Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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“It is fun.” Russia said and dragged cool fingers through the blond locks. America hummed. Violet eyes looked up to the ceiling of the room and back to the empty table. It smelled like stark cleaning products here, unlike the homey pine that filled the rest of hotel.
“You know were gonna have to be extra mean to each other today. Might even have to pull a gun out.” America burrowed his head closer to Russia’s neck, breathing against the scarf that looped around the older man’s neck. “People are talking.”
“They do little else. Like geese.” Russia made a loud honking sound and America jerked at the unexpected noise, sitting up and staring at him with wide blue eyes before laughing and kissing him on the lips gaily.
“You’re crazy,” America laughed.
Russia said nothing and butted his forehead against America’s. “As are you. “
“Damn communist.”
“Naive wonder boy.”
America chuckled and pulled away. Russia watched him stare at the door for a long time with a disgruntled look. He finally slid onto the conference table, looking down with a lazy gaze and Russia kneaded his fingers along his calf. “You look tired today. How are you?”
America looked down at him, fingers sweeping over the top of Russia’s head, skimming over the pale hair before giving a cheery smile. “Fine. Totally good.”
“You look pale.” Are you alright, went the silent question.
America curled his own fingers and rubbed Russia’s shoulders and arms gently. “I’m good. Promise.” When Russia stared at him, frowning, America added with a sigh, “Just a nightmare. No need to worry.”
“What was it about?”
“Nothing. Jeeze. Stop being all worried. You’re like a freaking mother hen. It’s not like a dream could kill me or anything.” When Russia sighed, America’s smile bubbled back up knowing that the older man had dropped the conversation. “I was thinking maybe I’d come see you this January.”
“The whole month?” Russia questioned, looking up in confusion.
America hummed happily. “Well, yeah. If you’re okay with it.”
“Of course I am.” Russia paused, gliding his fingers over America’s knees and down his shin. He worked his jaw for a minute before asking, “But how would you ever be able to?”
It wasn’t exactly easy for Nations just to pop over for more than a week. Especially when Russia and America were thought to be enemies at the moment. It would look like an act of espionage and Russia was dreading the chaos that would inevitably come.
“Babe, you forget just how good I am at forging.” He had a suave grin on and his voice had lowered into a coy whisper as he dragged one finger across Russia’s jaw. Russia had to shove down the urge to simply push him onto the table and kiss him senseless. He bit his lip as America continued on. “Spend some time in the National Parks, Reagan loves that. Head over to New York. Fly to Poland. Come over as a Polish businessman. Bam. One fucking month together.”
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