Three Drabbles for Your Reading Pleasure
Or: "Fluff? What is this 'fluff' you speak of?"
Title: Tickle Fight
Author: xxfurryfirefoxx (me)
Characters: Romano and Spain (Spamano)
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 (for Romano's mouth, otherwise purely G)
Summary: My attempt at fluff for lifesareverie.
Romano was enjoying a quiet evening at home. His idiot brother was off with his stupid friends. And that potato bastard and his mentally challenged brother hadn’t bothered him for days. Yes, without so many distractions, Romano was left alone with his thoughts.
Romano was immersed in his book, settled comfortably in his couch. You wouldn’t guess it, but in fact Romano was the type that was sucked into another world when he read. It was embarrassing really, which is why he never read with people around.
But unfortunately Romano had forgotten one last person on his checklist. And unfortunately that person was skipping through the door. And unfortunately Romano didn’t hear him, and therefore was unprepared for the attack.
“Loviiiiiii~!” Spain cheered as he tackled Romano from behind, knocking him off the couch.
Romano’s book shot across the floor, while Romano was pinned down by the coffee table. He struggled wildly under Spain, but it did little but amuse the Spaniard.
“Goddamnit, Spain!” Romano yelled. “Get the fuck off me!”
Spain couldn’t hear him over the excitement in his own head. He hugged Romano tighter “Lovi, I missed you! Did you miss me? I haven’t seen you in so long!”
“Shut up, you bastard!” Romano growled. “And how many times have I told you not to call me that?”
Spain sighed, but his smile stayed firmly in place. “Lovi, why don’t you just smile when you see me? Aren’t you happy?” He grabbed Romano’s cheeks and stretched them apart.
Romano choked and pushed Spain’s hands away. “What the fuck? Don’t touch me.”
Spain blinked. “But Lovi, I just want a smile!” Romano crossed his arms and looked away. “Aw, you can be such a cutie.” Before Romano could spit back an insult Spain grabbed Romano’s hips and hoisted the boy over his shoulder. Romano screamed in protest as Spain spun him around and threw him on the couch. Spain pounced on top of him and tickled his ribs.
Romano bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut to keep from laughing. “Wha-wh-what are you do-doing??” he managed through forced breaths. He tried to pry Spain’s hand away, but Spain had a strong grip.
“I’m just getting a smile,” Spain stated, feathering and poking his fingers over Romano’s sides.
“No-no, sto-EEE!” Romano squealed. He clamped his hands over his mouth and bit one of his fingers. He lasted for two minutes before breaking out in uncharacteristic laughter. “Ok! Ok! Stop! Please!”
Spain giggled and stopped his torture. He cupped Romano’s face and placed a chaste kiss on his upturned lips. “Thanks Lovi.”
Suddenly Spain was on his back with Romano on top of him, smiling wickedly. “Don’t thank me yet, bastard,” he growled.
A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind... :)
Title: Nightmares
Author: xxfurryfirefoxx (me)
Characters: America and Russia (RusAme)
Warnings/Rating: PG-13?
Summary: America has a nightmare. Another attempt at fluff for shyrofox.
The moon filtered through the curtains at the window and shone on the large bed. The thick covers spread across the two bodies under them. A large man with platinum hair slept soundly on the left. But on the right a young man with golden hair tossed and turned. His skin glistened with sweat and his hands fisted at the sheets.
The wind blew outside and whistled through the leaves on the trees. America shot up screaming and immediately curled up into himself, pressing his eyes to his knees. Russia woke up quickly and wrapped his arm over America’s shoulder and hugged him close.
America was whispering apologies to himself, crying into the blankets. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It was all my fault, but I didn’t mean it. I’m so, so sorry.
“Hush America,” Russia soothed. He rubbed circles on the man’s back as he whispered in his ear. “It was just a dream. It’s over now. Everything’s fine.”
“No, no!” America shook his head. “It was real! And it’s all my fault!”
Russia was not surprised. America often had nightmares of his past. Of the things he did. Of the people he killed.
Russia thought that she should get a drink to calm America down. Warm milk tea, or perhaps hot cocoa. America loved sweets. And that often helped when these nightmares came.
But as Russia attempted to slide off the bed America’s hand shot out and grabbed his sleeve. Russia turned around to see wide blue eyes filled with fear. “Y-you can’t leave,” America stuttered, tears welling at his eyes.
