[Fic Fill] A Week To Ourselves 6/8
TITLE: A Week To Ourselves - Day 6
AUTHOR: Raikana Sakaro (raikana_sakaro)
RECIPIENT: aiixael
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Russia/America (...not always in that order) and a bit Canada/Ukraine...
RATING: MA/NC-17
NOTES: Freaking. Long. More of a warning, but still. Also, all editing/encouragement/cattle-prodding done by sketchfiend...as well as help with research and ideas on where to set it/what they should do... Loosely based on real places. ...overall rating is MA, but this chapter is pretty PG.
SUMMARY: A seven day date/vacation between Russia and America...and an epilogue just because I wanted to see Canada's reaction to his gifts.
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5
Day Six
When America woke up the next morning, he immediately sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he tried to see where Russia had gotten to. Then he blinked and frowned in confusion when he saw the larger man still sitting in bed next to him. “...why are you still here? Don’t you go drink your breakfast out on the patio?”
Russia shrugged, looking over the pamphlets spread on the covers. “I have already done that. Then I went for a walk and found some interesting places we can visit.”
America stretched his arms wide as he yawned loudly. Then he pulled back the blanket and climbed out of bed, wandering out into the main room naked. “What kinds of places?” he called out as he found the breakfast cart, lifting the lid to see what the tall man had ordered for him.
Russia smiled at America as he came back in the room with his hands full of food. “Well, I was thinking we might visit some museums to start with, then there is a glass-blowing shop I would like to see, perhaps some local cultural sites...”
America threw himself onto the bed again and leaned over to look at the brochures. “Yeah. That sounds like a great plan...if we were on a fucking field trip. Come on, man...we’re grown ups. We don’t have to go to museums and shit.” He shoved a whole slice of toast into his mouth and picked up a second piece, shaking it at Russia. “We should go shopping or something good like that!”
Russia reached up and gently brushed crumbs off his face before pushing America’s hand back down to the bedspread. “It could be interesting to visit museums and galleries, America...”
America swallowed half a cup of coffee in one gulp, then scoffed. “No, it wouldn’t. I’ve been to museums and art galleries. Snore fests, all of them. Well, most of them anyway.”
Russia picked up one of the many leaflets and held it out to America. “I think you will really like this one, at least.”
America took the piece of paper and glanced at it quickly, flipping it over in his hands. “...a glass store? You want to take me to some store where they only sell glass stuff? It looks more like an art gallery.”
Russia took the pamphlet back and opened it up, pointing to a picture inside. “It is not just a store. You can watch them blowing the glass and making these things. I would really like to go.”
America rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You would. Could you act any older, man? It feels like I’m going out with stuffy England or some shit.”
Russia reached out and turned America’s face to him, smiling as he leaned down to look the younger man in the eye. “I would really like to go, America. Then we can go shopping like you wish. Yes?”
America shuddered as he looked into the Russian’s wide, lavender eyes. “Yeah. Sure. We’ll go to your stupid glass thing, but then I’m finding the kick-assest stores ever. And taking you there.”
Russia finally closed his eyes as he smiled and reached up to gently pat America’s head. “Good. Then it is settled. Please finish your breakfast and get dressed. We will be leaving soon.”
America shot Russia one last suspicious look before shoving his second piece of toast in his mouth, downing it with the rest of his coffee.
* * *
America stood next to Russia in the glass shop, his arms crossed over his chest and his foot tapping the floor impatiently as he waited for the people to finally do something besides just hold that pipe in the oven. He glanced up at the older man for a moment and just rolled his eyes again when he saw a look of childish wonder on the large face.
He sighed and looked back down at the people clustered around oven just in time to see them step back and pull the pipe out behind them. Then he caught sight of the white-hot blob on the end of the metal and leaned forward on the railing to get a better look at it.
Russia quickly glanced down at America while the glassblower was drawing in a deep breath, then he reached over and ran his hand down the younger man’s back, slipping it casually into the rear pocket of his shorts as he turned back to face the man in front of them.
America kept his eyes locked on the glowing blob of molten glass, but moved a couple inches closer to the Russian and slipped his arm around the taller man’s soft waist as he watched the blob glow in size. Then the artist slowed the spin of the tube and America leaned to one side, resting his head against Russia’s shoulder as he watched the glass start to take shape.
Russia smiled slightly as he felt the soft hair on his shoulder and turned his head to kiss it before turning back to the glassblower, watching him twist the soft glass into incredible shapes using nothing but his breath, gravity, and the force of his spinning.
America pressed tighter against Russia’s side as the glass blower took out a knife and rested the glass on the table before slicing it off the tube. Then he took his knife and carefully carved out a larger mouth before stepping back to let it cool. “...you are so gay, man,” America whispered softly to the Russian, smiling as he watched the sculpture go from orange to red and finally end up as green patterned glass.
Russia just smirked and squeezed America’s ass gently, humming noncommittally. When the glassblower had finished clearing away his mess, Russia finally pulled his hand out of America’s pocket and rested it on the other’s slim hip. “Come, America. I have some shopping I would like to do before we go to your stores...”
America shrugged and kept walking beside the taller man. “Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out.”
* * *
America held his phone out in front of him, madly tapping buttons as they walked along the road. “Okay...so just down here is a mall and everyone knows malls are awesome. So we’ll start there...” He trailed off and frowned, lifting his head as he smelled something warm and sweet and vanilla. “...what is that?” he asked, looking around to find where it was coming from.
Russia reached up with his free hand and pointed at a small bakery down the road. “Perhaps there?” he suggested, watching the American’s eyes narrow, then widen. Then he felt the tug on his arm as he walked and resisted.
America pulled harder on Russia’s arm as he started walking toward the shop. “Come on! I need to have some of that! It smells great!” He grunted briefly as he strained against the taller man’s resistance. “And I bet your lard ass would love it, too... Hurry up!”
Russia shook his head, still walking at his previous pace, fighting against the younger man with every step. “No. There is no need to hurry. They will still be there when we get there.”
