[Fanfic/art] Late X-Mas post :D
Merry Christmas hangover people! God, I was so busy the last few days that I forgot to put this stuff up… So heres a long fanfic + some crappy art...
Dec 24-25: First Christmas//Strategic mistletoe
Title: Russia’s first X-Mas since the ban?
Author: Moe.
Characters/Pairing: Russia, America, random Russian kids, and a special appearance by Ded Moroz and Snegurochka.
Rating/Warning: PG? Cussing, dissing of Santa Claus, and a looong footnote.
Summary: America meets Christmas with Russia in the Winter Palace.
Russia smiled at the mass of laughing children who were skipping around the Christmas tree in the middle of the main room of the Winter Palace. It was great, celebrating Christmas again-
America scowled and pulled on his sleeve, “Rashaaaa I’m bored, what are we waiting for? It’s already past X-mas at my place and-“
Russia continued to smile as he slapped America upside the head. “We are waiting for Дед Мороз and Снегурочка. This is my first Christmas in a while, so please do not ruin it for me.”
There was a pause from America’s side of Russia’s arm. “So it’s like your Santa Claus? With presents?”
“Да. He will come soon to light the Christmas tree, when the children call his name.”
“Ooooh, I get it. But wait, there’s no chimney…”
“Дед Мороз does not come in from the chimney like your stupid Santa Claus. He rides on a sled pulled by three white horses and he knocks on the door to announce his presence.”
America snorted. “Well that takes all the fun away. So what, he rides his sled over the ocean? Hah that’s so-“
“He lives in Veliky Ustyug, not the north pole, dear.” Why were Americans so ignorant!
“Oh.” There was another pause from America as he watched the adults organize a game, and all the kids start to run around.
America then rose on his toes to whisper into Russia’s ear, so that no one else could hear them. “And when Santa comes, will I get a present along with those pudgy kids?” The American linked their fingers together, hoping that it would prevent the Russian from slapping him.
“They are big-boned.” Russia said calmly and just slapped him with his other hand. “And no, you will not get a present, since you are an adult and an American.”
“What?” America muttered flatly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Russia let out an irritated sigh. “Дед Мороз only brings presents to Russian children.”
America paused, considering this new information. Meanwhile, the children assembled around the unlit Christmas tree.
One of the adults held up her fingers and counted down from three, then all the kids chorused, “Де-душ-ка Мо-ро-з!” Pause, then again. “Де-душ-ка Мо-ро-з!”
A deadly silence came over the large palace room and America looked up to find Russia grinning, like an oversized child. Then came a loud knock, and another and-
“ДЕД МОРОЗ!!!“ All the children shrieked and raced towards the doors.
Alfred cocked his head to peer out from behind Russia, “Izzat Santa?”
“I believe so,” Russia cooed and followed the kids, pulling America with him.
Then the doors opened and everyone covered their eyes to the stinging blizzard that burst in.
America squinted against the wet snow and covered his face with Russia’s warm scarf. It smelled like smoke and spice and-
The blizzard died down as the doors were closed and two figures stood, shaking the snow off of themselves. At that point, America was pushed aside, their fingers untwined, the scarf jerked out of his hand, and Russia went off to greet the Russian Santa Claus dude. America shivered, the feeling of loneliness in a foreign country immediately sinking in. He wrapped his arms around himself and examined them. The man looked much like Santa, but not quite as fat and he was dressed in blue and white, with a staff in one hand and a large sac in his other. But blue? Really? C’mon, red was the hip thing, right? America watched Russia seize his hand and shake it enthusiastically and begin to speak in quick Russian.
The other figure was shorter and had leaned over at the moment to remove his hat. He shook the snow off of it then straightened out and America forgot how to breathe. Oh dear god, who was that? She brushed some snow off her nose and tossed a thick blonde braid tied with a blue ribbon over her shoulder. Then she looked straight at him for a moment, and her eyes were strikingly blue.
“О Снегурочка, красавица! Сколько лет, сколько зим!” Russia laughed and shook her hand, before kissing first her right cheek, then left, then right again. “Все по вам соскучелись!“
America shifted his weight from foot to foot and watched, uncomfortable, as they chattered, while Santa was engulfed by children.
Russia briefly glanced over his shoulder, then took her by the hand and strode over to America. Dear god, close up, she was even hotter. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, her bright blue eyes shone, and her red lips were in a wide smile.
“And this is America,” Russia motioned to him.
The girl held out her hand and America took it. Her skin was cold, but he squeezed it anyway. “Hiya, I’m America, the hero, of course.” He grinned.
The girl glanced at Russia, a bit puzzled, then looked back at America. “Amerika, да? Здраствуй… I-I am Снегурочка.” She paused, “I am sorry, my English is very… bad.”
