Farmboy 1/1
anonymous
December 30 2010, 22:51:30 UTC
A.M Anon strikes again! One quick note, as much as I would love to continue almost anything I write I'd never finish my original goal if I did. Don't worry some of them will be longer! Enjoy!
Russia slammed the door to his hotel room closed and wanted to open it back up just to get to slam it again. Instead he acted slightly more mature and just took off his coat before throwing himself onto the bed, bouncing slightly as he stared up at the ceiling. Why was America so stupid, why did he have to fight so hard against what was best? He could almost say he hated him right now, wanted to wring his neck and watch the life drain from him as he thrashed in pain.
But it hadn’t always been this way. When he had been a young man who lived on his farm he had been able to love him. Back in the days when America had been simpler and not always in the way. When he won, crushed his economy and made him become one, that was what he destined his country to be.
He would not let a single factory stand. He would raze the cities and big towns to the ground and force him and all his children to be farmer again. And no high tech machinery for them, nothing more advanced than a tractor. It was more honest that way. They would feed themselves and the rest of the family, one day everyone.
One day, maybe a hundred years from now Alfred would be happy like that too. Russia would come to visit and he would find America working in the fields. He licked his lip at just that image and let his hand drift down to his pants and undo them. As he took himself into his hand he closed his eyes and began to imagine.
America would be sweating, tan, gorgeous in the summer heat, jeans hanging low on his hips and shirt already gone. He would look up as Russia’s boots crunched something on the ground and his face would stretch into a smile. For a moment Russia pondered whether he would still have to direct him to do what Russia wanted but then he decided that America was at least bright enough to figure out what his controlling country wanted.
He’d invite him to come in, shyly blushing just brightly enough for it to be seen through the dirt and tan. But Russia wanted to do it here, among the amber waves of grain that still made America so beautiful. America would laugh at that and fret about Russia getting dirty, he was sweet like that. But Russia had no intention of being the one against the dirt, he never was. But still Alfred would fret that some part of him could get dirty and Russia would be kind and say that wouldn’t bother him too much, that America was worth it.
His hand became gentle as America’s would be as he started to stroke Russia, always asking if he was doing okay. Always innocent as he should be. Russia moaned and wriggled to get his pants further down to give himself more room.
At some point America would lay down on the ground and he would go down too, covering his warm body and kissing him as he prepared him, drinking in the little squeaks and moans America would make. He would buck and beg for more, a remaining trace of his greed that only showed when in these circumstances.
Russia would give him what he wanted and in the real world his hand tightened because only Russia got America and he hadn’t visited in a few months. America would cling and smell like soil and growing things, freed from the horrible scent of smoke and metal that had perverted him and torn him from Russia. He would cling like roots clung to soil and when he came his cry would be wild and free, honest and sweet as he squeezed Russia, begging for him to finish too.
Russia came in his hand with a grunt, stroking himself through before opening his eyes again, finding himself alone but not really minding. Russia practically purred as he cleaned himself off with a tissue, he couldn’t wait until those days of sun and pure love, it was only a matter of time before he broke America and got it.
Re: Farmboy 1/1
anonymous
December 31 2010, 03:52:52 UTC
I understood how this was sweet (the way you wrote it IS sweet) but its also surprisingly dark
Russia wants to /break/ America enough that America is no longer his strong willed, bold and blunt self. Russia wants to make America into an innocent thing that clings to its master and giggles while whisper sweet words at him. ;-; I wonder is this during the Cold War? Regardless I am on America's side on this and hope he wins (sequelsequelsequel).
Very nicely done btw not that many can make something so dark and /sad/ seem so nice and sweet and not creepy ^^;
Re: Farmboy 1/1
anonymous
December 31 2010, 15:53:17 UTC
Like anon above me, I was thrilled and perhaps disturbingly more turned on by the darkness lurking here; Russia's desires are sweet in appearance, but he wants to destroy everything America has made himself into, what he has chosen to become; in a way, it's very fitting that the USSR wants to project its own fantasies and desires on what America should be, in his opinion; and the fact that Russia lets it hint that he came just to take him (wherever he, Russia, wanted, and of course always topping, as he remarks that he "had no intention of being the one against the dirt, he never was"). And the fact that he called himself "his (America's) controlling country", points to the fact that America has become no more than a sex commodity, he's become what Russia wanted for Russia's pleasure (in fact, apparently Russia's forbidden him to have any other partner or anyone else form touching him, as it makes him tighter). That's...practically what Nazi Germany did with France. And it's brilliant. Other things that stuck out to me is how submissive he wants America to be...very fitting for the age, and for a powerful male then. I wodner how much is fiction that Russia told himself, since America sure was a farmer, but probably not the blushy and keeny kindXD
And wow, the hipocrisy is delicious, author anon. How he wants America to loose greedy, mass production and big cities, because they've apparently corrupted him, but not Russia, lol. He
Holy long comments Batman >///< I'm really glad you enjoyed this and that you got it. I have a feeling that during the time he was the USSR he wasn't exactly able to have a completely healthy relationship, especially with the one he was fighting against. And since this is his fantasy land this is what he wants with none of the compromise that would actually have to exsist. But I think he really does love America, he just thinks he knows what's best and imagines him as kind of a pet as well as lover and that doesn't really work out to anything healthy. (that's also why Russia doesn't want anyone else touching him because America is HIS) A major part of my headcannon is the Bloody Sunday were he kills people that aren't behaving. I feel like that heavily carried into the USSR era. Also he's comparing an America who was his friend and totally willing to play tag with him through the field to a paranoid enemy so his perception is a little messed up.