America tugged harder on Russia’s arm and whined. “But I’m hungry now...”
Russia sighed and finally gave in, increasing his pace to follow America into the bakery. The young nation finally released his hand once they were inside, moving around to look at the different kinds of cookies with a broad grin on his face.
The clerk walked out from behind the counter, holding a small tray, and smiled at America. “Would you like to try a sample?”
America took a few pieces, nodding. “Yeah!” He stuffed one into his mouth, then grabbed one and shoved it towards Russia’s face. “Here! Try this!”
Russia leaned away from the cookie and brought his hand up to carefully take it away from the blond. “Thank you, but I can feed myself...”
America just grinned and leaned close to the larger man, standing almost nose-to-nose. “But it’s just so much fun to feed you...”
Russia quickly glanced at the clerk, then sighed and pressed a quick kiss to America’s cheek before eating his sample. Then he watched America go up to the counter to pay for a box of the cookies, thinking about what he should get for his sisters. While America was busy paying, he strode over to the shelves and picked up two tins of cookies, setting them gently on the counter.
America moved out of the way, holding his box close to his chest, already chewing on one of the sweets. “You don’t have to get your own. I promise I’ll share...”
Russia just shook his head and put some money down on the counter. “These are not for myself, Alfred. These are gifts for my sisters.” He turned to glance at the young blond while the clerk bagged the tins. “Shouldn’t you be buying some gifts for your brother?”
America shrugged and offered a cookie to the older man. “I still got time... We don’t leave until tomorrow.”
Russia took the treat from America and picked up his bag in his free hand. “Yes, but we leave tomorrow. There is no more time to put this off, yes?”
America grinned and waved back at the clerk as he left, followed by the large Russian. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. I’ve done this lots of times before. Just enjoy the sun while you can.”
Russia rolled his eyes again and walked beside America. “How much farther is your mall?”
America pulled out his phone and started working the buttons again. “Umm...not too far. I think. About a half hour.”
“...and why did you not want to take a car?”
“Because it’s a beautiful day, man! I can’t stay cooped up when it’s like this!” America grinned and spread his arms wide, spinning as he walked. The Russian sighed and shook his head, picking up speed.
* * *
America walked along inside of the mall, shoulder to shoulder with Russia, eating his ice cream as he walked. “See? Isn’t this so much better than some stuffy museum?”
Russia shrugged as he followed the young nation, taking small bites of his own cone. “It is fine, I suppose,” he replied, almost knocking America over when he stopped suddenly, holding up a hand. “What is it, now?”
America grinned and pointed at the signs behind the plate glass. Signs advertising houses. “Look!”
Russia raised an eyebrow at the younger man. “...they are real estate ads. What is so exciting?”
America stabbed at the glass with his finger as he stared. “Man, I have got to get me one of those!” He finally sighed and pulled away, walking off with a final glance back. “Just imagine having a house here and we could come visit anytime we wanted!”
Russia followed next to America again with another shrug. “How are you going to pay for a new house, though?”
America took a huge bite out of his cone in order to reach the last of the ice cream inside. “I’ll just ask my boss. He’s got to agree to it. He knows how freaking...awesome...this place...” America’s eyes widened as he stared straight ahead. “Oh. My. God! Come on!” He grabbed Russia’s hand and started running towards the flashing lights ahead of him.
Russia followed the young man, still trying to finish his ice cream before it fell off the cone. Then the room full of lights and music was in front of them and America stopped to stare through the windows. Russia’s momentum carried him straight into America before he could stop and his ice cream cone missed his mouth, hitting his nose before he pulled it back, frowning.
America turned to face the large man with an excited, wide-eyed smile on his face. “They have an arcade! How awesome is that?!”
Russia just grunted and reached one hand up to clean off his nose, only to have America swoop in and lick it clean at the last moment. Then the American pushed the small cone towards Russia’s face. “Come on! Hurry up and finish so we can go play some games! How long can you possibly take eating a small cone?”
Russia frowned and quickly finished off the last of it. “I was trying to enjoy it. Savor the moment. Not swallow it so fast I do not taste it.”
“Yeah, yeah. Blah blah blah I don’t get ice cream ever. Come on! These games aren’t going to play themselves!” America grabbed Russia’s hand, dragging him toward the entrance to the arcade.
Russia glanced around once they were inside, then turned to America. “But several of these games are playing themselves.”
America shook his head and let go of Russia long enough to buy some tokens. “No, man, that’s just the demo mode. Come on. There’s this game you have to try. It’s super fun and I kick major ass at it!”
Russia flinched at the loud music, then looked up at the sign. “Dance... Revolution? Is this one of your communist jokes?”
America shook his head and climbed up onto the game pad. “No, man. It’s cool. This game is from Japan anyways. He’s the only one I’ve lost to, too, but he invented it and he’s kinda creepy ninja anyways, so that’s understandable. It’s just a dancing game. I bet you’ll love it. You like ballet and ice dancing and all that gay shit anyways.”
Russia set his bags down and climbed up onto the second pad, taking a moment to stretch. “I fail to see how ballet or ice dancing is gay...” he said softly as he stood on the center square.
America just hit the tutorial button, leaning back on the railing as it played. “Then that means you’re gay.”
Russia watched the screen intently as it explained how to play, then sighed. “I do wish you would stop saying that.”
America grinned and reached over to poke Russia’s love handle. “Why? Because you’re afraid of the truth? Gay gay gayer gay,” he chanted in a sing-song voice leaning over into the larger man’s face.
Russia placed his palm on the American’s face and shoved him away, back to his own dancepad. “No, because I am trying to concentrate.”
America rolled his eyes and leaned back on the railing again. “You aren’t going to get scary obsessive about this, are you? Cause there’s a reason I don’t play games with Korea anymore.”
Russia shook his head and smiled sweetly at America as the tutorial finished. “Of course not. Let’s play, yes?”
