside."
Medvedev nodded and turned back to his secretary.
Russia stood up and went to the terrace of the hotel room, and answered the phone. "Allo?" he greeted, putting at least five inches between his ear and the phone.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" America shouted at the other end of the line.
Once he was sure that America wasn't going to shout anymore, Russia put the phone near his ear.
"--was so awesome. Arkansas has that really homey feel, ya know? The folks here are so nice I even got to have dinner with a few families out here. And the fireworks! Man! I never get tired of seeing them. Too bad my boss ain't here. It would have been so much more fun! So how's New year's over there? Still partying?"
Russia smiled. America never did realize that there was such a things time zones outside of his country. "Happy New Year as well, Amerika. It was being happy. New Year here was being yesterday."
America paused. "Oh. Well. That's weird. Is that some kind of weird calender thing or something? Like how you celebrate Christmas in January?"
Russia put his other hand in his coat pocket and looked at the snow covered city. "Nyet. It is timezone. We are all having it."
"Oh. Okay." And then America went silent.
Russia rubbed at the spot between his eyes. "Amerika, is there something else?"
"Uhh...no...it's..." America breathed on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to greet you during your New Year."
Russia felt a blush creeping into his face. He laughed it off. "It is of no consequence, Amerika! I am happy that you are taking time to greet me."
America giggled. "W-We're friends, right?"
"Da." If China or France saw him smiling like he did now, he would be teased.
Russia listened to the fireworks that were still going off on America's end and the other nation's breathing. He closed his eyes. Even though they weren't talking, Russia felt happy somehow. Thi was probably one of thoe few moments of peace he'll ever get from America.
"Oh holy fuck!" America suddenly swore loudly, causing Russia to wince.
"Amerika? What is wrong?" he asked as soon as the ringing in his ears stopped.
"There's a--there's a bird! A bird!"
Russia frowned. Really? Must he ruin the peace for something ridiculous? "Da, America. A bird. I am having them too in my place. They are often flying and eating worms as they are supposed to be doing--"
"No, man! A bird just fell on me! There are fucking dead birds on the street! Hundreds of 'em!"
Russia scowled. Okay, that wasn't even remotely funny. Was America making fun of his intelligence by using such a bad joke to lengthen the conversation? That wasn't nice.
"Oh my god, what the hell?!?!"
"Amerika, I am to be hanging up now," Russia said quietly.
Holding Out For A Hero (part 4f)
anonymous
February 25 2011, 15:55:44 UTC
"Good-bye," Russia said, hanging up and then turning off his phone, his mood soured. Russia liked America's quirkiness from time to time, but he didn't like it when he was trying too hard to get his attention. Birds falling from the sky--most of America's birds should have already migrated to the south.
Russia went into the room, finding that everything has been packed and Medvedev was just fiddling with his phone.
"What is wrong with Amerika?" Medvedev asked, eyes still on his phone.
"Ah, it is being nothing," Russia said. "He is just wanting to greet Happy New Year."
Medvedev's brows furrowed. "Is that so? He just tweeted that birds are falling from the sky. He looks like he's panicking."
Russia raised a brow at him. Really? He's even going that far? Russia wondered if there really were birds falling from America's sky. Or if it was supposed to mean something else. "I am thinking that perhaps he is giving out code? Perhaps to CIA?"
Medvedev's eyes widened. "We'd better fly back to Moscow as soon as possible."
Notes:
1. Because AuthorAnon is kind of a spaz, she forgot to explain what a Pav is. Okay, so a pav is a meringue-type cake. It is also known as a Pavlova. It was named after a Russian ballerina named Anna Pavlova. It is a national and holiday dish for both Australia and New Zealand. As to which country it actually originated from is up for debate, but research seems to favour New Zealand more.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, it is in fact, rather delectable.
2. Dmitry and Alfred are twitter buddies. Putin is the disapproving 'parent'--remember when Putin back in 2004 said something about a foreign force (obviously America) wanting to emasculate Russia as a superpower and 'sieze its juiciest parts'? Yeah that. Putin is obviously on to their little trysts.
3. Also, do you remember when I said this might be shorter than its predecessor? I might have lied. Although I could just cut this short so I'd still come out as an honest person. Decisions decisions.
4. If you've been following the news very closely, you'd have already guessed where this will be going. I was just waiting for a few things to happen before I got the ball rolling.
