Fill [2/4]
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September 20 2011, 22:01:19 UTC
There’s a moment of silence and as Canada waits for Russia to reply he watches another minute or so of the documentary on TV. The sound is still muted but it’s on an advert break anyway so he’s not missing much.
“Why not? Have you not had sex before?”
Drawn back from the dull distraction of television, Canada is quick to respond, “Of course I have! It just took me off guard to hear you say something like that out of the blue!”
Russia pauses before saying, “It was not out of the blue. We were listing nice experiences.”
“Not all sexual encounters are nice experiences,” Canada replies, attempting to repress already-emerging memories that he would rather just forget altogether.
“I agree. But if you choose to have sex with nice people, then it is usually a nice experience, да?”
“I... This conversation is making me feel uncomfortable,” Canada says, but Russia doesn’t seem to hear him.
“After all, there is no better feeling than having someone’s вход around your хуй.”
At that moment, Canada is glad he doesn’t know Russian. But there’s something interesting about the way Russia speaks, a smooth, relaxed tone that doesn’t seem to be at all flustered or embarrassed by the issue of sex. That’s more than Canada can say for himself.
“Did you intend to talk about this when you rang me?” Canada asks, curious. “Or is this just normal everyday improvised conversation for you?”
“I saw you with your brother today,” Russia says, apparently changing the subject. “You are very attractive. Much more than your отвратительно brother.”
Canada doesn’t quite know how to respond. “Um... thanks?”
And then the conversation hits a wall because Canada really doesn’t know how to continue. He wracks his brain for something to say, something to further the discussion, anything at all, before remembering that thing England always says when he’s trying to keep small talk alive. “So, what’s the weather like?”
“It’s cold,” Russia says cheerfully. “It is always cold in Moscow. I think it will start snowing by the end of today.”
Canada is sympathetic. “Sorry. But hey, it’s cold here, too.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Russia tuts. “I like the weather in my country. The cold is homely for me, but sometimes it makes me sad because my sunflowers never grow. Did you know that Russian people used to take naked baths in the snow in the past? That must have been sore, but it might have been fun, too.”
That’s such a strange anecdote. Canada’s eyes widen and he lets out an “Uh-huh?” to indicate Russia should continue.
“Hm... It must be hard to have sex in the snow. Oh, forgive the pun there, Canada! It must be hard to get hard in the snow!” And Russia laughs at his own joke.
Canada feels his cheeks start to burn as a few thousand images fight for dominance inside his head. Is Russia hitting on him? Is this a twisted sort of flirting? He coughs and says, “Well, I wouldn’t know about that...”
“That is okay. I could show you.”
Show him what? Canada’s knuckles are white as he holds onto the phone as tightly as he can. “Wait, are you suggesting...?”
“Yes. We should have sex in the snow.”
Before he can gain any sort of composure, Canada groans and his knees weaken; it’s a good thing he’s on the couch because if he’d been standing up he would have toppled over by now. His trousers are starting to feel far too tight as his over-active imagination gets the better of him.
“W-why would we have sex in the snow? Why would I do anything with you?”
“Because you want to. Because you’re hard right now. Because I like you and I want you as my own.”
“Why not? Have you not had sex before?”
Drawn back from the dull distraction of television, Canada is quick to respond, “Of course I have! It just took me off guard to hear you say something like that out of the blue!”
Russia pauses before saying, “It was not out of the blue. We were listing nice experiences.”
“Not all sexual encounters are nice experiences,” Canada replies, attempting to repress already-emerging memories that he would rather just forget altogether.
“I agree. But if you choose to have sex with nice people, then it is usually a nice experience, да?”
“I... This conversation is making me feel uncomfortable,” Canada says, but Russia doesn’t seem to hear him.
“After all, there is no better feeling than having someone’s вход around your хуй.”
At that moment, Canada is glad he doesn’t know Russian. But there’s something interesting about the way Russia speaks, a smooth, relaxed tone that doesn’t seem to be at all flustered or embarrassed by the issue of sex. That’s more than Canada can say for himself.
“Did you intend to talk about this when you rang me?” Canada asks, curious. “Or is this just normal everyday improvised conversation for you?”
“I saw you with your brother today,” Russia says, apparently changing the subject. “You are very attractive. Much more than your отвратительно brother.”
Canada doesn’t quite know how to respond. “Um... thanks?”
And then the conversation hits a wall because Canada really doesn’t know how to continue. He wracks his brain for something to say, something to further the discussion, anything at all, before remembering that thing England always says when he’s trying to keep small talk alive. “So, what’s the weather like?”
“It’s cold,” Russia says cheerfully. “It is always cold in Moscow. I think it will start snowing by the end of today.”
Canada is sympathetic. “Sorry. But hey, it’s cold here, too.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Russia tuts. “I like the weather in my country. The cold is homely for me, but sometimes it makes me sad because my sunflowers never grow. Did you know that Russian people used to take naked baths in the snow in the past? That must have been sore, but it might have been fun, too.”
That’s such a strange anecdote. Canada’s eyes widen and he lets out an “Uh-huh?” to indicate Russia should continue.
“Hm... It must be hard to have sex in the snow. Oh, forgive the pun there, Canada! It must be hard to get hard in the snow!” And Russia laughs at his own joke.
Canada feels his cheeks start to burn as a few thousand images fight for dominance inside his head. Is Russia hitting on him? Is this a twisted sort of flirting? He coughs and says, “Well, I wouldn’t know about that...”
“That is okay. I could show you.”
Show him what? Canada’s knuckles are white as he holds onto the phone as tightly as he can. “Wait, are you suggesting...?”
“Yes. We should have sex in the snow.”
Before he can gain any sort of composure, Canada groans and his knees weaken; it’s a good thing he’s on the couch because if he’d been standing up he would have toppled over by now. His trousers are starting to feel far too tight as his over-active imagination gets the better of him.
“W-why would we have sex in the snow? Why would I do anything with you?”
“Because you want to. Because you’re hard right now. Because I like you and I want you as my own.”
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