America nodded and pushed himself off the railing. “I’ll go easy on you to start with, since this is your first time.” He quickly scrolled down the song list until he found one with only one foot, then hit play. He grinned and rocked to the beat as he quickly glanced over to see Russia standing tall on the center square, his hands folded in front of his stomach. Then he turned his gaze back to the screen as the notes started scrolling and danced.
When the song ended, he finally looked back over to Russia, only to see that he was standing in the same pose as before. Only his messed up hair betrayed the fact that he had moved at all. Then he grinned and looked back at the screen to see that he had gotten an A, then Russia’s score came up as AA and America frowned. “Fine... I guess you’re pretty good at this, huh?”
Russia simply shrugged and twisted around to stretch out his back muscles. “It was not hard, no.”
America grinned and tapped his pad until the song list swung around to the 5-foot songs and hit play on the first one in the list. “Let’s see how you like something harder, then...” he said as he swayed to the beat.
Russia took up his pose again as the notes started scrolling, moving his feet to meet the arrows as they reached the top of the screen with never a foot out of place and only some of them with incorrect timing. He finally finished the song with a small flourish and looked over at America with a small smile to find the younger nation panting, sweating, and red in the face. “What is wrong, America? Are you not as good as you hoped?”
America took a deep breath and glared at Russia as their scores came up, B for America and A for Russia. “Screw you, man. I rock this game. This is just beginners’ luck.” He stomped his down arrow until he found the hardest group of songs, choosing one of the ten foot songs. “Let’s see how you handle this shit!”
America glared at the screen in concentration, leaning back to hold onto the bar as he moved his feet across the keys as fast as he could, but he saw one note miss, then another and another as his body tried to correct the mistakes. He finally shook his head and got back on track, watching his bar increase again as he hit the notes. Then, at the very end of the song, he grinned and let go of the bar, spinning and stomping out the last sequence.
Then he grinned as he slammed his foot down on the last note, turning just in time to see Russia bring one foot around in front of the other, pointing it as he cupped his arms in front of himself slightly. America frowned and looked back at the screen as the scores came up, showing a higher score on Russia’s side yet again.
He stomped the dancepad petulantly as he turned to face the taller man. “What the hell, man? Are you some kind of commie ninja spy or something?!”
Russia straightened up and pulled himself back into his normal posture. “No, I believe I would know if I was still a communist spy. And I do not see how I could ever be a ninja. That is a Japanese concept.”
America pouted and hopped off the platform. “Well, you are! There’s no way your fat ass could beat me at this game! I’m going to go find another game!”
Russia shrugged and climbed down, picking up his bags before wandering off into the arcade to try his hand at some other games. After a half hour without seeing any other signs of America, he collected his tickets and went to the prize counter to turn them in. He quickly glanced over the shelves of prizes as he let his tickets on the counter. “I would like...two of those tropical fish toys, please.”
The man behind the counter quickly counted out the tickets, then nodded and pulled the two fish down, setting them on the counter in front of Russia. “You have some extra tickets. Did you want something else? A ring pop?”
Russia spread the tickets out in front of him and quickly counted them before pointing to one of the bins under the counter. “I have enough for one of those, yes?”
The man nodded and reached under the counter, setting the small toy on the counter. “Have a good day and please come again.”
Russia just smiled as he slipped the small gun in pocket and picked up his bags again, dropping the fish toys inside before heading outside to wait for the young blond. As soon as he walked out of the door, though, he felt something hard hit him between the eyes and bounce off. He focused his eyes on the object as it hit the ground and bounced up again, realizing that it was just a child’s bouncing ball. Then he followed it back to its source and sighed as he saw a head of shining blond hair close to the ground.
America grabbed his ball and stood up with a wide grin, waving at Russia. “Hey! What took you so long?”
Russia walked over to stand next to the young nation, looking down at the colorful ball in his hands. “I was winning prizes for my sisters. Why are you out here already?”
America shrugged and slipped the ball into his bulging pockets. “No reason. I just got bored and checked out early. But man, these balls are freaking awesome! And I got this pencil, too! I think I’ll give some of them to Canada for a gift. Souvenirs and all that.”
“...you are going to give you brother bouncing balls for a souvenir?” Russia raised his eyebrow at America and started walking again.
America just shook his head as he walked next to the Russian, gently twining their arms together. “No, of course not. I’m going to give him the pencil and some of the balls,” he said, grinning up at Russia. “See, I was thinking of taking a couple of them and gluing them to the pencil and then I’d have like this...statue to give him. See?”
Russia sighed and shook his head. “You...you are planning to give your brother a...penis statue made out of a pencil and some...bouncy balls?”
America grinned and nodded eagerly. “Funny, right?”
Russia just shook his head again and kept walking, glancing at the stores as the walked past. “Perhaps...you should get him something more? Some clothing, maybe?” Russia stopped and gestured at a clothing store across the walkway from them. “I was considering buying something for my sisters as well...”
America turned to look at the shop, idly chewing on one of his cookies. “I guess I could...not that he ever changes his shirt. All he ever wears is that hoodie or his dress shirt.” He shrugged and swallowed the rest of his cookie as he followed Russia into the store. “So are you sure it’s a good idea to get clothes for your sisters? They won’t start stalking you or anything?”
Russia walked through the racks of clothes, ignoring the strange looks from the other women browsing the store. America followed a few feet behind him, stopping every so often to look at one of the shirts on the racks. Then the young nation stopped dead in his tracks, staring at two shirts with a wide grin on his face.
He glanced up at Russia, still moving through the crowds of women like a ship through the sea, then decided against telling him and just picked up the two bright pink shirts, folding them up as small as he could before running after the larger man. “So what are you going to get for you sisters?”
Russia held up two black T-Shirts with identical hula dancers prints on the front and the back. “I was thinking of this. Should I get the large?” he asked, holding one of them higher.
