Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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“Yeah, ‘cause I’m really gonna just go and start a war because I don’t like his ugly mug at breakfast.” America looked back to where Russia was sitting and crossed his arms. “Fucking face could probably curdle milk.” He mashed the crumbs from the pastry between his fingers and shook his head. He hated double talk, even if he was really good at it. Usually all it took was remembering something that the Soviet Union was doing at the moment and he could have a convincible façade. Actually, that whole damn missile thing was enough to set his teeth on edge. When he stood up, the two Europeans stopped arguing. “I’m just going to do a sweep of the conference room, calm your shit.” He gave a glance over his shoulder as he picked up his briefcase and pushed the chair in with his foot. “I’ll see you in a few, alright?”
The chatter of the room seemed to get quieter as he walked towards Russia, but it was the only way to get to the conference room. The room smelled like pine and juniper from the greenery brought in to celebrate the quickly approaching Christmas. There wouldn’t be another meeting until February as they generally took the month of January off. Maybe he could see Russia during that time. It wasn’t that hard to fake a passport, and while his Russian wasn’t all that good, his Polish was passable. He could pretend to be a Polish tourist or businessman or something. America adjusted his glasses, deep in thought about how he could slide through security with a good set of documents.
“Leaving so soon, America?” Russia asked as he started to pass his table. America glanced over to him, slowing his stride as he quirked a brow. “Shame. I was about to poison your coffee, too.”
America barked in a single note of laughter. Good morning to you too, sweetie. “I see they let you out of the zoo again. Bananas are over there by the way.” His grin was razor sharp as he stopped and Russia simply continued to look on pleasantly.
“How intelligent. You must have been thinking about that line for the past month. Or perhaps you had someone come up with it for you? That does seem more like you.” Russia hummed and looked around the room. “Ah. Your nanny seems to have come. Such a shame.” He looked bored and leaned back in the chair.
America turned to see who was coming behind him and glared back at the other man. “England’s not my nanny.”
“Wet nurse. My mistake.”
“Fuck you, Russia.”
“Really, you disappoint me. Your insults were getting a just a little better.”
With a jerk to keep England’s hand from falling onto his shoulder, America gritted his teeth and stormed away from the other man. Before he turned the corner to head towards the conference room he could see Russia looking after him, a small sad smile ghosting across his features before it was locked away and America turned back to walk down the hall ignoring the miniscule stab of guilt that stabbed and twisted within his heart.
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Loving the story so far, author! Thanks for the quick update. :D
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