Spring Exchange Fic 2010 [4/4]
Title: To Build a Home [4/4]
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: app. 8,000 (with notes)
Warning: Enough fluff to rot your teeth and bones, a little bit of Cold War angst, and possible OoC situations, America being deep, self-beta’d.
Summary: Still in the slump of the recession, America proposes a ‘stay-at-home’ date. Russia whole-heartedly agrees, but that doesn’t mean that their time together doesn’t go on without a hitch.
A/N: Spring exchange fic for batneko. The prompt chosen was fluff and nonsense. I’m not sure if I added enough nonsense (or fluff, for that matter), but I hope you like it! :)
Russia was not able to say how long he made love to America, but he knew that his lover was spent when kisses turned from needy and heated to languid and sated. With the last lingering brushes of lips and tongues, Russia carefully maneuvered himself next to America, gathering the panting form into his arms for their afterglow. America cuddled closer to the sweat-slick body next to him and searched for Russia’s lips again as he whined under his breath. “Wonderful… oh, God, so amazing, I love you, you damn bastard, for making me feel so good.” He was met with a baritone groan from Russia, kissing back as he let his fingers glide along each of America’s vertebrae. America’s back curled to feel more of the feather touches along his shot nerves, and Russia gasped as he felt hot skin slide next to his own. “Ya tebya lyublyu, moĭ Amerika…” panted the Russian as he kisses back, cupping the small of America’s back, “Sladkiĭ odna ... moe serdtse ... moya lyubovʹ.”
Almost as an after-thought, America looped his leg over Russia's. “Mmm, God, love it when you talk Ruski to me,” America moaned quietly through kisses, writhing about as he used the last pockets of energy his body possessed. Russia chuckled at his lover’s plight and teased America by murmuring in his native tongue all the things he would do if they had more space and more light.
They brushed their bodies together, kissing and nipping and speaking love to each other before a beep met their ears and light flooded their eyes. Immediately, they shut their eyes, America turning his eyes into the cushions with a sound of ache before their eyes adjusted and sky and wisteria opened to meet. Russia’s gaze watched America’s lips stretch into a small smile. “I guess… we were supposed to just have sex and get it over with?” the younger laughed tensely before he felt Russia brush his forehead against his own. “I do not think that sex or no sex matters, but it is something that I will not turn down.”
“Yeah,” America nodded before sitting up like a man rising from the dead. He stretched his arms over his head before grunting in thought. “Well, I’m satisfied, tired, and feeling up to washing dishes. You?”
Russia stared at his lover incredulously, but soon chuckled slyly. “You want to wash dishes? I did not think that you would have the energy or the desire to do any chores.”
Smiling once more, the American turned back to wink at his colder lover. “I mean, yeah, I don’t like to wash dishes, but, since you’re here, it’ll go twice as fast, right? And, hey, I wanna sleep in tomorrow, so we need to get rid of the food tonight,” offered America before standing up to grab his boxers and pants. “Besides, if Tony finds it, he might eat it and get sick.”
Russia nodded and rose, cracking his back to ease the hints of pain before putting on his own pants and making his way into the kitchen. Splashes of flour and drying ingredients greeted him as America fumbled around behind him, nearly falling and breaking open his head on the coffee table. Hearing an ‘I’m okay’ from America, Russia shook his head out of humor and started to gather the items and placing them in their rightful containers before opening the fridge and the cabinets. While he put up the food, America came in with their half-eaten meals and slid in behind Russia to set the take-out boxes on the top shelf. “At least we have breakfast tomorrow?” America lightly asked.
Russia did not answer, but instead laid a kiss into America’s hair, breathing in the musk of sex and baked apples before walking away to grab the broom from the pantry. America went to the sink to refill the sink with hot water, plucking a rag from a drawer to wet it and wipe down the counters.