America quickly stuffed the folded shirts under his arm and reached up to tug on the fabric, then shook his head. “Nah. This is a pretty stretchy shirt. You could get away with a medium and then it would hug her curves and just...pow!” He grinned as he used his hand to mimic the curve of Ukraine’s breasts.
Russia narrowed his eyes and quickly put both shirts back on the rack. “I would appreciate it if you did not speak about my sister like that.” He picked out another shirt with the same design, this time in 3XL and draped it over his arm.
America bent down to look at the tag on the collar. “Why not, man? You have to admit she has a fucking awesome rack...” he said as he gently stretched the neck of the shirt. “Sweet. I didn’t know you were into the 80s off-the-shoulder look.”
Russia frowned and pulled the shirt out of America’s hands. “The what?”
America stood up again with a grin and nudged Russia in the ribs. “You know. The 80s. When girls would get shirts that were way too big for them and let the collars hang off one shoulder... And with a nice thin fabric like this, I bet it’ll drape real nice off her gazongas.”
Russia turned his head and shot a sharp look at the young blond. “That is my sister you are talking about,” he snapped pulling the shirt back.
“Yeah, I know,” America said, gently patting the larger man on the shoulder. “That’s why I made sure I didn’t say something like funbags.” Then he saw Russia’s nasty look turn nastier. “Shit...umm...I meant her jugs. No? Sweater Puppies?”
Russia clenched his fist so tight that America swore he heard the bones cracking. “My sister.”
“Umm...tits? Melons?” He looked at the expression on the larger man’s face and then looked down at the ground. “I...I’m not helping, am I?”
Russia’s frown turned into a dangerous grin as he looked at the younger man. “I would say that is putting it mildly...”
America cleared his throat and finally looked back into the Russian’s face. “Okay...how about boobs? It’ll drape really nice over her boobs.”
Russia tilted his head to one side, still smiling at the American. “And what is wrong with saying Breasts?”
America’s eyes widened and he quickly clapped his hand over Russia’s mouth as he looked around the store at the women. “Shh! You can’t say that word in public!”
Russia grabbed America’s wrist and pried his hand away. “You were calling them funbags and jugs and I am the one saying dirty words?”
“Umm...yeah. That’s we have all those other words for them. I mean, what if a kid hears you or something? You don’t want them hearing that kind of stuff!”
Russia sighed and turned back to the racks. “Normally I would find your repressed sexuality amusing, but this is simply ridiculous...” he said as he went back to browsing.
America stood awkwardly next to Russia for a moment before grinning and leaning close to him again. “But you have to admit that her rack is epic, right?”
“I will admit no such thing. She is my sister.”
America reached out and poked the Russian’s stomach with his fingers, grinning. “That’s not what you said a few days ago...”
“I admitted that my sister was a beautiful woman. That has nothing to do with her...boobs.” Russia said, picking up a blouse to look at.
“But you said you’d do your sister!”
Russia shook his head and made a shushing motion at America. “No, I did not say that. You just assumed that I would.”
“Then...why didn’t you say anything?”
Russia picked up a second blouse and compared the two side by side. “Because I wanted you to stop talking about it. Which one do you think would make Belarus less likely to stalk me again?”
America looked at the shirts, then pointed to one of them. “But if you were lying...that means you are gay! You don’t like girls!”
Russia sighed and stalked up to the register to pay for the shirts. “It does not mean that at all. It just means that I do not want to have sex with my sisters. Which is a perfectly normal feeling to have.”
America grinned and set his shirts down at the register next to Russia’s, grinning broadly. “Yeah...if you’re gay.”
Russia sighed and handed the clerk his card. “I am not gay. I just do not want to do my sisters. I would gladly do your sister, though.”
America frowned as he handed over some money. “...my sister? You mean Matt? He’s not a girl.”
Russia took his card back and smiled at the clerk, thanking her before walking out the door. “It was hypothetical. If you had a sister, I would be willing to do her, but not my own sisters. Would you be willing to do your brother?”
America flushed and walked quickly to the door leading out of the mall. “I told you before! Leave me and him out of it!”
Russia frowned and hurried to catch up with America as he left the building. “I was just making a point, America.”
“Your mom’s a point,” the young nation retorted automatically as he walked.
“...that did not even make sense.” Russia caught up to America and easily kept pace with him. “I was just trying to demonstrate that I do not have to desire my sisters in order to be straight. I could desire your sisters and still be straight.”
“Yeah...well...” America stared straight ahead as he tried to think of another argument. “Well...if your sister gets any closer to my brother, she’ll become my sister and then...then you would want to fuck your sister because she’d be my sister, too!”
“No, America. It does not work like that. She would only be your sister-in-law and my actual sister, so I would still not desire her. However, if Canada was a woman, I would desire her.”
America raised one hand and shook his finger in the air as he walked. “But then...if Canada was a chick...he’d be a lesbian and he wouldn’t want to be with you because he’d be too busy squeezing your sister’s jugs and doing whatever else Lesbians do.” Then he stopped and giggled as his brain caught up with his mouth. “Man...I bet your sister would make an awesome lesbian.”
Russia grabbed America’s hand and pulled on it to get him moving again. “Come on. We have to get back to the cabin and we are not speaking about this anymore.”
“So would you do your lesbian sister’s girlfriend, then?” America asked, jogging along behind Russia.
Russia yanked his arm forward again. “I said we are not talking about this, America!”
“Or would you do your sister and her girlfriend at the same time? Damn, that would be hot. I’d pay good money to see that...”
Russia stopped abruptly and pulled America around to face him. “You will stop pursuing this line of thought right now if you know what is good for you.”
America just shrugged and grinned. “Whatever you say, Fabulous McGay. Here...” He pulled his hand away from Russia and shrugged off his T-Shirt, stuffing it in the bag with the two pink shirts. “Some eye candy for you,” he said, flexing his arms. Then he leaned forward and kissed Russia briefly, tugging on his lower lip before leaning back again. “To get you in the mood...” he said with a smile as he started walking back to their cabin.