“Snegurochka? That’s a beautiful name, and no sweat, you’re doin’ great,” America beamed and they just smiled at each other for a few moments, until Russia butted in.
“Yes, this is Снегурочка. She is the grand-daughter of Дед Мороз,” Russia squeezed her hand in his. “She is also his helper on Christmas.” He motioned towards the two large tables at the other side of the room. “Shall we eat?”
Snegurochka nodded, “Ah, Россия, your English is so well,” She marveled.
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America sat next to Russia on one side of the endless table, while Snegurochka and Ded Moroz sat on the other. The other adults sat on either side, and the kids at the smaller table. Snegurochka had taken off her thick fur coat, and underneath was a blue and red dress, with baggy sleeves and flower patterns.
“So, um, she got a boyfriend?” America whispered at Russia.
Underneath the table, Russia squeezed his hand hard enough to make America yelp, “She cannot love, dear.”
“Why’zzat?” He scowled and tried to jerk his hand away, only to have it be clenched tighter.
“Because she is made of snow. She will melt.” He answered matter-o-factly. “The only one she ‘loves’ is Russia, and her dear grandfather.” Russia rose up then and excused himself (and America) for a smoke.
Outside, the snow was still falling snowflake by snowflake, dotting America’s bomber jacket with uneven spots. Russia sighed as he breathed out smoke.
“That’s bad for you, y’know.” America snuggled up to him, even though Russia wasn’t much warmer than the winter air.
Russia didn’t answer and continued to blow cigarette smoke into the clean air. He stared up at the dark sky then glanced down at America and ruffled his blond hair, shaking the snow off it. “It is great to celebrate Christmas again…” He muttered.
“Can we go in now? It's fucking freezing!”
“…Especially because I get to see my friends...” Russia continued.
“And I can’t feel my toes and my hands-“ America pulled on Russia’s collar, “Hey look, a mistletoe!” And before Russia could react, he wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him, kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
“There is no mistletoe,” Russia muttered against his lips.
“Yea, but it's a nice excuse, isn’t it?”
“What about Снегурочка?”
“Well… I’m too awesome for her,” America murmured and wrapped his hand in Russia’s warm scarf. “And you’re not made of snow.”
-------/ HAHA FAILURE.
Long footnote time!
-Дед Мороз = Ded Moroz = Grandfather Frost. He’s the Russian version of Santa Claus/Saint Nicolas and brings presents to children on both New Year and Christmas (Jan 7th). He’s always dressed in a foot-long coat (usually blue) and carries around a magical staff. The staff can either freeze or unfreeze and do pretty much anything and is very powerful, capable of destroying the world or whatever. Ded Moroz is also a very popular Russian fairy tale character, and no winter story goes without him and Snegurochka. As previously mentioned, he rides around on a sleigh pulled by 3 white horses, and usually arrives when children call his name multiple times to light the X-Mas tree and give out presents, supposedly lives in Veliky Ustyug, and really likes to freeze uncovered hands. Kids are required to either perform a dance, song, or poem for their present. Bad kids get beat with his staff and don’t get any presents :D Historically, he was originally the personified winter, and would kidnap children and hold them hostage until their parents gave him presents. Somehow, he had a personality shift and then became the strict Ded Moroz. Before, people often sacrificed animals to earn gifts, but not so much anymore. (So I suppose in hetalia General Winter = Ded Moroz?)
-Снегурочка = Snegurochka = Snow Maiden(?). She’s also a popular character in Russian fairy tales. It’s believed that she is the daughter of Spring and Frost, and the granddaughter and loyal helper of Ded Moroz. She’s much kinder than him and forest animals frequently follow her around. As Russia said, she is generally made of snow and is incapable of love, since it is so warm and will melt her. I believe there is some old fairy tale about how she was granted love by her mother(?), then fell in love with some kid, and died D: (What she’s wearing, which is the national clothing of Russia, but in whichever colors you want).
Please remember though that these are the Russian versions of Ded Moroz and Snegurochka, and that they vary in the other Slavic countries. (Ded Moroz and Snegurochka)
-“О Снегурочка, красавица! Сколько лет, сколько зим!” = Oh Snegurochka! Long time no see!
-“Все по вам соскучелись!”= Everyone missed you (as in her and Ded Moroz)!
-Smoking in Russia/Ukraine is very popular. People know it's bad, but men, women, and teens still do it. (Maybe because cigarettes cost like… $3 or so?) Kids usually try smoking at age 10 or something, if that tells you guys anything on how popular it is.
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And a brief sketch I drew after my History final for the ‘Spiked Eggnog’ prompt:
Remember kids, look both ways before raping!