They worked in muted diligence, America eventually humming a new song before they found themselves with a clean kitchen sans the sink full of charred lumps, pots, and a griddle. Taking a drying cloth, Russia stood obediently next to America as he washed and scrapped the burn marks away under the warmth of running water. Silence subdued them, and Russia found his mind wandering, glancing at the homey décor of the kitchen while America handed him the pot that the borscht had once simmered in.
As America washed the dishes and Russia dried them, the elder man wondered when they became so domesticated.
With each piece of kitchenware, the sink was emptied until only the brown sink water was left and with one last wipe along the stainless steel sink, America drained the water before yawning and grasping Russia’s hand. “C’mon, big guy, shower and then bed; I’m friggin’ worn out.” Russia shook his head slowly in agreement, feeling a loud yawn tremble at the base of his throat as he was guided to the living room, America stopping only once to flick the lights off. America then made quick work of shutting down the living room before joining Russia at the bottom of the stairs. The stairs squeaked and protested under their weights as they climbed upward, Russia turned back enough to confide in America. “Amerika, may I ask a question?”
“’Course, hun, shoot.”
“Is our stay-at-home date still ruined?”
Stopping mid-flight, America contemplated, mulling his teeth over his lip as he thought. Russia turned completely to wait for an answer before the superpower smiled and stepped up to fold himself around his bigger lover. “Of course not,” America replied, pressing his lips against Russia’s heart, “wanna know why?”
“Why, lyubov’?”
“Because you’re here with me, and that makes everything perfect,” America whispered, basking in the embrace Russia enveloped him in, “After all, that’s what’s part of a relationship, right? You take the good and the bad, and make it perfect in your eyes. It’s like… building a home. There are always gonna be bad parts, problems with the foundation, but the memories that are made inside, that’s what most important, and… yeah, I’m gonna stop being deep now; too tired to go on.”
Russia could never remember a time that his heart felt so light, so full of joy that he could not help himself when buried his face into America’s shoulder, kissing along the juncture and feeling the sting of tears in his eyes. America, in return, rested his head on Russia’s and they stood there until America yawned again and hand-in-hand, they made their way to the bedroom. They shared a hot shower, lazy kisses, and ‘I love you’s before they occupied the bed, the last light in the house going off before the home, and the two countries, slept through the peace of night.
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Notes:
-This takes place around February/March of 2010.
- Rambo, Red Dawn, and The Russians are Coming (The Russians are Coming) are all ‘Cold War’ movies. The Russians are Coming, however, is a comedy filmed and released in the 1960s.
-I apologize for my Korea. The joke was that Korea would show up at the door with the Chinese food, and his demeanor is off to me; it’s my first time writing him and I’m going off what I’ve read/seen of Korea.
-Plastic bag holding a paper bag… I’ve never ordered Chinese food and not have the two bags. Always, always, always are there two bags; paper and plastic. :D
-Ginseng is sort of the ‘all-purpose’ plant of Asia (from what I got from Wikipedia). Red ginseng is ginseng that has been sun-dried or steamed and has several health benefits. One in particular is the stimulation of sexual function and increasing energy (the implication of this is when America is going on about how wonderful the sex was). BOTH South Korea and China use red ginseng which is why it’s the little prize Russia found. More about ginseng at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ginseng.
-I’m pretty sure that Spongebob Squarepants is shown to the little kiddies in Russia, but I’m not sure how popular or how easily accessible it is. The episode that is playing, however, is Squilliam Returns which has the scene where Spongebob tries to replace everything he knows with how to be a gourmet chef. This is shown through ‘metaphorical representations’ of little Spongebobs running around in big Spongebobs brain to delete everything and shred all the files.
-Headcanon!Russia uses a lot of Russian to proclaim his love to America during/after sex.
Now for the translations:
Russian
Lyubov’ - love
Moĭ solnyshko - my sunshine
Vozlyublennyĭ - sweetheart
Dorogoĭ - dear
Chto - what
Ya tebya lyublyu - I love you
Sladkiĭ odna - sweet one
Moe serdtse - my heart
Korean
An nyoung - informal hello
Migug - America
Leosia - Russia
Gamsahabnida - thank you
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: app. 8,000 (with notes)
Warning: Enough fluff to rot your teeth and bones, a little bit of Cold War angst, and possible OoC situations, America being deep, self-beta’d.
