Re: What Russia did for love [1c/1]
anonymous
March 3 2011, 10:15:40 UTC
The next morning was spent in preparation for the afternoon meeting, searching high and low for a guitar that would suit his purposes. He hadn't brought his own from home, not deeming it necessary. In fact, he preferred to keep the fact that he could play at all a secret. He had bought the instrument during the 50s, when rock and roll had started to become big at America's house and the two had drifted apart. It was the one way he could think of to stay close to him. So he had stashed the guitar in an unused room near the back of his house where no one ever went, spending hours on end learning the songs of Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, and others. It had always been his secret, something even America didn't know about him. It had always been much too embarassing to tell him.
But now, for America, he would do this. He would let the whole world know his secret if it only brought America back to him without anger. He wanted to show him that when he said he loved him he meant it. And he meant that he loved only him and no other. America had to see that, didn't he? And if he didn't then he would definitely know it after today's meeting. And he knew just the song to show him.
After hours of searching he located a fairly nice acoustic guitar for a reasonable price and bought it. And it was a good thing he did, too, because he only had 15 minutes to get to the meeting and set everything up. It was a rush and he almost didn't make it, but he slid into his seat with three minutes to spare. He drew a few stares, not only because he was uncharacteristically tardy, but because "Is that Russia with a guitar on his back!?"
America slumped into the meeting room two minutes later, barely missing being tardy as well. He refused to look at Russia, looking like a kicked puppy. It always broke Russia's heart to see him this way, more so when he was the cause. But hopefully he would feel better once Russia had gone through with his genius (albeit extremely embarassing) plan.
Three minutes into the meeting, after going over notes from the previous gathering, the floor was opened for any new announcements or concerns. Russia immediately raised his hands, prompting speculative whispers around the room. What was he going to do? And why did he have a guitar?
"I have an announcement to make, if you do not mind. It seems there has been a misunderstanding between America and I and I would like to take care of it immediately before it escalates." He said, looking around for anyone to object. When no one did he rose from his seat and rearranged the guitar so it was slung over his chest rather thann his back.
"America. Please believe me when I say that I love you. And if embarassing myself in front of the entire world by drawing attention to it does not convince you, then I have only this song left."
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You guys have no clue how much I fecking love this song >w< JOHNNY CASH! Also: Russia with a guitar is smex. This is actually my first completed fill! Yay me!
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Re: What Russia did for love [1c/1]
anonymous
March 3 2011, 10:17:03 UTC
He started to strum the guitar, fingers working in the familar patters to form the notes and chords of the song. He could see America's face flush as he recognized the tune, though he still refused to look at him. Though whether it was out of anger, pride, or embarassment, only time would tell.
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep end out for the ties that bind Because you're mine, I walk the line
He sang along with the strumming of the guitar, the message clear in the words. It was why he had picked this song. He had always been cautious in love before America, never giving his all for fear of getting hurt. But with America it was different. He couldn't help giving it his all because America wouldn't let him give anything less. He didn't even realize it, but he demanded all of Russia's attention just by being himself.
He made his way slowly around the long table, the rest of the countries following his every movement with their eyes. It had been awhile since anything so interesting or unexpected had happened in a meeting and they were all happy for the distraction. America was still steadfastly refusing to look Russia in the eye, but his face was bright red and he was obviously fighting down a smile.
I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day's through I will admit that I'm a fool for you Because you're mine, I walk the line.
It was true, he had never found it very difficult to stay faithful to America. Even during those lonely nights when they were both required at home and couldn't spend their time together he never yearned for the company of another. Who could compare to someone so bright and alive and full of enthusiasm for everything? There was no one else for him, he was sure. It was why America had to believe him when he said nothing happened with China.
As sure as night is dark and day is light I keep you on my mind both day and night. And happiness I've known proves that it's right Because you're mine, I walk the line
There was never a time when America wasn't on his mind. When they were together he would just watch him, analyze his every action and amass them all into a bigger picture of what exactly the younger nation was all about. When they were apart his thought were all about the next time they would meet, or how America would react to certain things someone said to him, or new jokes to tell him that would make him laugh. Russia loved America's laugh. He put his whole body into it, hands clutching his stomach and face contorting in childish glee.
Re: What Russia did for love [1d/1]
anonymous
March 3 2011, 10:17:39 UTC
He'd finally reached America and was standing right in front of him, violet eyes pleading for forgiveness. America was still not looking at him and for a second Russia thought that it was a lost cause and that his plan had failed and he'd been publically humiliated for absolutely no reason. But then the blonde glanced up at him, ducking his head as his blush renewed.
You've got a way to keep me on your side You give me cause for love that I can't hide For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide Because you're mine, I walk the line
He would do anything for America, wasn't he proving that right now? He would get down on one knee and beg for his forgiveness if that's what it came to. He would pluck the moon out of the sky if it made him happy. America was looking at him now, staring at him with a mix of wonder and mortification. He may like being the center of attention, but he hated being put on the spot. It was a wonderful contradiction that was so like him.
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the ties that bind Because you're mine, I walk the line
He ended the song with a small flourish and knelt on the floor before America, taking his hands and gazing up into his eyes.
"I do not know why you would draw the conclusion that I was cheating on you with China, nor that I don't love you. You are my heart, my soul. Please, America, forgive me. I was merely trying to get him to give you some respite on the issue of your debt, perhaps not mention it for a few days. I know how tired you are, lately. I did not want you to be more stressed than necessary."
