Your Hearts In A Headlock [5/6]
Title: Your Hearts In A Headlock
Author: Rissa
Genre: Drama, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Characters for Chapter 5: Russia, America, Ukraine, Belarus, Canada, and England
Summary: Two Decades after the fall, Russia still feels alone. Driving home late on the eve of his sister's birthday he hits America. Russia soon finds out that he has taken something vital from the young nation, and if it isn't restored, the whole world as he and everyone else knows it will change.
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Russia shuffled back a few steps, bumping further into England. The shorter nation peeked around Russia and fell silent. Russia stared straight into shiny sea-blue eyes that twinkled in amusement. A smile curved upwards and a twirl of limbs.
“Don’t just stand there gawking you two! Come on in, and shut the door! I don’t want the others to know. It’s a secret, okay?”
Russia turned numbly around to close the door, but found England doing it for him. England turned around and looked blankly at Russia, though his facial features shifted into a look of confusion. Most likely asking how he knew.
“Oh jeez! It’s been forever Arty!” A peal of laughter let out as the sea-blue eyes locked onto green ones. They glanced over to meet Russia’s puzzled violet ones and the smile turned into a grin. “Not that long for you though. Last time I saw you it was November, 1963, huh?”
“He just collapsed after he saw. I had to come and help things! Ivan, help me!”
“Of course.” Russia breathed out, looking back into the mirror face with widened eyes. Of course she is here now.
Amelia’s face lit up as she took in Russia’s expression. “Ah ha! I knew you would figure it out!”
England had been silently watching Amelia from his place near the bedroom door, but now walked up beside Russia and pointed a shaking finger at them.
“What the bloody hell are you two talking about!?” England narrowed his eyes and set his sights on America’s other half who was currently rocking back and forth on her heels. “Amelia!”
Amelia smirked at England. “That’s my name!”
Before England blew up, Russia decided to cut in. “The last time I saw Amelia Jones was the day of President Kennedy’s assassination. Alfred had collapsed after he saw it happen and she took over. She called me despite of our…relations at the time, and asked me to come and help get him back awake.” Russia glanced over to see Amelia watch him with fondness. “Of course, when Alfred finally woke up, she had disappeared.” Russia didn’t add that she had left him to a very depressed and angry America who decided to lash out at the one ‘enemy’ in the room with him.
Amelia turned to England and grabbed his hands, holding them against her chest. She smiled kindly down at him (still taller).
“Of course, you know more or less of why I appear. After all, you saw me after the Triangle Shirt-waist Fire. He had collapsed after he learned his friend Betsy was killed.” Amelia scrunched her nose and shook her head in distaste. Russia knew Amelia didn’t like Alfred making close friends with his citizens. She said it was too risky.
England nodded at the memory and then glanced behind her to the bed where Alfred lay asleep. His eyes studied America too closely for Russia’s liking, and he was about to say so when England gasped.
“But! But that doesn’t make sense now! Shouldn’t Alfred be himself when he’s awake!? Have all his memories?”
Amelia walked over to the bed and ran her manicured nails through Alfred’s hair. “Yes….that would have been the case, had not Ivan hit him-“ Russia felt his stomach clench tightly, “and his stress being so high.”
“I keep telling that boy to get some rest…”England muttered, “he never listens!”
Amelia laughed, leaning down to kiss Alfred on the forehead. “You and I both, Arty! Remember what a pain he was during the Civil War?
England grimaced and looked down at the sleeping nation. He did, it seemed, although it was not a pleasant memory for him.
“Anyway!” Amelia straightened and walked back over to where England and Russia stood. “No need to worry! He should get his memories back in no time!”
“Are you sure, Amelia?” England bit his lip, flicking his gaze between Amelia and Alfred.
Amelia’s eyes softened and she smiled, giving England a nod. “When have I ever been wrong, Arty?”
England gave her the look and she grinned in response.
“About the real important stuff!”
“I suppose….”
“All right! Now go on and get! Tell the others!” Amelia pushed England over to the door, opening it and shoving the small nation out the door.
“What about-“
“I need to have a word with Ivan for a sec, okay? Bye!” Amelia slammed the door and Russia arched an eyebrow as she locked the door.