Russia sighed and followed the younger man, shaking his head.
AUTHOR: Raikana Sakaro (raikana_sakaro)
RECIPIENT: aiixael
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Russia/America (...not always in that order) and a bit Canada/Ukraine...
RATING: MA/NC-17
NOTES: Freaking. Long. More of a warning, but still. Also, all editing/encouragement/cattle-prodding done by sketchfiend...as well as help with research and ideas on where to set it/what they should do... Loosely based on real places. ...overall rating is MA, but this chapter is pretty PG.
SUMMARY: A seven day date/vacation between Russia and America...and an epilogue just because I wanted to see Canada's reaction to his gifts.
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5
Day Six
When America woke up the next morning, he immediately sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he tried to see where Russia had gotten to. Then he blinked and frowned in confusion when he saw the larger man still sitting in bed next to him. “...why are you still here? Don’t you go drink your breakfast out on the patio?”
Russia shrugged, looking over the pamphlets spread on the covers. “I have already done that. Then I went for a walk and found some interesting places we can visit.”
America stretched his arms wide as he yawned loudly. Then he pulled back the blanket and climbed out of bed, wandering out into the main room naked. “What kinds of places?” he called out as he found the breakfast cart, lifting the lid to see what the tall man had ordered for him.
Russia smiled at America as he came back in the room with his hands full of food. “Well, I was thinking we might visit some museums to start with, then there is a glass-blowing shop I would like to see, perhaps some local cultural sites...”
America threw himself onto the bed again and leaned over to look at the brochures. “Yeah. That sounds like a great plan...if we were on a fucking field trip. Come on, man...we’re grown ups. We don’t have to go to museums and shit.” He shoved a whole slice of toast into his mouth and picked up a second piece, shaking it at Russia. “We should go shopping or something good like that!”
Russia reached up and gently brushed crumbs off his face before pushing America’s hand back down to the bedspread. “It could be interesting to visit museums and galleries, America...”
America swallowed half a cup of coffee in one gulp, then scoffed. “No, it wouldn’t. I’ve been to museums and art galleries. Snore fests, all of them. Well, most of them anyway.”
Russia picked up one of the many leaflets and held it out to America. “I think you will really like this one, at least.”
America took the piece of paper and glanced at it quickly, flipping it over in his hands. “...a glass store? You want to take me to some store where they only sell glass stuff? It looks more like an art gallery.”
Russia took the pamphlet back and opened it up, pointing to a picture inside. “It is not just a store. You can watch them blowing the glass and making these things. I would really like to go.”
America rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You would. Could you act any older, man? It feels like I’m going out with stuffy England or some shit.”
Russia reached out and turned America’s face to him, smiling as he leaned down to look the younger man in the eye. “I would really like to go, America. Then we can go shopping like you wish. Yes?”
America shuddered as he looked into the Russian’s wide, lavender eyes. “Yeah. Sure. We’ll go to your stupid glass thing, but then I’m finding the kick-assest stores ever. And taking you there.”
Russia finally closed his eyes as he smiled and reached up to gently pat America’s head. “Good. Then it is settled. Please finish your breakfast and get dressed. We will be leaving soon.”
America shot Russia one last suspicious look before shoving his second piece of toast in his mouth, downing it with the rest of his coffee.
* * *
America stood next to Russia in the glass shop, his arms crossed over his chest and his foot tapping the floor impatiently as he waited for the people to finally do something besides just hold that pipe in the oven. He glanced up at the older man for a moment and just rolled his eyes again when he saw a look of childish wonder on the large face.
He sighed and looked back down at the people clustered around oven just in time to see them step back and pull the pipe out behind them. Then he caught sight of the white-hot blob on the end of the metal and leaned forward on the railing to get a better look at it.
Russia quickly glanced down at America while the glassblower was drawing in a deep breath, then he reached over and ran his hand down the younger man’s back, slipping it casually into the rear pocket of his shorts as he turned back to face the man in front of them.
America kept his eyes locked on the glowing blob of molten glass, but moved a couple inches closer to the Russian and slipped his arm around the taller man’s soft waist as he watched the blob glow in size. Then the artist slowed the spin of the tube and America leaned to one side, resting his head against Russia’s shoulder as he watched the glass start to take shape.
Russia smiled slightly as he felt the soft hair on his shoulder and turned his head to kiss it before turning back to the glassblower, watching him twist the soft glass into incredible shapes using nothing but his breath, gravity, and the force of his spinning.
America pressed tighter against Russia’s side as the glass blower took out a knife and rested the glass on the table before slicing it off the tube. Then he took his knife and carefully carved out a larger mouth before stepping back to let it cool. “...you are so gay, man,” America whispered softly to the Russian, smiling as he watched the sculpture go from orange to red and finally end up as green patterned glass.
Russia just smirked and squeezed America’s ass gently, humming noncommittally. When the glassblower had finished clearing away his mess, Russia finally pulled his hand out of America’s pocket and rested it on the other’s slim hip. “Come, America. I have some shopping I would like to do before we go to your stores...”
America shrugged and kept walking beside the taller man. “Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out.”
* * *
America held his phone out in front of him, madly tapping buttons as they walked along the road. “Okay...so just down here is a mall and everyone knows malls are awesome. So we’ll start there...” He trailed off and frowned, lifting his head as he smelled something warm and sweet and vanilla. “...what is that?” he asked, looking around to find where it was coming from.
Russia reached up with his free hand and pointed at a small bakery down the road. “Perhaps there?” he suggested, watching the American’s eyes narrow, then widen. Then he felt the tug on his arm as he walked and resisted.
America pulled harder on Russia’s arm as he started walking toward the shop. “Come on! I need to have some of that! It smells great!” He grunted briefly as he strained against the taller man’s resistance. “And I bet your lard ass would love it, too... Hurry up!”
Russia shook his head, still walking at his previous pace, fighting against the younger man with every step. “No. There is no need to hurry. They will still be there when we get there.”