And another failed sketch for Let It Snow, chapter 3, I believe. (Read it, it’s great Russia/America fluff-ish stuff!): [Click for fail]
Dec 24-25: First Christmas//Strategic mistletoe
Title: Russia’s first X-Mas since the ban?
Author: Moe.
Characters/Pairing: Russia, America, random Russian kids, and a special appearance by Ded Moroz and Snegurochka.
Rating/Warning: PG? Cussing, dissing of Santa Claus, and a looong footnote.
Summary: America meets Christmas with Russia in the Winter Palace.
Russia smiled at the mass of laughing children who were skipping around the Christmas tree in the middle of the main room of the Winter Palace. It was great, celebrating Christmas again-
America scowled and pulled on his sleeve, “Rashaaaa I’m bored, what are we waiting for? It’s already past X-mas at my place and-“
Russia continued to smile as he slapped America upside the head. “We are waiting for Дед Мороз and Снегурочка. This is my first Christmas in a while, so please do not ruin it for me.”
There was a pause from America’s side of Russia’s arm. “So it’s like your Santa Claus? With presents?”
“Да. He will come soon to light the Christmas tree, when the children call his name.”
“Ooooh, I get it. But wait, there’s no chimney…”
“Дед Мороз does not come in from the chimney like your stupid Santa Claus. He rides on a sled pulled by three white horses and he knocks on the door to announce his presence.”
America snorted. “Well that takes all the fun away. So what, he rides his sled over the ocean? Hah that’s so-“
“He lives in Veliky Ustyug, not the north pole, dear.” Why were Americans so ignorant!
“Oh.” There was another pause from America as he watched the adults organize a game, and all the kids start to run around.
America then rose on his toes to whisper into Russia’s ear, so that no one else could hear them. “And when Santa comes, will I get a present along with those pudgy kids?” The American linked their fingers together, hoping that it would prevent the Russian from slapping him.
“They are big-boned.” Russia said calmly and just slapped him with his other hand. “And no, you will not get a present, since you are an adult and an American.”
“What?” America muttered flatly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Russia let out an irritated sigh. “Дед Мороз only brings presents to Russian children.”
America paused, considering this new information. Meanwhile, the children assembled around the unlit Christmas tree.
One of the adults held up her fingers and counted down from three, then all the kids chorused, “Де-душ-ка Мо-ро-з!” Pause, then again. “Де-душ-ка Мо-ро-з!”
A deadly silence came over the large palace room and America looked up to find Russia grinning, like an oversized child. Then came a loud knock, and another and-
“ДЕД МОРОЗ!!!“ All the children shrieked and raced towards the doors.
Alfred cocked his head to peer out from behind Russia, “Izzat Santa?”
“I believe so,” Russia cooed and followed the kids, pulling America with him.
Then the doors opened and everyone covered their eyes to the stinging blizzard that burst in.
America squinted against the wet snow and covered his face with Russia’s warm scarf. It smelled like smoke and spice and-
The blizzard died down as the doors were closed and two figures stood, shaking the snow off of themselves. At that point, America was pushed aside, their fingers untwined, the scarf jerked out of his hand, and Russia went off to greet the Russian Santa Claus dude. America shivered, the feeling of loneliness in a foreign country immediately sinking in. He wrapped his arms around himself and examined them. The man looked much like Santa, but not quite as fat and he was dressed in blue and white, with a staff in one hand and a large sac in his other. But blue? Really? C’mon, red was the hip thing, right? America watched Russia seize his hand and shake it enthusiastically and begin to speak in quick Russian.
The other figure was shorter and had leaned over at the moment to remove his hat. He shook the snow off of it then straightened out and America forgot how to breathe. Oh dear god, who was that? She brushed some snow off her nose and tossed a thick blonde braid tied with a blue ribbon over her shoulder. Then she looked straight at him for a moment, and her eyes were strikingly blue.
“О Снегурочка, красавица! Сколько лет, сколько зим!” Russia laughed and shook her hand, before kissing first her right cheek, then left, then right again. “Все по вам соскучелись!“
America shifted his weight from foot to foot and watched, uncomfortable, as they chattered, while Santa was engulfed by children.
Russia briefly glanced over his shoulder, then took her by the hand and strode over to America. Dear god, close up, she was even hotter. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, her bright blue eyes shone, and her red lips were in a wide smile.
“And this is America,” Russia motioned to him.
The girl held out her hand and America took it. Her skin was cold, but he squeezed it anyway. “Hiya, I’m America, the hero, of course.” He grinned.
The girl glanced at Russia, a bit puzzled, then looked back at America. “Amerika, да? Здраствуй… I-I am Снегурочка.” She paused, “I am sorry, my English is very… bad.”
“Snegurochka? That’s a beautiful name, and no sweat, you’re doin’ great,” America beamed and they just smiled at each other for a few moments, until Russia butted in.