Summary: Still in the slump of the recession, America proposes a ‘stay-at-home’ date. Russia whole-heartedly agrees, but that doesn’t mean that their time together doesn’t go on without a hitch.
A/N: Spring exchange fic for batneko. The prompt chosen was fluff and nonsense. I’m not sure if I added enough nonsense (or fluff, for that matter), but I hope you like it! :)
Russia was not able to say how long he made love to America, but he knew that his lover was spent when kisses turned from needy and heated to languid and sated. With the last lingering brushes of lips and tongues, Russia carefully maneuvered himself next to America, gathering the panting form into his arms for their afterglow. America cuddled closer to the sweat-slick body next to him and searched for Russia’s lips again as he whined under his breath. “Wonderful… oh, God, so amazing, I love you, you damn bastard, for making me feel so good.” He was met with a baritone groan from Russia, kissing back as he let his fingers glide along each of America’s vertebrae. America’s back curled to feel more of the feather touches along his shot nerves, and Russia gasped as he felt hot skin slide next to his own. “Ya tebya lyublyu, moĭ Amerika…” panted the Russian as he kisses back, cupping the small of America’s back, “Sladkiĭ odna ... moe serdtse ... moya lyubovʹ.”
Almost as an after-thought, America looped his leg over Russia's. “Mmm, God, love it when you talk Ruski to me,” America moaned quietly through kisses, writhing about as he used the last pockets of energy his body possessed. Russia chuckled at his lover’s plight and teased America by murmuring in his native tongue all the things he would do if they had more space and more light.
They brushed their bodies together, kissing and nipping and speaking love to each other before a beep met their ears and light flooded their eyes. Immediately, they shut their eyes, America turning his eyes into the cushions with a sound of ache before their eyes adjusted and sky and wisteria opened to meet. Russia’s gaze watched America’s lips stretch into a small smile. “I guess… we were supposed to just have sex and get it over with?” the younger laughed tensely before he felt Russia brush his forehead against his own. “I do not think that sex or no sex matters, but it is something that I will not turn down.”
“Yeah,” America nodded before sitting up like a man rising from the dead. He stretched his arms over his head before grunting in thought. “Well, I’m satisfied, tired, and feeling up to washing dishes. You?”
Russia stared at his lover incredulously, but soon chuckled slyly. “You want to wash dishes? I did not think that you would have the energy or the desire to do any chores.”
Smiling once more, the American turned back to wink at his colder lover. “I mean, yeah, I don’t like to wash dishes, but, since you’re here, it’ll go twice as fast, right? And, hey, I wanna sleep in tomorrow, so we need to get rid of the food tonight,” offered America before standing up to grab his boxers and pants. “Besides, if Tony finds it, he might eat it and get sick.”
Russia nodded and rose, cracking his back to ease the hints of pain before putting on his own pants and making his way into the kitchen. Splashes of flour and drying ingredients greeted him as America fumbled around behind him, nearly falling and breaking open his head on the coffee table. Hearing an ‘I’m okay’ from America, Russia shook his head out of humor and started to gather the items and placing them in their rightful containers before opening the fridge and the cabinets. While he put up the food, America came in with their half-eaten meals and slid in behind Russia to set the take-out boxes on the top shelf. “At least we have breakfast tomorrow?” America lightly asked.
Russia did not answer, but instead laid a kiss into America’s hair, breathing in the musk of sex and baked apples before walking away to grab the broom from the pantry. America went to the sink to refill the sink with hot water, plucking a rag from a drawer to wet it and wipe down the counters.
They worked in muted diligence, America eventually humming a new song before they found themselves with a clean kitchen sans the sink full of charred lumps, pots, and a griddle. Taking a drying cloth, Russia stood obediently next to America as he washed and scrapped the burn marks away under the warmth of running water. Silence subdued them, and Russia found his mind wandering, glancing at the homey décor of the kitchen while America handed him the pot that the borscht had once simmered in.