America tugged harder on Russia’s arm and whined. “But I’m hungry now...”
Russia sighed and finally gave in, increasing his pace to follow America into the bakery. The young nation finally released his hand once they were inside, moving around to look at the different kinds of cookies with a broad grin on his face.
The clerk walked out from behind the counter, holding a small tray, and smiled at America. “Would you like to try a sample?”
America took a few pieces, nodding. “Yeah!” He stuffed one into his mouth, then grabbed one and shoved it towards Russia’s face. “Here! Try this!”
Russia leaned away from the cookie and brought his hand up to carefully take it away from the blond. “Thank you, but I can feed myself...”
America just grinned and leaned close to the larger man, standing almost nose-to-nose. “But it’s just so much fun to feed you...”
Russia quickly glanced at the clerk, then sighed and pressed a quick kiss to America’s cheek before eating his sample. Then he watched America go up to the counter to pay for a box of the cookies, thinking about what he should get for his sisters. While America was busy paying, he strode over to the shelves and picked up two tins of cookies, setting them gently on the counter.
America moved out of the way, holding his box close to his chest, already chewing on one of the sweets. “You don’t have to get your own. I promise I’ll share...”
Russia just shook his head and put some money down on the counter. “These are not for myself, Alfred. These are gifts for my sisters.” He turned to glance at the young blond while the clerk bagged the tins. “Shouldn’t you be buying some gifts for your brother?”
America shrugged and offered a cookie to the older man. “I still got time... We don’t leave until tomorrow.”
Russia took the treat from America and picked up his bag in his free hand. “Yes, but we leave tomorrow. There is no more time to put this off, yes?”
America grinned and waved back at the clerk as he left, followed by the large Russian. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. I’ve done this lots of times before. Just enjoy the sun while you can.”
Russia rolled his eyes again and walked beside America. “How much farther is your mall?”
America pulled out his phone and started working the buttons again. “Umm...not too far. I think. About a half hour.”
“...and why did you not want to take a car?”
“Because it’s a beautiful day, man! I can’t stay cooped up when it’s like this!” America grinned and spread his arms wide, spinning as he walked. The Russian sighed and shook his head, picking up speed.
* * *
America walked along inside of the mall, shoulder to shoulder with Russia, eating his ice cream as he walked. “See? Isn’t this so much better than some stuffy museum?”
Russia shrugged as he followed the young nation, taking small bites of his own cone. “It is fine, I suppose,” he replied, almost knocking America over when he stopped suddenly, holding up a hand. “What is it, now?”
America grinned and pointed at the signs behind the plate glass. Signs advertising houses. “Look!”
Russia raised an eyebrow at the younger man. “...they are real estate ads. What is so exciting?”
America stabbed at the glass with his finger as he stared. “Man, I have got to get me one of those!” He finally sighed and pulled away, walking off with a final glance back. “Just imagine having a house here and we could come visit anytime we wanted!”
Russia followed next to America again with another shrug. “How are you going to pay for a new house, though?”
America took a huge bite out of his cone in order to reach the last of the ice cream inside. “I’ll just ask my boss. He’s got to agree to it. He knows how freaking...awesome...this place...” America’s eyes widened as he stared straight ahead. “Oh. My. God! Come on!” He grabbed Russia’s hand and started running towards the flashing lights ahead of him.
Russia followed the young man, still trying to finish his ice cream before it fell off the cone. Then the room full of lights and music was in front of them and America stopped to stare through the windows. Russia’s momentum carried him straight into America before he could stop and his ice cream cone missed his mouth, hitting his nose before he pulled it back, frowning.
America turned to face the large man with an excited, wide-eyed smile on his face. “They have an arcade! How awesome is that?!”
Russia just grunted and reached one hand up to clean off his nose, only to have America swoop in and lick it clean at the last moment. Then the American pushed the small cone towards Russia’s face. “Come on! Hurry up and finish so we can go play some games! How long can you possibly take eating a small cone?”
Russia frowned and quickly finished off the last of it. “I was trying to enjoy it. Savor the moment. Not swallow it so fast I do not taste it.”
“Yeah, yeah. Blah blah blah I don’t get ice cream ever. Come on! These games aren’t going to play themselves!” America grabbed Russia’s hand, dragging him toward the entrance to the arcade.
Russia glanced around once they were inside, then turned to America. “But several of these games are playing themselves.”
America shook his head and let go of Russia long enough to buy some tokens. “No, man, that’s just the demo mode. Come on. There’s this game you have to try. It’s super fun and I kick major ass at it!”
Russia flinched at the loud music, then looked up at the sign. “Dance... Revolution? Is this one of your communist jokes?”
America shook his head and climbed up onto the game pad. “No, man. It’s cool. This game is from Japan anyways. He’s the only one I’ve lost to, too, but he invented it and he’s kinda creepy ninja anyways, so that’s understandable. It’s just a dancing game. I bet you’ll love it. You like ballet and ice dancing and all that gay shit anyways.”
Russia set his bags down and climbed up onto the second pad, taking a moment to stretch. “I fail to see how ballet or ice dancing is gay...” he said softly as he stood on the center square.
America just hit the tutorial button, leaning back on the railing as it played. “Then that means you’re gay.”
Russia watched the screen intently as it explained how to play, then sighed. “I do wish you would stop saying that.”
America grinned and reached over to poke Russia’s love handle. “Why? Because you’re afraid of the truth? Gay gay gayer gay,” he chanted in a sing-song voice leaning over into the larger man’s face.
Russia placed his palm on the American’s face and shoved him away, back to his own dancepad. “No, because I am trying to concentrate.”
America rolled his eyes and leaned back on the railing again. “You aren’t going to get scary obsessive about this, are you? Cause there’s a reason I don’t play games with Korea anymore.”
Russia shook his head and smiled sweetly at America as the tutorial finished. “Of course not. Let’s play, yes?”
