Cold War Wedlock (Russia/Fem!America) 1f/?
anonymous
January 7 2011, 01:22:49 UTC
After a silent pause, Emily spoke, “The thing is, I didn’t want to hate your dad, but I hated him. I feared him, I was threatened by him. That’s what our people felt, that’s what I began to feel.” Sighing, the normally light-hearted country looked down at her hands, “I was tired, we were all tired after the Second World War, but I got cocky. I wanted to make sure that everyone else recognized that I was playing with the big boys. I wanted to end the war any way I could, even if it meant creating a weapon I couldn’t control. What I didn’t know was that even if I was a woman, the others weren’t going to sit back and just let me take the spotlight, especially the Soviet Union. He had changed too, your father. There was a time that I had known that he wasn’t such a bad guy, but after the war, he was just different. He wanted everyone to agree with him. He wanted a world that truly recognized him. His bosses used Communism as a way to get that recognition. Your dad began to see red, and lots of it, and it got to the point that he couldn’t see a thing if it wasn’t covered in red.”
Her normally bright eyes had clouded over, and for a moment, Alaska felt concerned over his mother’s sudden change. The stories of his childhood had always been filled with an array of superheroes beating a common enemy, who represented a single complete evil. Yet for the first time, the state could feel the story graying, showing neither black nor white. In his mother’s words, there didn’t seem to be a hero… or an enemy.
“Argh, that’s not what you wanted to hear, is it? Hearing about how us nations are all just a bunch of self-centered, narcissistic fools, getting into wars just for the power, the influence.” Emily licked her lips and reached over to ruffle the state’s platinum hair. She smiled, but even Alaska could tell that the expression was fake. “I wasn’t expecting to get pregnant, when I slept with Russia. I had other things on my mind, such as how to avoid falling into an all out war with him, but still be able to deter his insistent need to force others to believe in him. The fiasco with South Korea and his brother hadn’t worked out, and personally I really didn’t want to shed more blood than need be. So… Behind everyone’s backs, I did the only thing I thought would work to keep him from truly hating me to the point of wanting to destroy. I slept with him. I gave him all the recognition he could ever want and all the reasons not to directly attack the United States.”
Shrugging, America stuck her tongue out, “Didn’t really work out. He left me the next morning without saying good-bye.” Her eyes looked at her son’s as she curtly summed it up in one statement, “It was just cold political sex to him. I was still the Capitalist Pig, shoving lies down people’s throats.”
She shook her head, waves of blond hair swaying back and forth, “It didn’t take long before I knew I was carrying his baby… You.” _____
That's it again. Sorry, it's just a small addition, but next will be Part 2. Thank you for your patience. I will continue doing my best even with life calling at me from afar.
Additional Author-anon Notes: I forgot to warn readers about the realistic take on this story. America might seem a little OoC due to the grave attributes of what she is explaining to her children. States, compared to nations, in my opinion, have a more limited view of the world than their parents. The story will get lighter and fluffier with time, but I wanted to portray nations torn in the middle, between their lives as countries and their personal lives, which will allow me to place America in Russia's house even during the Cold War due to the future marriage. Any statement in the story or any future statement is not meant to offend, and doesn't represent me as a person as well. Thank you for reading again.
Her normally bright eyes had clouded over, and for a moment, Alaska felt concerned over his mother’s sudden change. The stories of his childhood had always been filled with an array of superheroes beating a common enemy, who represented a single complete evil. Yet for the first time, the state could feel the story graying, showing neither black nor white. In his mother’s words, there didn’t seem to be a hero… or an enemy.
“Argh, that’s not what you wanted to hear, is it? Hearing about how us nations are all just a bunch of self-centered, narcissistic fools, getting into wars just for the power, the influence.” Emily licked her lips and reached over to ruffle the state’s platinum hair. She smiled, but even Alaska could tell that the expression was fake. “I wasn’t expecting to get pregnant, when I slept with Russia. I had other things on my mind, such as how to avoid falling into an all out war with him, but still be able to deter his insistent need to force others to believe in him. The fiasco with South Korea and his brother hadn’t worked out, and personally I really didn’t want to shed more blood than need be. So… Behind everyone’s backs, I did the only thing I thought would work to keep him from truly hating me to the point of wanting to destroy. I slept with him. I gave him all the recognition he could ever want and all the reasons not to directly attack the United States.”
Shrugging, America stuck her tongue out, “Didn’t really work out. He left me the next morning without saying good-bye.” Her eyes looked at her son’s as she curtly summed it up in one statement, “It was just cold political sex to him. I was still the Capitalist Pig, shoving lies down people’s throats.”
She shook her head, waves of blond hair swaying back and forth, “It didn’t take long before I knew I was carrying his baby… You.”
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That's it again. Sorry, it's just a small addition, but next will be Part 2. Thank you for your patience. I will continue doing my best even with life calling at me from afar.
Additional Author-anon Notes: I forgot to warn readers about the realistic take on this story. America might seem a little OoC due to the grave attributes of what she is explaining to her children. States, compared to nations, in my opinion, have a more limited view of the world than their parents. The story will get lighter and fluffier with time, but I wanted to portray nations torn in the middle, between their lives as countries and their personal lives, which will allow me to place America in Russia's house even during the Cold War due to the future marriage. Any statement in the story or any future statement is not meant to offend, and doesn't represent me as a person as well. Thank you for reading again.
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Russia/FemAmerica is always epic win ♥
And the snowball civil war XD Thank you for including New Jersey :'D
Can't wait to see more ♥
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