In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME
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Okay, let's make history and be more epic than these people, shall we?
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[So darling, let's discuss our tactics:/I will be mad and you will be possessed/That is the only way to fight this world/Those are the only times when we are at our best >> sacred darling << gogol bordello]
For all the polite fiction that their familial terms are just a matter of affectation, they are gods with hot red blood and libidos. And if their need to satisfy those urges results in long days of needy fucking in every room they can find, matching strength against strength because that's the best aphrodisiac, and letting America fuck him until neither can speak their native tongue, then it's no one's business but Russia's.
So while the winds blow and the snow piles so very deep, Russia swells with life. Inside his chest is the tundra, and in his belly is a furnace, and even Nature itself can not bend him to Her laws. Despite the masculine pronoun, he is and always was Mother Russia. Ukraine finds him chasing a dog with a butcher knife, and when she asks why, he tells her, "Bad omen. The baby might be born hairy," which is the only acknowledgment of his condition he ever makes.
When he gives birth, he's on his feet in hours, pacing back and forth, clutching the newborn, naked, mewling, in his arms. Ukraine pleads with him, "Brother, please, you're ripping your stitches," as Russia leaves a little trail of bloody footprints behind him.
When America arrives two days later, the baby hasn't been named or fed. No one's brave enough to fight Russia over him. America walks into the house, grins, and says, "Oh, Ivan, he's perfect."
Russia stands quite still, and everyone, including America, braces for the oncoming storm. Instead, he gingerly lays the baby in America's arms. America stares down in astonishment at this big, beautiful husky baby, a winter baby. He begins to gush at the child.
Russia watches, his face like a thousand slivers of shattered mirror. Some detached part of his mind is aware that the birth has addled him, and he feels like venom is seeping into his spine, his chromosomes. "He's yours," he tells America, and these words he doesn't say, I've lost him. I give him to you.
America names him Alaska. Russia spends weeks tracing the name in Cyrillic letters in the frost on his windows.
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Now I have the desire to write a fluffy sequel with America, baby Alaska, and clucking!granddad England. Possibly because once I'm exorcised all my angst, I need fluff. :)
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Ilu. ): Thank you so much!
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