5. I promise shorter updates. D,:
Real-life things I used: 1. Thousands of birds fell dead on Arkansas on New Year's eve. I don't think they know why they died though. 2. Medvedev has a twitter, which you should already know and follow if you're a RusAme fan. (No, they did not have new year's in Murmansk, I just wanted a change of scenery)
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@ShamelesslyEuropeanAnon Ahahaha It's okay. :P If you had made a five part review, I would have given you a bonus. Your long comments amuse me so. :D || Nyahaha New Zealand's ambiguity in gender is because the fandom still doesn't know what he/she is supposed to be. Plus the fact that there are lots of American books that refer to New Zealand as Australia's Canada. Hahaha || I've always seen America as a sweetheart. It's just that most people see his brash character before everything else. <3|| About Japan...you'll find out about him soon. ;P|| Australia isn't usually afraid of Russia, but he was caught playing Soviet War games, so...you know...|| About England: you'll get more. Hahaha|| Is it a bad title? *sob* I can't help, it's so hard!
@Requesteranon You make me blush, anon! I'm glad you're still there and haven't given up on me yet. Hahaha Don't worry, I might have big pauses, but that doesn't mean I won't finish this.
@anon1 Does that mean you're a zombie now? Why thank you! Scotland is supposed to be hard to understand. I'm glad my mangling of words was effective. Hahahah You know America would try that meme every time he ate chips. XD
@anon2 I wouldn't let America cry on fictional Christmas eve. That'd be too cruel. :P
Re: Holding Out For A Hero (part 4f)
anonymous
February 25 2011, 22:06:38 UTC
This is charming! Ah, America being all uptight and puritanical and messing up snuggling. The bit with the birds at the end made me laugh out loud. Damn dead birds ruining the moment!
Re: Holding Out For A Hero (part 4f)
anonymous
February 26 2011, 15:51:27 UTC
Hi, new anon here! Read Long September in one sitting after discovering it a few days ago (totally broke my heart, and I was rooting for Ger/Fra!) Also posted my first comment in the first segment of this story accidentally... Fail!anon
lol, America isn't the brightest crayon in the box, is he? (Poor him though, stupid birds killing the moment. And on that note, perhaps Russia isn't all that smart either - even though he knows how America feels about him he still thinks America was making fun of him with the birds.) The post-coital habits of America was really IC too (not to mention funny to boot... no wonder China and Russia thinks winding him up is funny XD)
I wonder if there's going to be any fallout over the fact that Russia and China are playing with America's feelings. I can't imagine America not being hurt about that, because it does sting if your significant other/crush and his friend finds you an object of their amusement. (Then you think: is he with me because he actually likes me, or is he just snickering over the fact that I believed that he liked me back?)
Oh, and please write as much you you want to! It's going to be an amazing ride for sure!
Re: Holding Out For A Hero (part 4f)
anonymous
February 26 2011, 20:12:08 UTC
lol Russia thinks America's birds in Alabama should have migrated South; not everywhere is as cold as you! I'm a little confused tho, I was under the impression that they had never slept together before, especially because of the fact that America decided he would be happy with just a kiss. But I guess they do sleep together... but if that's true why was America so determined to get Russia to kiss him?
Russia grabbed a random towel and wiped himself dry. What he found even more strange was the fact that America's obliviousness didn't turn him off at all. In fact, it endeared him to Russia. He thinks, that it's because America always has this cute way of going about trying to indiscreetly ask Russia out. Even if he already knew about it.
In truth, America wasn't always like this. He used to be more straight forward and brave with Russia back when he first became his own nation. Both of them had been so close. Back then, it was only Russia who had been hesitating, but they did in fact, reach rather far, becoming best friends almost towing the line of lovers. And then the Bolsheviks came. Everything went downhill from there. The world started to change and they became more and more distant. What used to be a very close beautiful friendship steadily decayed into something dark and hateful. It wasn't long before they only started seeing each other behind their guns. In those dark times, Russia didn't even remember how they ever became friends in the first place.
Russia put on his shirt. Just as gradually as their friendship deteriorated, they unconsciously sought to revive it. It had been a slow process. They only started talking civilly after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Since then, America had gone about trying to mend their relaionship in a manner of a shy schoolboy. And Russia. Well.
It's not that he didn't like America. Sometimes, he thinks, that he never really stopped liking America. It was just that it transformed into something different. And as time went by, maybe...maybe. Maybe he wasn't that ready to pursue a relationship with him just yet. Or maybe he was. He wasn't all that sure. But he knew that he did like America. As France had put it for him once, maybe it was the level of commitment that he wasn't ready for. Or it was something that they both weren't ready for. He wasn't sure. America didn't seem to be in a hurry to return to the way they were anyway.