As America washed the dishes and Russia dried them, the elder man wondered when they became so domesticated.
With each piece of kitchenware, the sink was emptied until only the brown sink water was left and with one last wipe along the stainless steel sink, America drained the water before yawning and grasping Russia’s hand. “C’mon, big guy, shower and then bed; I’m friggin’ worn out.” Russia shook his head slowly in agreement, feeling a loud yawn tremble at the base of his throat as he was guided to the living room, America stopping only once to flick the lights off. America then made quick work of shutting down the living room before joining Russia at the bottom of the stairs. The stairs squeaked and protested under their weights as they climbed upward, Russia turned back enough to confide in America. “Amerika, may I ask a question?”
“’Course, hun, shoot.”
“Is our stay-at-home date still ruined?”
Stopping mid-flight, America contemplated, mulling his teeth over his lip as he thought. Russia turned completely to wait for an answer before the superpower smiled and stepped up to fold himself around his bigger lover. “Of course not,” America replied, pressing his lips against Russia’s heart, “wanna know why?”
“Why, lyubov’?”
“Because you’re here with me, and that makes everything perfect,” America whispered, basking in the embrace Russia enveloped him in, “After all, that’s what’s part of a relationship, right? You take the good and the bad, and make it perfect in your eyes. It’s like… building a home. There are always gonna be bad parts, problems with the foundation, but the memories that are made inside, that’s what most important, and… yeah, I’m gonna stop being deep now; too tired to go on.”
Russia could never remember a time that his heart felt so light, so full of joy that he could not help himself when buried his face into America’s shoulder, kissing along the juncture and feeling the sting of tears in his eyes. America, in return, rested his head on Russia’s and they stood there until America yawned again and hand-in-hand, they made their way to the bedroom. They shared a hot shower, lazy kisses, and ‘I love you’s before they occupied the bed, the last light in the house going off before the home, and the two countries, slept through the peace of night.
--
Notes:
-This takes place around February/March of 2010.
- Rambo, Red Dawn, and The Russians are Coming (The Russians are Coming) are all ‘Cold War’ movies. The Russians are Coming, however, is a comedy filmed and released in the 1960s.
-I apologize for my Korea. The joke was that Korea would show up at the door with the Chinese food, and his demeanor is off to me; it’s my first time writing him and I’m going off what I’ve read/seen of Korea.
-Plastic bag holding a paper bag… I’ve never ordered Chinese food and not have the two bags. Always, always, always are there two bags; paper and plastic. :D
-Ginseng is sort of the ‘all-purpose’ plant of Asia (from what I got from Wikipedia). Red ginseng is ginseng that has been sun-dried or steamed and has several health benefits. One in particular is the stimulation of sexual function and increasing energy (the implication of this is when America is going on about how wonderful the sex was). BOTH South Korea and China use red ginseng which is why it’s the little prize Russia found. More about ginseng at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ginseng.
-I’m pretty sure that Spongebob Squarepants is shown to the little kiddies in Russia, but I’m not sure how popular or how easily accessible it is. The episode that is playing, however, is Squilliam Returns which has the scene where Spongebob tries to replace everything he knows with how to be a gourmet chef. This is shown through ‘metaphorical representations’ of little Spongebobs running around in big Spongebobs brain to delete everything and shred all the files.
-Headcanon!Russia uses a lot of Russian to proclaim his love to America during/after sex.
Now for the translations:
Russian
Lyubov’ - love
Moĭ solnyshko - my sunshine
Vozlyublennyĭ - sweetheart
Dorogoĭ - dear
Chto - what
Ya tebya lyublyu - I love you
Sladkiĭ odna - sweet one
Moe serdtse - my heart
Korean
An nyoung - informal hello
Migug - America
Leosia - Russia
Gamsahabnida - thank you