Russia smiled gently. America rarely showed such displays of weakness, or affection, to him. “Of course not,” Russia said as he crawled back next to the young man and pressed a kiss to his temple. Then he pulled America in close to him and carded his fingers through the man’s golden hair.
Russia sang Russian lullabies as America’s breathing calmed. When Russia thought America had finally been lulled back to sleep, he laid the man back down and crawled in next to him. Russia closed his eyes and calmed his thoughts when he felt a tight grip on his hand. He opened his eyes again to see America clutching his hand in his sleep. Russia squeezed back and smiled.
“Thank you,” America mumbled, an innocent look on his face. “Ivan…”
A/N: What is this, I don't even. This is not fluff. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm sorry shyrofox, I'll...I'll write you something else! ;n; Also, if it wasn't clear, my headcannon says that America frequently has nightmares of war crimes or things his citizens have done (KKK, slavery, etc.)
Title: Mirror
Author: xxfurryfirefoxx (me)
Characters: America
Warnings/Rating: PG
Summary: America meets his other self. (Based on a dream I had)
I met him on an August afternoon. The 16th in fact, 2007. At 3:49 pm.
It was a Thursday, so I had work to fill out. They keep the files at the nearest government building to where ever I’m staying that week. In Los Angeles, that was the City Hall building. I was walking home from work when I saw him.
He wore jeans and a navy t-shirt. His sneakers were worn. He had no glasses, probably preferred contacts. He had golden hair, short, with bangs falling just above his bright blue eyes. The same hair. The same eyes. And the same smile. He was smiling. He was smiling at a woman. He was holding her hand.
He looked exactly the same.
I stopped in my tracks. I gaped stupidly at the man, and in the middle of the city no less. He walked right past me though. And I turned and watched him walk away. He didn’t see me. He didn’t sense my presence, like one would think. No, he didn’t even notice me.
His girlfriend did though. While talking to him, she spotted me out of the corner of her eye. She froze. I panic for a second. I wondered what the consequences were if he should see me. But it was too late by then. She was already tugging on his sleeve and pointing at me. He turned around. He searched through the crown for a moment, then-
Then our eyes locked. It was a strange feeling. In a second I felt like I understood everything about him. I knew him better than he knew himself. I wonder if he felt the same thing.
If he did, he didn’t show it. He smiled excitedly and ran over to me, pulling his girlfriend with him. We stood at the same height, as you would expect.
“Wow this is insane!” he said. I nodded and smiled. He thrust out his hand to me and grinned. “Alfred F. Jones, nice to meet you!” he said.
I’d never felt anything like what I felt at that moment. It was a revelation. I was like a dream. Like looking into a mirror, but looking into another world. That’s probably exactly what it was though. We had the same face, but no doubt our lives were completely different. He didn’t have to deal with the burdens I had. I’m sure he had his own problems, but nothing like war. Nothing like what I feel.
Of course, I had to answer him eventually. I shook his hand. I was about to introduce myself, but realized that the strange coincidence would quickly turn creepy if we had the same name. So I made something up. “Samuel Haverdy.” I said, as cheerfully as I could manage.
His girlfriend wanted a picture. Alfred posed with a lopsided grin and a thumbs up. Just like me. I mirrored him. The camera flashed. His girlfriend thanked me. Alfred said an enthusiastic good bye and gave a short speech about destiny and crazy fate. It made me smile.
Then they walked away. I watched them for a while, or as long as I could, until they disappeared in the crowds.
I had heard of them before. We all have one. France said he saw his at a café once. Japan said his was still in high school. England said his died in WWII. He doesn’t know if another one has been born yet.
But no one has ever been seen by them. Let alone talk to them. It’s something we’re just supposed to watch from afar, that glimmer of hope to remind you why you work so hard. To tell the truth, I was afraid the world might have imploded. But as I looked around the city while I walked home, everything looked fine.
Not all of us have seen our human selves. It’s something like when a human finds a four-leaf clover. It’s a special event, where you find yourself thinking how lucky you are to have seen it, hidden among all the other clovers. I’m think our human selves are always near us, but we’re too busy to notice them.
I’m lucky I was watching. I’m glad I got to meet him. I’m glad he has a happy life.
I’m going to fix myself, so that his life can stay happy. His life, and all my other citizens' as well.
A/N: In my headcannon, all the countries have a human self exactly like themselves. I hope that was self-explanatory. I hope everything was self-explanatory...Lol...