Amelia pressed one ear to the door, and after a few minutes, pulled away. England loved to eavesdrop on conversations. She turned around and stood facing Ivan, a serious look on her heart-shaped face. Russia finally had time to take in her appearance, and found out, with amusement, that she was wearing grey sweatpants and a too-big-for-her graphic t-shirt with the words ‘I’m Lovin It’ on the front. Obviously she had gone through Alfred’s clothes his sisters had brought over the third day after the accident.
“Things are different, big guy.”
“How do you mean?”
Amelia held a finger to her lips in a quiet motion and went to stand right against Russia. Russia felt himself blush as she stood up on the balls of her toes, pressing further into Russia as she went to cover his ear with her hands. Her warm breath fanned against his skin and he was about to pull away when her whispered words caused him to still.
“A-are you sure?” Russia stuttered out, eyes shooting over to watch the sleeping nation.
“I’m almost positive. That’s why it ticks me off.” Amelia scowled, narrowing her eyes at Alfred. Her face split into a grin after a second. “However! It’s kind of cute, if I’m right!”
“What?” Russia breathed out, heat flooding his body. Did the temperature go up in the room?
“You guys are very close! I know I’ve had a crush on you, big guy!” Amelia winked at Russia and walked back over to the door.
“Now out! Alfred’s about to wake up and you need to go get Arty! You guys have a ‘problem’ about the meeting tomorrow right?”
Russia gave a meek nod, mind still reeling with the new information.
“Well then, do me a favor and remind Arty about his wand. I think he will know what to do!” Amelia skipped over to Russia and kissed him on the cheek, not helping his current state at all.
“See you later cutie!”
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After Amelia slammed the door a second time, Russia made his way back to the kitchen to find everyone arguing. They all stopped as he entered, and England almost seems to glare daggers at him.
“What did she need to tell you?” England said with a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Russia narrowed his eyes. “None of your business. However, she told me to remind you about your…umm, wand. She said it might help for this situation.
England’s eyes went round as saucers and he let out a huge smile. “Of course! That’s my girl!”
“She isn’t yours.” Russia gritted out. England did not hear, or chose not to hear, for he had already started to exit the kitchen and walk down the hall to America’s room. Everyone quickly followed. They all shuffled into the room to see England shaking America awake.
“Wha? What is it?” America blinked his eyes open and immediately shrunk to see five pairs of eyes on him.
“What’s going on? Ivan!”
Russia stepped forward but held back from going over to America. America’s eyes flickered for a split second into surprise before his attention was snatched away by England.
“I know a solution! I can turn you physically into a ten-year old with my magic!”
America gasped and looked fearful in an instant. He snapped his open mouth closed and scrunched his eyebrows.
“Magic? There is no such thing!” America gave a weak laugh, flicking his gave back to Russia. Russia smiled at him.
“Of course there is, you dolt! It’s just only that..ah, a select few can wield it!” England beamed down at America and suddenly a wand popped into existence into the air. It fell but England managed to catch it. He twirled it in his hands before pointing it straight at the younger nation.
“Now just hold still for a second.”
“No way!” America sprung up out of bed in fear, but it was too late.
A bright light flashed, casting the whole room in neon green. A loud popping noise was heard before a bang, releasing heavy white smoke into the room. Russia, his sisters, and everyone else began coughing. Russia became worried and waited for the smoke to clear. It would be his luck that England’s spell would go wrong and they would find America turned into a fat cat or some other animal.
“Alfred?” Russia called out, moving around to the other side of the bed where America fell off.
A tiny cough sounded and Russia looked down and blinked.
“Are you some crazy person! What the hell did you do, throw down a smoke bomb or something?”
America stood up, his tiny face scrunched in anger. He jolted and looked down to see his previous worn jeans a puddle at his feet and the t-shirt hanging on him like a dress. His glasses, having already been off, wouldn’t have been able to fit him. For England’s spell had worked.
“Why are you so tall?” America exclaimed.
Well, sort of. America was physically about six rather than his ‘mental state’ of ten.
“Oh my god! Al!” Matthew rushed over to America and crouched down, giving him a hug. America squirmed and pushed back. Russia smirked, he wasn’t using his true strength.
“Alfred! My boy!” England rushed over and tugged America away from Canada, hugging him in what was possibly a squeeze of death. America spluttered and blushed but gave in to his former charges embrace.
Russia looked back to see how his sisters took it and saw both of them with identical smiles. Belarus even had a faint blush.
“Oh my gosh! He’s so adorable!” Ukraine gushed out.
Looks like the meeting would not be total chaos at America’s ‘condition’, it would be a complete disaster.
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