America nodded and pushed himself off the railing. “I’ll go easy on you to start with, since this is your first time.” He quickly scrolled down the song list until he found one with only one foot, then hit play. He grinned and rocked to the beat as he quickly glanced over to see Russia standing tall on the center square, his hands folded in front of his stomach. Then he turned his gaze back to the screen as the notes started scrolling and danced.
When the song ended, he finally looked back over to Russia, only to see that he was standing in the same pose as before. Only his messed up hair betrayed the fact that he had moved at all. Then he grinned and looked back at the screen to see that he had gotten an A, then Russia’s score came up as AA and America frowned. “Fine... I guess you’re pretty good at this, huh?”
Russia simply shrugged and twisted around to stretch out his back muscles. “It was not hard, no.”
America grinned and tapped his pad until the song list swung around to the 5-foot songs and hit play on the first one in the list. “Let’s see how you like something harder, then...” he said as he swayed to the beat.
Russia took up his pose again as the notes started scrolling, moving his feet to meet the arrows as they reached the top of the screen with never a foot out of place and only some of them with incorrect timing. He finally finished the song with a small flourish and looked over at America with a small smile to find the younger nation panting, sweating, and red in the face. “What is wrong, America? Are you not as good as you hoped?”
America took a deep breath and glared at Russia as their scores came up, B for America and A for Russia. “Screw you, man. I rock this game. This is just beginners’ luck.” He stomped his down arrow until he found the hardest group of songs, choosing one of the ten foot songs. “Let’s see how you handle this shit!”
America glared at the screen in concentration, leaning back to hold onto the bar as he moved his feet across the keys as fast as he could, but he saw one note miss, then another and another as his body tried to correct the mistakes. He finally shook his head and got back on track, watching his bar increase again as he hit the notes. Then, at the very end of the song, he grinned and let go of the bar, spinning and stomping out the last sequence.
Then he grinned as he slammed his foot down on the last note, turning just in time to see Russia bring one foot around in front of the other, pointing it as he cupped his arms in front of himself slightly. America frowned and looked back at the screen as the scores came up, showing a higher score on Russia’s side yet again.
He stomped the dancepad petulantly as he turned to face the taller man. “What the hell, man? Are you some kind of commie ninja spy or something?!”
Russia straightened up and pulled himself back into his normal posture. “No, I believe I would know if I was still a communist spy. And I do not see how I could ever be a ninja. That is a Japanese concept.”
America pouted and hopped off the platform. “Well, you are! There’s no way your fat ass could beat me at this game! I’m going to go find another game!”
Russia shrugged and climbed down, picking up his bags before wandering off into the arcade to try his hand at some other games. After a half hour without seeing any other signs of America, he collected his tickets and went to the prize counter to turn them in. He quickly glanced over the shelves of prizes as he let his tickets on the counter. “I would like...two of those tropical fish toys, please.”
The man behind the counter quickly counted out the tickets, then nodded and pulled the two fish down, setting them on the counter in front of Russia. “You have some extra tickets. Did you want something else? A ring pop?”
Russia spread the tickets out in front of him and quickly counted them before pointing to one of the bins under the counter. “I have enough for one of those, yes?”
The man nodded and reached under the counter, setting the small toy on the counter. “Have a good day and please come again.”
Russia just smiled as he slipped the small gun in pocket and picked up his bags again, dropping the fish toys inside before heading outside to wait for the young blond. As soon as he walked out of the door, though, he felt something hard hit him between the eyes and bounce off. He focused his eyes on the object as it hit the ground and bounced up again, realizing that it was just a child’s bouncing ball. Then he followed it back to its source and sighed as he saw a head of shining blond hair close to the ground.
America grabbed his ball and stood up with a wide grin, waving at Russia. “Hey! What took you so long?”
Russia walked over to stand next to the young nation, looking down at the colorful ball in his hands. “I was winning prizes for my sisters. Why are you out here already?”
America shrugged and slipped the ball into his bulging pockets. “No reason. I just got bored and checked out early. But man, these balls are freaking awesome! And I got this pencil, too! I think I’ll give some of them to Canada for a gift. Souvenirs and all that.”
“...you are going to give you brother bouncing balls for a souvenir?” Russia raised his eyebrow at America and started walking again.
America just shook his head as he walked next to the Russian, gently twining their arms together. “No, of course not. I’m going to give him the pencil and some of the balls,” he said, grinning up at Russia. “See, I was thinking of taking a couple of them and gluing them to the pencil and then I’d have like this...statue to give him. See?”
Russia sighed and shook his head. “You...you are planning to give your brother a...penis statue made out of a pencil and some...bouncy balls?”
America grinned and nodded eagerly. “Funny, right?”
Russia just shook his head again and kept walking, glancing at the stores as the walked past. “Perhaps...you should get him something more? Some clothing, maybe?” Russia stopped and gestured at a clothing store across the walkway from them. “I was considering buying something for my sisters as well...”
America turned to look at the shop, idly chewing on one of his cookies. “I guess I could...not that he ever changes his shirt. All he ever wears is that hoodie or his dress shirt.” He shrugged and swallowed the rest of his cookie as he followed Russia into the store. “So are you sure it’s a good idea to get clothes for your sisters? They won’t start stalking you or anything?”
Russia walked through the racks of clothes, ignoring the strange looks from the other women browsing the store. America followed a few feet behind him, stopping every so often to look at one of the shirts on the racks. Then the young nation stopped dead in his tracks, staring at two shirts with a wide grin on his face.
He glanced up at Russia, still moving through the crowds of women like a ship through the sea, then decided against telling him and just picked up the two bright pink shirts, folding them up as small as he could before running after the larger man. “So what are you going to get for you sisters?”
Russia held up two black T-Shirts with identical hula dancers prints on the front and the back. “I was thinking of this. Should I get the large?” he asked, holding one of them higher.
America quickly stuffed the folded shirts under his arm and reached up to tug on the fabric, then shook his head. “Nah. This is a pretty stretchy shirt. You could get away with a medium and then it would hug her curves and just...pow!” He grinned as he used his hand to mimic the curve of Ukraine’s breasts.
