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.
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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