Cold War Wedlock (Russia/Fem!America) 2c/?
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January 9 2011, 23:39:44 UTC
December 25, 2010
“You have no idea how close I was to pissing myself when I heard those words, kiddo. I thought I was going to die.” Emily sighed and rubbed her face reliving the moment of stress for a second or two. “That old man, he was some tough cookie, strict military bum that he was.”
Andrei sat in silence, currently absorbing what his mother had just explained. The state looked to be in the midst of shock and further confusion, his brows knitted in thought. He didn’t break out of his state until his mother had abruptly stood up clapping her hands together.
“Ok, so that’s the story. I’m freezing out here; let’s say we go inside for some hot chocolate, huh? I have those mini marshmallows you love so much.” The mother said with a grin before beginning to leave the bench the two had been sitting on.
Her son wasn’t close behind, but instead of following he had grabbed her hand, “Wait, mom!”
Turning only slightly, America acknowledge her son, “What? I just saw North and South Dakota drag Cal by the ponytail into their ice fortress over there. You know how much California panics when surrounded by snow.”
“But you never finished the story! I thought it was supposed to be about me?”
“It was about you.” Emily replied. She walked into the fray of the ongoing snowball fight, and with a mere glance stopped the war without a word. “Playtime’s over kids, let’s head to the house for some hot chocolate. You’re all gonna get colds out here.”
There was a uniform “Awww.” From many of the Northern states, while their southern siblings irritably, but quite willingly, began heading in the front door’s direction, cursing winter in general and mumbling begrudgingly about a lost battle due to a clear field advantage. As the last of the states headed into the house, poor California stumbling behind as the feeling slowly returned to his frost-bitten legs, Alaska remained, staring at his parent in silence.
“Mom, you didn’t finish the story!”
Already in the direction of the house, America sighed and crossed her arms, “I told you, I did. Besides it’s too complicated from here on out, especially for a state, not to mention boring. There are no super heroes or nothing!” She put her arm around her child and started to escort him towards the front door, “Come on, I got 50 cups of hot chocolate to make and about 5 southern states to check for signs of hypothermia. The Dakotas thought it was funny to bury California, poor kid.”
“But you never got to the part about dad.” Andrei was clearly interested, pulling apart from his mom and standing in front of her. His azure eyes gazed sternly through long platinum locks. “What about when you were living with him?”
Emily pouted and shook her head, but her expression held a gentle understanding of the boy’s persistence. Reaching over, she ruffled her son’s hair, “Someone’s curious. Ya’ll look like your father when he’s angry.” There was a second of silence before the nation continued, “Fine, I’ll tell you more, but after I defrosted everyone inside, ok?”
The look that she received mirrored her pout almost identically. Chuckling, America passed by her state into the house before getting an answer, “You better tell me more about dad next time.”
“Not until I tell you about how I tried to marry your Uncles before your pop ruined the wedding.”
Freezing the Northern state’s eyes grew several sizes, “Wait, What!?”
“You have no idea how close I was to pissing myself when I heard those words, kiddo. I thought I was going to die.” Emily sighed and rubbed her face reliving the moment of stress for a second or two. “That old man, he was some tough cookie, strict military bum that he was.”
Andrei sat in silence, currently absorbing what his mother had just explained. The state looked to be in the midst of shock and further confusion, his brows knitted in thought. He didn’t break out of his state until his mother had abruptly stood up clapping her hands together.
“Ok, so that’s the story. I’m freezing out here; let’s say we go inside for some hot chocolate, huh? I have those mini marshmallows you love so much.” The mother said with a grin before beginning to leave the bench the two had been sitting on.
Her son wasn’t close behind, but instead of following he had grabbed her hand, “Wait, mom!”
Turning only slightly, America acknowledge her son, “What? I just saw North and South Dakota drag Cal by the ponytail into their ice fortress over there. You know how much California panics when surrounded by snow.”
“But you never finished the story! I thought it was supposed to be about me?”
“It was about you.” Emily replied. She walked into the fray of the ongoing snowball fight, and with a mere glance stopped the war without a word. “Playtime’s over kids, let’s head to the house for some hot chocolate. You’re all gonna get colds out here.”
There was a uniform “Awww.” From many of the Northern states, while their southern siblings irritably, but quite willingly, began heading in the front door’s direction, cursing winter in general and mumbling begrudgingly about a lost battle due to a clear field advantage. As the last of the states headed into the house, poor California stumbling behind as the feeling slowly returned to his frost-bitten legs, Alaska remained, staring at his parent in silence.
“Mom, you didn’t finish the story!”
Already in the direction of the house, America sighed and crossed her arms, “I told you, I did. Besides it’s too complicated from here on out, especially for a state, not to mention boring. There are no super heroes or nothing!” She put her arm around her child and started to escort him towards the front door, “Come on, I got 50 cups of hot chocolate to make and about 5 southern states to check for signs of hypothermia. The Dakotas thought it was funny to bury California, poor kid.”
“But you never got to the part about dad.” Andrei was clearly interested, pulling apart from his mom and standing in front of her. His azure eyes gazed sternly through long platinum locks. “What about when you were living with him?”
Emily pouted and shook her head, but her expression held a gentle understanding of the boy’s persistence. Reaching over, she ruffled her son’s hair, “Someone’s curious. Ya’ll look like your father when he’s angry.” There was a second of silence before the nation continued, “Fine, I’ll tell you more, but after I defrosted everyone inside, ok?”
The look that she received mirrored her pout almost identically. Chuckling, America passed by her state into the house before getting an answer, “You better tell me more about dad next time.”
“Not until I tell you about how I tried to marry your Uncles before your pop ruined the wedding.”
Freezing the Northern state’s eyes grew several sizes, “Wait, What!?”
The parent nation only glanced back with a smile.
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