For the time being, he was just going to enjoy America's jealousy, like how his face looked like when he lied about riding the troika with China. He mentally noted to warn his friend about that.
He moved to get his pants but he stepped on something. It was a condom wrapper. His brows shot up. He didn't really think that any of the attendees would practice safe sex. He shook his head. He slipped one leg into his pants.
Since the Obama administration came into power though, America seemed to be a little bit bolder about asking him out. He figured, this was because it was in line with his boss' platform. And in truth, Russia rather liked this new boss. He had opened America up to friendships that he would not have considered with the last administration. Coupled with that was he fact that America didn't charge headfirst into war anymore. And he liked to believe that America was rather fond of Medvedev as well, even though he frequently mispronounced his name.
He adjusted the scarf around his neck, and remembered something. It was strange, but right after his little chat with France last night, America wouldn't stop looking at his scarf. He knew it wasn't that pretty, but he liked it. He had banned America from touching it because the last time he let him, America poked it as if he were poking at a dangerous animal. That was somewhat insulting especially since he treasured the scarf quite a lot.
Russia checked his appearance in the mirror again and frowned. There must be something he can do about this glitter that seemingly wanted to be part of his skin. He knew he should have written down the city where the party was going to be held on a piece of paper instead of looking up at the invitation again. It was just his luck that the cold wind in Moscow made him sneeze at the thing, right after his bath, resulting in an explosion of glitter, a few hours before his flight to America.
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"Rossiya," Putin cold stern voice came from the other end, making Russia wince slightly. "You are late. The pilot has called to say you are still not at the airport."
Ah yes. Putin was a little upset about Russia leaving work and going to America's party. He got even more upset when he thought Russia was wearing the glitter on purpose. It was no wonder that he'd still be in a bad mood. Russia's flight (via private jet this time) should have been at 10:30 that morning.
"I am sorry," Russia said. "I will be going to airport now."
Putin ended the call. Russia sighed. He'd better leave as soon as possible. He pulled on his boots, opened the bathroom door, hurriedly grabbed his Christmas present and then left without a backward glance.
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Russia's phone rang and vibrated, surprising him. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the caller's name.
"Who is it?" Medvedev asked, raising a brow at him, pausing from the act of giving instructions to his secretary. They were already packing up to go back to Moscow after celebrating New Year's in Murmansk.
"It is Amerika," Russia said quietly. The other nation was probably still celebrating New Year's wherever he was. Thank God Russia wasn't in the middle of sleep this time. "I will be taking it outside."
Medvedev nodded and turned back to his secretary.
Russia stood up and went to the terrace of the hotel room, and answered the phone. "Allo?" he greeted, putting at least five inches between his ear and the phone.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" America shouted at the other end of the line.
Once he was sure that America wasn't going to shout anymore, Russia put the phone near his ear.
"--was so awesome. Arkansas has that really homey feel, ya know? The folks here are so nice I even got to have dinner with a few families out here. And the fireworks! Man! I never get tired of seeing them. Too bad my boss ain't here. It would have been so much more fun! So how's New year's over there? Still partying?"
Russia smiled. America never did realize that there was such a things time zones outside of his country. "Happy New Year as well, Amerika. It was being happy. New Year here was being yesterday."
America paused. "Oh. Well. That's weird. Is that some kind of weird calender thing or something? Like how you celebrate Christmas in January?"
Russia put his other hand in his coat pocket and looked at the snow covered city. "Nyet. It is timezone. We are all having it."
"Oh. Okay." And then America went silent.
Russia rubbed at the spot between his eyes. "Amerika, is there something else?"
"Uhh...no...it's..." America breathed on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to greet you during your New Year."
Russia felt a blush creeping into his face. He laughed it off. "It is of no consequence, Amerika! I am happy that you are taking time to greet me."
America giggled. "W-We're friends, right?"
"Da." If China or France saw him smiling like he did now, he would be teased.
Russia listened to the fireworks that were still going off on America's end and the other nation's breathing. He closed his eyes. Even though they weren't talking, Russia felt happy somehow. Thi was probably one of thoe few moments of peace he'll ever get from America.
"Oh holy fuck!" America suddenly swore loudly, causing Russia to wince.
"Amerika? What is wrong?" he asked as soon as the ringing in his ears stopped.
"There's a--there's a bird! A bird!"