Russia narrowed his eyes and quickly put both shirts back on the rack. “I would appreciate it if you did not speak about my sister like that.” He picked out another shirt with the same design, this time in 3XL and draped it over his arm.
America bent down to look at the tag on the collar. “Why not, man? You have to admit she has a fucking awesome rack...” he said as he gently stretched the neck of the shirt. “Sweet. I didn’t know you were into the 80s off-the-shoulder look.”
Russia frowned and pulled the shirt out of America’s hands. “The what?”
America stood up again with a grin and nudged Russia in the ribs. “You know. The 80s. When girls would get shirts that were way too big for them and let the collars hang off one shoulder... And with a nice thin fabric like this, I bet it’ll drape real nice off her gazongas.”
Russia turned his head and shot a sharp look at the young blond. “That is my sister you are talking about,” he snapped pulling the shirt back.
“Yeah, I know,” America said, gently patting the larger man on the shoulder. “That’s why I made sure I didn’t say something like funbags.” Then he saw Russia’s nasty look turn nastier. “Shit...umm...I meant her jugs. No? Sweater Puppies?”
Russia clenched his fist so tight that America swore he heard the bones cracking. “My sister.”
“Umm...tits? Melons?” He looked at the expression on the larger man’s face and then looked down at the ground. “I...I’m not helping, am I?”
Russia’s frown turned into a dangerous grin as he looked at the younger man. “I would say that is putting it mildly...”
America cleared his throat and finally looked back into the Russian’s face. “Okay...how about boobs? It’ll drape really nice over her boobs.”
Russia tilted his head to one side, still smiling at the American. “And what is wrong with saying Breasts?”
America’s eyes widened and he quickly clapped his hand over Russia’s mouth as he looked around the store at the women. “Shh! You can’t say that word in public!”
Russia grabbed America’s wrist and pried his hand away. “You were calling them funbags and jugs and I am the one saying dirty words?”
“Umm...yeah. That’s we have all those other words for them. I mean, what if a kid hears you or something? You don’t want them hearing that kind of stuff!”
Russia sighed and turned back to the racks. “Normally I would find your repressed sexuality amusing, but this is simply ridiculous...” he said as he went back to browsing.
America stood awkwardly next to Russia for a moment before grinning and leaning close to him again. “But you have to admit that her rack is epic, right?”
“I will admit no such thing. She is my sister.”
America reached out and poked the Russian’s stomach with his fingers, grinning. “That’s not what you said a few days ago...”
“I admitted that my sister was a beautiful woman. That has nothing to do with her...boobs.” Russia said, picking up a blouse to look at.
“But you said you’d do your sister!”
Russia shook his head and made a shushing motion at America. “No, I did not say that. You just assumed that I would.”
“Then...why didn’t you say anything?”
Russia picked up a second blouse and compared the two side by side. “Because I wanted you to stop talking about it. Which one do you think would make Belarus less likely to stalk me again?”
America looked at the shirts, then pointed to one of them. “But if you were lying...that means you are gay! You don’t like girls!”
Russia sighed and stalked up to the register to pay for the shirts. “It does not mean that at all. It just means that I do not want to have sex with my sisters. Which is a perfectly normal feeling to have.”
America grinned and set his shirts down at the register next to Russia’s, grinning broadly. “Yeah...if you’re gay.”
Russia sighed and handed the clerk his card. “I am not gay. I just do not want to do my sisters. I would gladly do your sister, though.”
America frowned as he handed over some money. “...my sister? You mean Matt? He’s not a girl.”
Russia took his card back and smiled at the clerk, thanking her before walking out the door. “It was hypothetical. If you had a sister, I would be willing to do her, but not my own sisters. Would you be willing to do your brother?”
America flushed and walked quickly to the door leading out of the mall. “I told you before! Leave me and him out of it!”
Russia frowned and hurried to catch up with America as he left the building. “I was just making a point, America.”
“Your mom’s a point,” the young nation retorted automatically as he walked.
“...that did not even make sense.” Russia caught up to America and easily kept pace with him. “I was just trying to demonstrate that I do not have to desire my sisters in order to be straight. I could desire your sisters and still be straight.”
“Yeah...well...” America stared straight ahead as he tried to think of another argument. “Well...if your sister gets any closer to my brother, she’ll become my sister and then...then you would want to fuck your sister because she’d be my sister, too!”
“No, America. It does not work like that. She would only be your sister-in-law and my actual sister, so I would still not desire her. However, if Canada was a woman, I would desire her.”
America raised one hand and shook his finger in the air as he walked. “But then...if Canada was a chick...he’d be a lesbian and he wouldn’t want to be with you because he’d be too busy squeezing your sister’s jugs and doing whatever else Lesbians do.” Then he stopped and giggled as his brain caught up with his mouth. “Man...I bet your sister would make an awesome lesbian.”
Russia grabbed America’s hand and pulled on it to get him moving again. “Come on. We have to get back to the cabin and we are not speaking about this anymore.”
“So would you do your lesbian sister’s girlfriend, then?” America asked, jogging along behind Russia.
Russia yanked his arm forward again. “I said we are not talking about this, America!”
“Or would you do your sister and her girlfriend at the same time? Damn, that would be hot. I’d pay good money to see that...”
Russia stopped abruptly and pulled America around to face him. “You will stop pursuing this line of thought right now if you know what is good for you.”
America just shrugged and grinned. “Whatever you say, Fabulous McGay. Here...” He pulled his hand away from Russia and shrugged off his T-Shirt, stuffing it in the bag with the two pink shirts. “Some eye candy for you,” he said, flexing his arms. Then he leaned forward and kissed Russia briefly, tugging on his lower lip before leaning back again. “To get you in the mood...” he said with a smile as he started walking back to their cabin.
Russia sighed and followed the younger man, shaking his head.