“Yes, this is Снегурочка. She is the grand-daughter of Дед Мороз,” Russia squeezed her hand in his. “She is also his helper on Christmas.” He motioned towards the two large tables at the other side of the room. “Shall we eat?”
Snegurochka nodded, “Ah, Россия, your English is so well,” She marveled.
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America sat next to Russia on one side of the endless table, while Snegurochka and Ded Moroz sat on the other. The other adults sat on either side, and the kids at the smaller table. Snegurochka had taken off her thick fur coat, and underneath was a blue and red dress, with baggy sleeves and flower patterns.
“So, um, she got a boyfriend?” America whispered at Russia.
Underneath the table, Russia squeezed his hand hard enough to make America yelp, “She cannot love, dear.”
“Why’zzat?” He scowled and tried to jerk his hand away, only to have it be clenched tighter.
“Because she is made of snow. She will melt.” He answered matter-o-factly. “The only one she ‘loves’ is Russia, and her dear grandfather.” Russia rose up then and excused himself (and America) for a smoke.
Outside, the snow was still falling snowflake by snowflake, dotting America’s bomber jacket with uneven spots. Russia sighed as he breathed out smoke.
“That’s bad for you, y’know.” America snuggled up to him, even though Russia wasn’t much warmer than the winter air.
Russia didn’t answer and continued to blow cigarette smoke into the clean air. He stared up at the dark sky then glanced down at America and ruffled his blond hair, shaking the snow off it. “It is great to celebrate Christmas again…” He muttered.
“Can we go in now? It's fucking freezing!”
“…Especially because I get to see my friends...” Russia continued.
“And I can’t feel my toes and my hands-“ America pulled on Russia’s collar, “Hey look, a mistletoe!” And before Russia could react, he wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him, kissed him like there was no tomorrow.
“There is no mistletoe,” Russia muttered against his lips.
“Yea, but it's a nice excuse, isn’t it?”
“What about Снегурочка?”
“Well… I’m too awesome for her,” America murmured and wrapped his hand in Russia’s warm scarf. “And you’re not made of snow.”
-------/ HAHA FAILURE.
Long footnote time!
-Дед Мороз = Ded Moroz = Grandfather Frost. He’s the Russian version of Santa Claus/Saint Nicolas and brings presents to children on both New Year and Christmas (Jan 7th). He’s always dressed in a foot-long coat (usually blue) and carries around a magical staff. The staff can either freeze or unfreeze and do pretty much anything and is very powerful, capable of destroying the world or whatever. Ded Moroz is also a very popular Russian fairy tale character, and no winter story goes without him and Snegurochka. As previously mentioned, he rides around on a sleigh pulled by 3 white horses, and usually arrives when children call his name multiple times to light the X-Mas tree and give out presents, supposedly lives in Veliky Ustyug, and really likes to freeze uncovered hands. Kids are required to either perform a dance, song, or poem for their present. Bad kids get beat with his staff and don’t get any presents :D Historically, he was originally the personified winter, and would kidnap children and hold them hostage until their parents gave him presents. Somehow, he had a personality shift and then became the strict Ded Moroz. Before, people often sacrificed animals to earn gifts, but not so much anymore. (So I suppose in hetalia General Winter = Ded Moroz?)
-Снегурочка = Snegurochka = Snow Maiden(?). She’s also a popular character in Russian fairy tales. It’s believed that she is the daughter of Spring and Frost, and the granddaughter and loyal helper of Ded Moroz. She’s much kinder than him and forest animals frequently follow her around. As Russia said, she is generally made of snow and is incapable of love, since it is so warm and will melt her. I believe there is some old fairy tale about how she was granted love by her mother(?), then fell in love with some kid, and died D: (What she’s wearing, which is the national clothing of Russia, but in whichever colors you want).
Please remember though that these are the Russian versions of Ded Moroz and Snegurochka, and that they vary in the other Slavic countries. (Ded Moroz and Snegurochka)
-“О Снегурочка, красавица! Сколько лет, сколько зим!” = Oh Snegurochka! Long time no see!
-“Все по вам соскучелись!”= Everyone missed you (as in her and Ded Moroz)!
-Smoking in Russia/Ukraine is very popular. People know it's bad, but men, women, and teens still do it. (Maybe because cigarettes cost like… $3 or so?) Kids usually try smoking at age 10 or something, if that tells you guys anything on how popular it is.
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And a brief sketch I drew after my History final for the ‘Spiked Eggnog’ prompt:
Remember kids, look both ways before raping!
And another failed sketch for Let It Snow, chapter 3, I believe. (Read it, it’s great Russia/America fluff-ish stuff!): [Click for fail]
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