Title: Tickle Fight
Author: xxfurryfirefoxx (me)
Characters: Romano and Spain (Spamano)
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 (for Romano's mouth, otherwise purely G)
Summary: My attempt at fluff for lifesareverie.
Romano was enjoying a quiet evening at home. His idiot brother was off with his stupid friends. And that potato bastard and his mentally challenged brother hadn’t bothered him for days. Yes, without so many distractions, Romano was left alone with his thoughts.
Romano was immersed in his book, settled comfortably in his couch. You wouldn’t guess it, but in fact Romano was the type that was sucked into another world when he read. It was embarrassing really, which is why he never read with people around.
But unfortunately Romano had forgotten one last person on his checklist. And unfortunately that person was skipping through the door. And unfortunately Romano didn’t hear him, and therefore was unprepared for the attack.
“Loviiiiiii~!” Spain cheered as he tackled Romano from behind, knocking him off the couch.
Romano’s book shot across the floor, while Romano was pinned down by the coffee table. He struggled wildly under Spain, but it did little but amuse the Spaniard.
“Goddamnit, Spain!” Romano yelled. “Get the fuck off me!”
Spain couldn’t hear him over the excitement in his own head. He hugged Romano tighter “Lovi, I missed you! Did you miss me? I haven’t seen you in so long!”
“Shut up, you bastard!” Romano growled. “And how many times have I told you not to call me that?”
Spain sighed, but his smile stayed firmly in place. “Lovi, why don’t you just smile when you see me? Aren’t you happy?” He grabbed Romano’s cheeks and stretched them apart.
Romano choked and pushed Spain’s hands away. “What the fuck? Don’t touch me.”
Spain blinked. “But Lovi, I just want a smile!” Romano crossed his arms and looked away. “Aw, you can be such a cutie.” Before Romano could spit back an insult Spain grabbed Romano’s hips and hoisted the boy over his shoulder. Romano screamed in protest as Spain spun him around and threw him on the couch. Spain pounced on top of him and tickled his ribs.
Romano bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes shut to keep from laughing. “Wha-wh-what are you do-doing??” he managed through forced breaths. He tried to pry Spain’s hand away, but Spain had a strong grip.
“I’m just getting a smile,” Spain stated, feathering and poking his fingers over Romano’s sides.
“No-no, sto-EEE!” Romano squealed. He clamped his hands over his mouth and bit one of his fingers. He lasted for two minutes before breaking out in uncharacteristic laughter. “Ok! Ok! Stop! Please!”
Spain giggled and stopped his torture. He cupped Romano’s face and placed a chaste kiss on his upturned lips. “Thanks Lovi.”
Suddenly Spain was on his back with Romano on top of him, smiling wickedly. “Don’t thank me yet, bastard,” he growled.
A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind... :)
Title: Nightmares
Author: xxfurryfirefoxx (me)
Characters: America and Russia (RusAme)
Warnings/Rating: PG-13?
Summary: America has a nightmare. Another attempt at fluff for shyrofox.
The moon filtered through the curtains at the window and shone on the large bed. The thick covers spread across the two bodies under them. A large man with platinum hair slept soundly on the left. But on the right a young man with golden hair tossed and turned. His skin glistened with sweat and his hands fisted at the sheets.
The wind blew outside and whistled through the leaves on the trees. America shot up screaming and immediately curled up into himself, pressing his eyes to his knees. Russia woke up quickly and wrapped his arm over America’s shoulder and hugged him close.
America was whispering apologies to himself, crying into the blankets. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It was all my fault, but I didn’t mean it. I’m so, so sorry.
“Hush America,” Russia soothed. He rubbed circles on the man’s back as he whispered in his ear. “It was just a dream. It’s over now. Everything’s fine.”
“No, no!” America shook his head. “It was real! And it’s all my fault!”
Russia was not surprised. America often had nightmares of his past. Of the things he did. Of the people he killed.
Russia thought that she should get a drink to calm America down. Warm milk tea, or perhaps hot cocoa. America loved sweets. And that often helped when these nightmares came.
But as Russia attempted to slide off the bed America’s hand shot out and grabbed his sleeve. Russia turned around to see wide blue eyes filled with fear. “Y-you can’t leave,” America stuttered, tears welling at his eyes.
