“Are you sure? Because if you aren't, you can just-”
“America.”
America looked up from his nervously twisting hands in his lap. Russia was perched next to America on the edge of his oversized bed, staring at the far wall. There wasn't anything there to look at but blank wall, but he kept looking at that spot anyway. He hadn't looked America in the eye all evening.
“I-I just-”
“You have been asking me to let you...do this for ages, da? And now I let you.”
“I know, but-”
“Do you not want to do this anymore?”
“No, I do want to...I want to see your neck-”
“Then get it over with.”
America swallowed hard. He did want this. He had wanted it for the longest time, ever since he learned that
( ... )
[Part 7] Achilles' Heel (2/3)
anonymous
December 21 2009, 08:43:40 UTC
“Maybe you should...um, take your shirt off first?” he asked meekly, and was relieved when Russia reluctantly nodded and started fiddling with the buttons on the front of his shirt. The garment was quickly shed and tossed off the side of the bed. America took a deep breath and brushed a hand against Russia's bare arm. The elder country jerked back, panic flashing across his face as he met America's eyes for the first time all night...and quickly dropped his eyes down, flushing angrily.
“It-it's okay,” America whispered. “I'm not going to hurt you-”
“I know that,” Russia snarled, clenching his hands into fists
( ... )
[Part 7] Achilles' Heel (3/3)
anonymous
December 21 2009, 08:45:47 UTC
“God,” America whispered against Russia's neck, pressing a hundred little kisses over the ribbons of scars. “God, you're so beautiful.”
“N-nyet...nyet...I'm...my neck is...”
“Beautiful,” America repeated, touching the scars with his fingers that his mouth couldn't reach.
“S-stop,” Russia whimpered weakly. A little red flag went off in America's head; he had promised to stop if Russia asked him to, but he was too captivated to acknowledge what Russia had just said, or the trembles that were running stronger and stronger up and down his spine.
“Love you,” he gasped between kisses. “I love you, neck and scars and everythingA huge shudder took Russia's entire body all at once. America finally stopped and leaned back; the shaking had gotten too hard to just be shivers. Russia leaned over, bringing his shoulders almost up to his ears, still shaking and making a funny little choked sound... America scooted around to see his face and stopped cold when he saw tears leaking from Russia's tightly shut eyes, trembling lips pressed together
( ... )
Re: [Part 7] Achilles' Heel (3/3)
anonymous
December 21 2009, 12:04:14 UTC
"He had fucked up. He had really fucked up. He...he made Russia cry. He just made the biggest goddamn country in the entire world, who had survived Mongols and Nazis and revolutions and Joseph Fucking Stalin cry."
Re: [Part 7] Achilles' Heel (3/3)
anonymous
December 21 2009, 14:46:38 UTC
It's so rare to find a story that doesn't reek of sex when involving these two. But you anon, you have delivered. There are so many parts I love, it'd take me a long time to put 'em all. xD;
Original request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10960.html?thread=21615824#t21615824
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“Are you sure this is okay?”
“Da.”
“Really? You're 110% cool with this?”
“Da.”
“Are you sure? Because if you aren't, you can just-”
“America.”
America looked up from his nervously twisting hands in his lap. Russia was perched next to America on the edge of his oversized bed, staring at the far wall. There wasn't anything there to look at but blank wall, but he kept looking at that spot anyway. He hadn't looked America in the eye all evening.
“I-I just-”
“You have been asking me to let you...do this for ages, da? And now I let you.”
“I know, but-”
“Do you not want to do this anymore?”
“No, I do want to...I want to see your neck-”
“Then get it over with.”
America swallowed hard. He did want this. He had wanted it for the longest time, ever since he learned that ( ... )
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“It-it's okay,” America whispered. “I'm not going to hurt you-”
“I know that,” Russia snarled, clenching his hands into fists ( ... )
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“N-nyet...nyet...I'm...my neck is...”
“Beautiful,” America repeated, touching the scars with his fingers that his mouth couldn't reach.
“S-stop,” Russia whimpered weakly. A little red flag went off in America's head; he had promised to stop if Russia asked him to, but he was too captivated to acknowledge what Russia had just said, or the trembles that were running stronger and stronger up and down his spine.
“Love you,” he gasped between kisses. “I love you, neck and scars and everythingA huge shudder took Russia's entire body all at once. America finally stopped and leaned back; the shaking had gotten too hard to just be shivers. Russia leaned over, bringing his shoulders almost up to his ears, still shaking and making a funny little choked sound... America scooted around to see his face and stopped cold when he saw tears leaking from Russia's tightly shut eyes, trembling lips pressed together ( ... )
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alkshfjlghfjlhsdKASDJFKD!!!
Keysmash, Anon! Keysmashing is my only way to most accurately declare the absolute LOVE I have for this! ♥♥♥
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This line made the entire fill for me, anon.
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Very nice!
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THAT WAS AMAZING
IT WAS SO...SO-
It was beautiful *sparkly eyes*
Is it weird that I love it when Russia is all vulnerable and weepy? XD
Great job anon! I wish there were more Russia/America fics like this!
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Oh Author!Anon. I'm fuckin' bawling over here.
Love you man. <3
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