[Fic/Spring Exchange] Lucid Dream
A late submission to the russiamerica Spring Exchange for blahfest . The prompt was "Fantasy World". I suspect this is a very different take than what you had expected, and I know this is a short fic. And I'm kind of worried that I might not have gotten what I wanted to get across. I hope you like it all the same.
NOTE: Because of Murphy's law, I didn't have a lot of time to go back and edit this. This note is a reminder to myself to go back and edit this when I can.
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Title: Lucid Dream
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairings: Russia/America
Ratings/Warnings: PG - there's nothing really here that could possibly be a problem. Shouldn't be. Unless there's a bear hiding in the fic somewhere. I didn't check for bears.
Summary: Some thoughts and an inability to communicate.
I'm so sorry I didn't get this up on time.
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Ivan was warm.
Alfred wasn’t sure if Ivan was aware of this. He probably didn’t think he was. Or at least didn’t think about it much. But when they’re laying together, and Ivan is alseep and unable to object, Alfred is allowed to think like that.
It wasn’t very quiet in the hotel room. Outside Alfred could hear the sounds of nighttime traffic on the roads and people on the streets. He stared at the ceiling and listened to Ivan breathe. Ivan’s arm was slung around Alfred’s waist. Was Ivan aware of that too? Or not? Maybe not.
Ivan didn’t like little questions. Alfred wasn’t sure why, maybe he just thought they were pointless.
He just liked to stay awake a little while longer, and pretend that everything really was okay. (Not that he was sure what that would really mean.) Sometimes he wanted a little more than just At least we’re not fighting this time.
Alfred wondered what that would be like. There wasn’t a whole lot they agreed on - this is your side of the world, and this is mine, and these two things can never get along. That’s what they said, and words were important. At least now he didn’t have to say anything.
Alfred shifted closer to Ivan, and in his mind he could already hear Ivan objecting to being described as ‘cuddly’. Alfred smiled to himself, and kept dreaming.
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Ivan was always the first one to wake up.
Sometime in the night Alfred had shuffled over and was sleeping with his head on Ivan’s chest. He wasn’t sure if he could even sit up without waking Alfred up. He decided it wasn’t worth the extra effort. The following complains were expected.
Neither of them said much of anything. They either didn’t have to, didn’t want to, or had nothing to say.
Alfred said something, Ivan suspected it was some kind of joke. He didn’t expect it to be anything important, particularly not right after waking up, so Ivan was sure he could safely ignore it. Until he was called by name.
“Ivan?”
He looked up at Alfred. “Hm?”
Alfred fidgeted, then just shrugged. “Nevermind.”
Ivan shrugged. “If you’re sure.”
Ivan left, and closed the door behind him.
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It had been a long day. There had been meetings. There had been shouting this time, and now Ivan was alone.
Unfortunately, the nations’ conference didn’t end until tomorrow, so soon he would have to put up with Alfred again, who inevitably would still be angry, and Ivan was still angry. Sometimes he wondered if there would come a point where it wouldn’t matter what they were angry about.
He could remember times when relations were better, when they didn’t fight all the time, but now he wasn’t sure he could imagine a future where that would happen again. There were plenty of things he was certain of, but Alfred was not one of those things.
Ivan sat down on the bed and stared into space. There was sound filtering in from the street outside, but it still seemed quiet. He imagined Alfred sitting in his room, by himself. Ivan quickly corrected himself, Alfred never seemed to be bothered by being alone. Alfred was warm and bright all the time, Ivan wasn’t even sure if he was aware of it. Maybe it was the kind of thing one forgets about when it’s there all the time.
He decided not to think about it too much. It wasn’t that important. It wasn’t.
NOTE: Because of Murphy's law, I didn't have a lot of time to go back and edit this. This note is a reminder to myself to go back and edit this when I can.
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Title: Lucid Dream
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairings: Russia/America
Ratings/Warnings: PG - there's nothing really here that could possibly be a problem. Shouldn't be. Unless there's a bear hiding in the fic somewhere. I didn't check for bears.
Summary: Some thoughts and an inability to communicate.
I'm so sorry I didn't get this up on time.
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Ivan was warm.
Alfred wasn’t sure if Ivan was aware of this. He probably didn’t think he was. Or at least didn’t think about it much. But when they’re laying together, and Ivan is alseep and unable to object, Alfred is allowed to think like that.
It wasn’t very quiet in the hotel room. Outside Alfred could hear the sounds of nighttime traffic on the roads and people on the streets. He stared at the ceiling and listened to Ivan breathe. Ivan’s arm was slung around Alfred’s waist. Was Ivan aware of that too? Or not? Maybe not.
Ivan didn’t like little questions. Alfred wasn’t sure why, maybe he just thought they were pointless.
He just liked to stay awake a little while longer, and pretend that everything really was okay. (Not that he was sure what that would really mean.) Sometimes he wanted a little more than just At least we’re not fighting this time.
Alfred wondered what that would be like. There wasn’t a whole lot they agreed on - this is your side of the world, and this is mine, and these two things can never get along. That’s what they said, and words were important. At least now he didn’t have to say anything.
Alfred shifted closer to Ivan, and in his mind he could already hear Ivan objecting to being described as ‘cuddly’. Alfred smiled to himself, and kept dreaming.
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Ivan was always the first one to wake up.
Sometime in the night Alfred had shuffled over and was sleeping with his head on Ivan’s chest. He wasn’t sure if he could even sit up without waking Alfred up. He decided it wasn’t worth the extra effort. The following complains were expected.
Neither of them said much of anything. They either didn’t have to, didn’t want to, or had nothing to say.
Alfred said something, Ivan suspected it was some kind of joke. He didn’t expect it to be anything important, particularly not right after waking up, so Ivan was sure he could safely ignore it. Until he was called by name.
“Ivan?”
He looked up at Alfred. “Hm?”
Alfred fidgeted, then just shrugged. “Nevermind.”
Ivan shrugged. “If you’re sure.”
Ivan left, and closed the door behind him.
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It had been a long day. There had been meetings. There had been shouting this time, and now Ivan was alone.
Unfortunately, the nations’ conference didn’t end until tomorrow, so soon he would have to put up with Alfred again, who inevitably would still be angry, and Ivan was still angry. Sometimes he wondered if there would come a point where it wouldn’t matter what they were angry about.
He could remember times when relations were better, when they didn’t fight all the time, but now he wasn’t sure he could imagine a future where that would happen again. There were plenty of things he was certain of, but Alfred was not one of those things.
Ivan sat down on the bed and stared into space. There was sound filtering in from the street outside, but it still seemed quiet. He imagined Alfred sitting in his room, by himself. Ivan quickly corrected himself, Alfred never seemed to be bothered by being alone. Alfred was warm and bright all the time, Ivan wasn’t even sure if he was aware of it. Maybe it was the kind of thing one forgets about when it’s there all the time.
He decided not to think about it too much. It wasn’t that important. It wasn’t.