America stared down at him, apparently speechless. It took long moments before he was able to communicate his thoughts.
"You...you really did all this for me?" He asked, seeming awed.
"Of course. I love you, you should know that by now." He said, raising one of the smaller hands clasped in his larger ones up to his lips and placing a tender kiss there. "Please forgive me?"
"You....you big oaf. Why can't you let me stay mad at you?" He pouted, leaning down to catch Russia's lips in a kiss. "Of course I forgive you. But since when do you know Johnny Cash?"
"That is a long story for another day. But perhaps I will tell you once the meeting has ended." He said, smiling and capturing America in another kiss before rising to his feet and returning to his seat so they could start the meeting in earnest.
The other nations never did find out how Russia knew how to play guitar or Johnny Cash.
But now, for America, he would do this. He would let the whole world know his secret if it only brought America back to him without anger. He wanted to show him that when he said he loved him he meant it. And he meant that he loved only him and no other. America had to see that, didn't he? And if he didn't then he would definitely know it after today's meeting. And he knew just the song to show him.
After hours of searching he located a fairly nice acoustic guitar for a reasonable price and bought it. And it was a good thing he did, too, because he only had 15 minutes to get to the meeting and set everything up. It was a rush and he almost didn't make it, but he slid into his seat with three minutes to spare. He drew a few stares, not only because he was uncharacteristically tardy, but because "Is that Russia with a guitar on his back!?"
America slumped into the meeting room two minutes later, barely missing being tardy as well. He refused to look at Russia, looking like a kicked puppy. It always broke Russia's heart to see him this way, more so when he was the cause. But hopefully he would feel better once Russia had gone through with his genius (albeit extremely embarassing) plan.
Three minutes into the meeting, after going over notes from the previous gathering, the floor was opened for any new announcements or concerns. Russia immediately raised his hands, prompting speculative whispers around the room. What was he going to do? And why did he have a guitar?
"I have an announcement to make, if you do not mind. It seems there has been a misunderstanding between America and I and I would like to take care of it immediately before it escalates." He said, looking around for anyone to object. When no one did he rose from his seat and rearranged the guitar so it was slung over his chest rather thann his back.
"America. Please believe me when I say that I love you. And if embarassing myself in front of the entire world by drawing attention to it does not convince you, then I have only this song left."
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You guys have no clue how much I fecking love this song >w< JOHNNY CASH! Also: Russia with a guitar is smex. This is actually my first completed fill! Yay me!
Re-CAPTCHA: Labor isaboin. Yes, CAPTCHA Labor is boring =w=
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I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep end out for the ties that bind
Because you're mine, I walk the line
He sang along with the strumming of the guitar, the message clear in the words. It was why he had picked this song. He had always been cautious in love before America, never giving his all for fear of getting hurt. But with America it was different. He couldn't help giving it his all because America wouldn't let him give anything less. He didn't even realize it, but he demanded all of Russia's attention just by being himself.
He made his way slowly around the long table, the rest of the countries following his every movement with their eyes. It had been awhile since anything so interesting or unexpected had happened in a meeting and they were all happy for the distraction. America was still steadfastly refusing to look Russia in the eye, but his face was bright red and he was obviously fighting down a smile.
I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day's through
I will admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line.
It was true, he had never found it very difficult to stay faithful to America. Even during those lonely nights when they were both required at home and couldn't spend their time together he never yearned for the company of another. Who could compare to someone so bright and alive and full of enthusiasm for everything? There was no one else for him, he was sure. It was why America had to believe him when he said nothing happened with China.
As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night.
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
Because you're mine, I walk the line
There was never a time when America wasn't on his mind. When they were together he would just watch him, analyze his every action and amass them all into a bigger picture of what exactly the younger nation was all about. When they were apart his thought were all about the next time they would meet, or how America would react to certain things someone said to him, or new jokes to tell him that would make him laugh. Russia loved America's laugh. He put his whole body into it, hands clutching his stomach and face contorting in childish glee.
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You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine, I walk the line
He would do anything for America, wasn't he proving that right now? He would get down on one knee and beg for his forgiveness if that's what it came to. He would pluck the moon out of the sky if it made him happy. America was looking at him now, staring at him with a mix of wonder and mortification. He may like being the center of attention, but he hated being put on the spot. It was a wonderful contradiction that was so like him.
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the ties that bind
Because you're mine, I walk the line
He ended the song with a small flourish and knelt on the floor before America, taking his hands and gazing up into his eyes.
"I do not know why you would draw the conclusion that I was cheating on you with China, nor that I don't love you. You are my heart, my soul. Please, America, forgive me. I was merely trying to get him to give you some respite on the issue of your debt, perhaps not mention it for a few days. I know how tired you are, lately. I did not want you to be more stressed than necessary."
America stared down at him, apparently speechless. It took long moments before he was able to communicate his thoughts.
"You...you really did all this for me?" He asked, seeming awed.
"Of course. I love you, you should know that by now." He said, raising one of the smaller hands clasped in his larger ones up to his lips and placing a tender kiss there. "Please forgive me?"
"You....you big oaf. Why can't you let me stay mad at you?" He pouted, leaning down to catch Russia's lips in a kiss. "Of course I forgive you. But since when do you know Johnny Cash?"
"That is a long story for another day. But perhaps I will tell you once the meeting has ended." He said, smiling and capturing America in another kiss before rising to his feet and returning to his seat so they could start the meeting in earnest.
The other nations never did find out how Russia knew how to play guitar or Johnny Cash.
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