Russia smiled gently. America rarely showed such displays of weakness, or affection, to him. “Of course not,” Russia said as he crawled back next to the young man and pressed a kiss to his temple. Then he pulled America in close to him and carded his fingers through the man’s golden hair.
Russia sang Russian lullabies as America’s breathing calmed. When Russia thought America had finally been lulled back to sleep, he laid the man back down and crawled in next to him. Russia closed his eyes and calmed his thoughts when he felt a tight grip on his hand. He opened his eyes again to see America clutching his hand in his sleep. Russia squeezed back and smiled.
“Thank you,” America mumbled, an innocent look on his face. “Ivan…”
A/N: What is this, I don't even. This is not fluff. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm sorry shyrofox, I'll...I'll write you something else! ;n; Also, if it wasn't clear, my headcannon says that America frequently has nightmares of war crimes or things his citizens have done (KKK, slavery, etc.)
Title: Mirror
Author: xxfurryfirefoxx (me)
Characters: America
Warnings/Rating: PG
Summary: America meets his other self. (Based on a dream I had)
I met him on an August afternoon. The 16th in fact, 2007. At 3:49 pm.
It was a Thursday, so I had work to fill out. They keep the files at the nearest government building to where ever I’m staying that week. In Los Angeles, that was the City Hall building. I was walking home from work when I saw him.
He wore jeans and a navy t-shirt. His sneakers were worn. He had no glasses, probably preferred contacts. He had golden hair, short, with bangs falling just above his bright blue eyes. The same hair. The same eyes. And the same smile. He was smiling. He was smiling at a woman. He was holding her hand.
He looked exactly the same.
I stopped in my tracks. I gaped stupidly at the man, and in the middle of the city no less. He walked right past me though. And I turned and watched him walk away. He didn’t see me. He didn’t sense my presence, like one would think. No, he didn’t even notice me.
His girlfriend did though. While talking to him, she spotted me out of the corner of her eye. She froze. I panic for a second. I wondered what the consequences were if he should see me. But it was too late by then. She was already tugging on his sleeve and pointing at me. He turned around. He searched through the crown for a moment, then-
Then our eyes locked. It was a strange feeling. In a second I felt like I understood everything about him. I knew him better than he knew himself. I wonder if he felt the same thing.
If he did, he didn’t show it. He smiled excitedly and ran over to me, pulling his girlfriend with him. We stood at the same height, as you would expect.
“Wow this is insane!” he said. I nodded and smiled. He thrust out his hand to me and grinned. “Alfred F. Jones, nice to meet you!” he said.
I’d never felt anything like what I felt at that moment. It was a revelation. I was like a dream. Like looking into a mirror, but looking into another world. That’s probably exactly what it was though. We had the same face, but no doubt our lives were completely different. He didn’t have to deal with the burdens I had. I’m sure he had his own problems, but nothing like war. Nothing like what I feel.
Of course, I had to answer him eventually. I shook his hand. I was about to introduce myself, but realized that the strange coincidence would quickly turn creepy if we had the same name. So I made something up. “Samuel Haverdy.” I said, as cheerfully as I could manage.
His girlfriend wanted a picture. Alfred posed with a lopsided grin and a thumbs up. Just like me. I mirrored him. The camera flashed. His girlfriend thanked me. Alfred said an enthusiastic good bye and gave a short speech about destiny and crazy fate. It made me smile.
Then they walked away. I watched them for a while, or as long as I could, until they disappeared in the crowds.
I had heard of them before. We all have one. France said he saw his at a café once. Japan said his was still in high school. England said his died in WWII. He doesn’t know if another one has been born yet.
But no one has ever been seen by them. Let alone talk to them. It’s something we’re just supposed to watch from afar, that glimmer of hope to remind you why you work so hard. To tell the truth, I was afraid the world might have imploded. But as I looked around the city while I walked home, everything looked fine.
Not all of us have seen our human selves. It’s something like when a human finds a four-leaf clover. It’s a special event, where you find yourself thinking how lucky you are to have seen it, hidden among all the other clovers. I’m think our human selves are always near us, but we’re too busy to notice them.
I’m lucky I was watching. I’m glad I got to meet him. I’m glad he has a happy life.
I’m going to fix myself, so that his life can stay happy. His life, and all my other citizens' as well.
A/N: In my headcannon, all the countries have a human self exactly like themselves. I hope that was self-explanatory. I hope everything was self-explanatory...Lol...