I'm super glad you liked it so much and thanks for such a long review!
Re: Farmboy 1/1
anonymous
January 1 2011, 00:56:15 UTC
I agree with the two anons above me, but my favorite parts were Russia's views that he is saving America from himself, in a way. (At least, that'a how I took the "smoke and metal corrupted him" part), as well as the last line. Because that's like serious hypocrisy right there; calling America greedy but desiring his land and his submission and his loyalty even to the point of love, though as stated before he seems to just be a sex toy to Russia.
Russia slammed the door to his hotel room closed and wanted to open it back up just to get to slam it again. Instead he acted slightly more mature and just took off his coat before throwing himself onto the bed, bouncing slightly as he stared up at the ceiling. Why was America so stupid, why did he have to fight so hard against what was best? He could almost say he hated him right now, wanted to wring his neck and watch the life drain from him as he thrashed in pain.
But it hadn’t always been this way. When he had been a young man who lived on his farm he had been able to love him. Back in the days when America had been simpler and not always in the way. When he won, crushed his economy and made him become one, that was what he destined his country to be.
He would not let a single factory stand. He would raze the cities and big towns to the ground and force him and all his children to be farmer again. And no high tech machinery for them, nothing more advanced than a tractor. It was more honest that way. They would feed themselves and the rest of the family, one day everyone.
One day, maybe a hundred years from now Alfred would be happy like that too. Russia would come to visit and he would find America working in the fields. He licked his lip at just that image and let his hand drift down to his pants and undo them. As he took himself into his hand he closed his eyes and began to imagine.
America would be sweating, tan, gorgeous in the summer heat, jeans hanging low on his hips and shirt already gone. He would look up as Russia’s boots crunched something on the ground and his face would stretch into a smile. For a moment Russia pondered whether he would still have to direct him to do what Russia wanted but then he decided that America was at least bright enough to figure out what his controlling country wanted.
He’d invite him to come in, shyly blushing just brightly enough for it to be seen through the dirt and tan. But Russia wanted to do it here, among the amber waves of grain that still made America so beautiful. America would laugh at that and fret about Russia getting dirty, he was sweet like that. But Russia had no intention of being the one against the dirt, he never was. But still Alfred would fret that some part of him could get dirty and Russia would be kind and say that wouldn’t bother him too much, that America was worth it.
His hand became gentle as America’s would be as he started to stroke Russia, always asking if he was doing okay. Always innocent as he should be. Russia moaned and wriggled to get his pants further down to give himself more room.
At some point America would lay down on the ground and he would go down too, covering his warm body and kissing him as he prepared him, drinking in the little squeaks and moans America would make. He would buck and beg for more, a remaining trace of his greed that only showed when in these circumstances.
Russia would give him what he wanted and in the real world his hand tightened because only Russia got America and he hadn’t visited in a few months. America would cling and smell like soil and growing things, freed from the horrible scent of smoke and metal that had perverted him and torn him from Russia. He would cling like roots clung to soil and when he came his cry would be wild and free, honest and sweet as he squeezed Russia, begging for him to finish too.
Russia came in his hand with a grunt, stroking himself through before opening his eyes again, finding himself alone but not really minding. Russia practically purred as he cleaned himself off with a tissue, he couldn’t wait until those days of sun and pure love, it was only a matter of time before he broke America and got it.
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Russia wants to /break/ America enough that America is no longer his strong willed, bold and blunt self. Russia wants to make America into an innocent thing that clings to its master and giggles while whisper sweet words at him. ;-; I wonder is this during the Cold War? Regardless I am on America's side on this and hope he wins (sequelsequelsequel).
Very nicely done btw not that many can make something so dark and /sad/ seem so nice and sweet and not creepy ^^;
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Other things that stuck out to me is how submissive he wants America to be...very fitting for the age, and for a powerful male then. I wodner how much is fiction that Russia told himself, since America sure was a farmer, but probably not the blushy and keeny kindXD
And wow, the hipocrisy is delicious, author anon. How he wants America to loose greedy, mass production and big cities, because they've apparently corrupted him, but not Russia, lol. He
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A major part of my headcannon is the Bloody Sunday were he kills people that aren't behaving. I feel like that heavily carried into the USSR era. Also he's comparing an America who was his friend and totally willing to play tag with him through the field to a paranoid enemy so his perception is a little messed up.
I'm super glad you liked it so much and thanks for such a long review!
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Great work!
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