Russia frowned. Really? Must he ruin the peace for something ridiculous? "Da, America. A bird. I am having them too in my place. They are often flying and eating worms as they are supposed to be doing--"
"No, man! A bird just fell on me! There are fucking dead birds on the street! Hundreds of 'em!"
Russia scowled. Okay, that wasn't even remotely funny. Was America making fun of his intelligence by using such a bad joke to lengthen the conversation? That wasn't nice.
"Oh my god, what the hell?!?!"
"Amerika, I am to be hanging up now," Russia said quietly.
"What? No, wait--"
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Russia went into the room, finding that everything has been packed and Medvedev was just fiddling with his phone.
"What is wrong with Amerika?" Medvedev asked, eyes still on his phone.
"Ah, it is being nothing," Russia said. "He is just wanting to greet Happy New Year."
Medvedev's brows furrowed. "Is that so? He just tweeted that birds are falling from the sky. He looks like he's panicking."
Russia raised a brow at him. Really? He's even going that far? Russia wondered if there really were birds falling from America's sky. Or if it was supposed to mean something else. "I am thinking that perhaps he is giving out code? Perhaps to CIA?"
Medvedev's eyes widened. "We'd better fly back to Moscow as soon as possible."
Notes:
1. Because AuthorAnon is kind of a spaz, she forgot to explain what a Pav is. Okay, so a pav is a meringue-type cake. It is also known as a Pavlova. It was named after a Russian ballerina named Anna Pavlova. It is a national and holiday dish for both Australia and New Zealand. As to which country it actually originated from is up for debate, but research seems to favour New Zealand more.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, it is in fact, rather delectable.
2. Dmitry and Alfred are twitter buddies. Putin is the disapproving 'parent'--remember when Putin back in 2004 said something about a foreign force (obviously America) wanting to emasculate Russia as a superpower and 'sieze its juiciest parts'? Yeah that. Putin is obviously on to their little trysts.
3. Also, do you remember when I said this might be shorter than its predecessor? I might have lied. Although I could just cut this short so I'd still come out as an honest person. Decisions decisions.
4. If you've been following the news very closely, you'd have already guessed where this will be going. I was just waiting for a few things to happen before I got the ball rolling.
5. I promise shorter updates. D,:
Real-life things I used:
1. Thousands of birds fell dead on Arkansas on New Year's eve. I don't think they know why they died though.
2. Medvedev has a twitter, which you should already know and follow if you're a RusAme fan. (No, they did not have new year's in Murmansk, I just wanted a change of scenery)
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@ShamelesslyEuropeanAnon Ahahaha It's okay. :P If you had made a five part review, I would have given you a bonus. Your long comments amuse me so. :D || Nyahaha New Zealand's ambiguity in gender is because the fandom still doesn't know what he/she is supposed to be. Plus the fact that there are lots of American books that refer to New Zealand as Australia's Canada. Hahaha || I've always seen America as a sweetheart. It's just that most people see his brash character before everything else. <3|| About Japan...you'll find out about him soon. ;P|| Australia isn't usually afraid of Russia, but he was caught playing Soviet War games, so...you know...|| About England: you'll get more. Hahaha|| Is it a bad title? *sob* I can't help, it's so hard!
@Requesteranon You make me blush, anon! I'm glad you're still there and haven't given up on me yet. Hahaha Don't worry, I might have big pauses, but that doesn't mean I won't finish this.
@anon1 Does that mean you're a zombie now? Why thank you! Scotland is supposed to be hard to understand. I'm glad my mangling of words was effective. Hahahah You know America would try that meme every time he ate chips. XD
@anon2 I wouldn't let America cry on fictional Christmas eve. That'd be too cruel. :P
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lol, America isn't the brightest crayon in the box, is he? (Poor him though, stupid birds killing the moment. And on that note, perhaps Russia isn't all that smart either - even though he knows how America feels about him he still thinks America was making fun of him with the birds.) The post-coital habits of America was really IC too (not to mention funny to boot... no wonder China and Russia thinks winding him up is funny XD)
I wonder if there's going to be any fallout over the fact that Russia and China are playing with America's feelings. I can't imagine America not being hurt about that, because it does sting if your significant other/crush and his friend finds you an object of their amusement. (Then you think: is he with me because he actually likes me, or is he just snickering over the fact that I believed that he liked me back?)
Oh, and please write as much you you want to! It's going to be an amazing ride for sure!
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I'm a little confused tho, I was under the impression that they had never slept together before, especially because of the fact that America decided he would be happy with just a kiss. But I guess they do sleep together... but if that's true why was America so determined to get Russia to kiss him?
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