The Companion (Rus/Ame, Kidnapping)
anonymous
May 2 2010, 23:19:14 UTC
Request: I'd like to see a 'Russia forces America to live with him' fic, BUT in the scenario that the Soviet Union has just collapsed and Russia kidnaps him because he's lonely.
The Companion [5.1/??]
anonymous
May 5 2010, 18:37:59 UTC
For several days after Russia's talk of puppets and kings, America would not speak. Every inquest Russia made regarding his health and well being was met with stony silence and folded arms. America refused to give him an opportunity to weasel sensitive information from him, and didn't trust his own tongue enough to be sure it wouldn't accidentally spill a secret or two
( ... )
The Companion [5.2/?]
anonymous
May 5 2010, 18:40:24 UTC
Except it was in Russian, and America had no idea what in the hell the clues, let alone the words, were meant to be. America looked the clippings over carefully, each one causing more and more frustration to well up within his chest. He didn't know if Russia was actually trying to give him something to do, or mocking him for not knowing the language of the land.
America grabbed the pencil on his nightstand and held the tip to the puzzles. It was futile to try solving them, but since he and Russia were nothing but ships passing in the night, he might as well set off a flare to get his attention. America gnawed lightly on the metal bit that held the eraser in place as he thought of what to write.
Two across, "I can't" Eight down, "Read Russian." America debated writing an insult in eleven down, but decided his results would be better if he refrained from name calling. He slipped the papers under the slat of the door and waited for results
( ... )
The Companion [5.3/?]
anonymous
May 5 2010, 18:41:43 UTC
America wrenched the taps on and ducked back before the blast of the shower could hit him. He didn't test the water, didn't pull his clothes off, didn't show any interest in actually getting wet. Instead he went back to his room, socked feet softly padding along the cold floor as he approached the door.
America backed into the small spot behind the door, silently hoping Russia wouldn't open it all the way. He didn't envy the idea of getting smashed between the wall and the door, only wanting to be able to hide for a moment when Russia entered with breakfast
( ... )
The Companion [5.4/??]
anonymous
May 5 2010, 18:43:02 UTC
Russia's arms snaked around his waist without hesitation, wrapping tightly to keep America still. America assured himself it was all for his balance, and nothing more, inwardly denying that even the slightest blush touched his cheeks. He tried concentrating on other things, like how he was going to kick Russia's ass once he got his wits about him.
"I'm sorry," Russia murmured softly, "but I can't have you leaving me."
"I wasn't trying to, seriously." America's arms loosened, slid from Russia's neck and down his chest. Russia kept his hold on America's waist. America decided to rest his head against Russia's shoulder for a moment. Just a minute more, he thought, and I'll have my bearings. Russia swung America around in an instant, tossing him on the bed like a rag doll. Before America could react the open door slammed loudly, the noise echoing in the small room and rattling America's body. Russia made his way back to America, dipping momentarily to snatch his pipe back up from the floor
( ... )
The Companion [5.5/?]
anonymous
May 5 2010, 18:45:54 UTC
The fear and adrenaline that had been pulsing through America's veins faded to steady wariness, the tremors that licked over his body lightening up. America wasn't sure about Russia's excuse that it had been a game, one that Russia could have ended at any time. It was only a poor cover up for slamming America in the back with a pipe, and then scaring him half to death. Fear was always a good tool for control, after all.
Or maybe he was on page forty of a five page book, reading too deeply into things that didn't exist. Russia's knee-jerk reaction with hitting the first time made sense. Not that America was thinking that it was okay, only that he could kind of, maybe, sort of see why Russia had done it
( ... )
The Companion [5.6/?]
anonymous
May 5 2010, 18:50:54 UTC
America processed what Russia was saying slowly. He'd never thought about it in the terms Russia was explaining him, in terms that sounded almost desirable. He shook his head and threw one of the puzzles at Russia, distracting himself from the idea.
Re: The Companion [5.6/?]
anonymous
May 5 2010, 22:47:15 UTC
At times my emotions are like children, unintentionally petty and cruel, even uncontrollable. But never do I mean to hurt you.
ZOHMYGOD, ANON. I love you. Russia not trying to terrify people, and apologizing when he does it anyway is my post-Stalinist!Russia headcanon. *-* Hurr hurr. I so adore Russia when he's being awkward and adorable. His kol'ing scares the crap outa me though.
Silly America! Santa does exist! He lives at Finland’s house! *shot* Best. Strip. Evar. Just sayin'.
…Yeah, there’s most defiantly some Stockholm Syndrome going on here. I am probably a bad person for loving that, but jeeeez, this fill is awesome that way. If this kind of situation counts as a kink, I totally, totally have it. -///-;;
Re: The Companion [5.6/?]
anonymous
May 5 2010, 23:16:27 UTC
I. Love. This.
Simple as that.
Your Russia is so interesting to read, and America crying in this chapter broke my heart. This twisted little friendship/relationship/whateveryouwouldcallit they're forming is just the best.
Re: The Companion [5.6/?]
anonymous
May 6 2010, 01:24:12 UTC
The cross word scene is beautiful. I love how it sorta takes America a moment to remember that even if the hints are in english, the answers are still russian.
Maybe he can start slowly learning russian, ahh I love your writing.
Re: The Companion [5.6/?]
anonymous
May 6 2010, 06:53:54 UTC
Russia is so creepy and cute... does it even make sense? Creepily cute?
What scares me the most is how America is slipping and he isn't even aware of it. Instead of thinking of a way to get out, he's thinking about how to speak to Russia... and the door is freaking wide open! I want to cuddle him so badly O_O
The Companion [6.1/?]
anonymous
May 12 2010, 18:03:16 UTC
Little bursts of giddiness went off in America's chest as he was escorted out of his room. Eager eyes scanned the hallway, taking it in as if he had never seen it before. Without adrenaline burning through his veins, he was able to better appreciate the seemingly endless, and nearly daunting, corridor
( ... )
The Companion [6.2/?]
anonymous
May 12 2010, 18:39:18 UTC
Every little bit of furniture was neatly placed, giving the room a rather sterile feel. America was quite sure that if he ran a finger over anything, it would come away completely dust-free. A large sleigh bed lay nudged up against a wide bay window, bleary light pooling onto the sheets
( ... )
The Companion [6.3/?]
anonymous
May 12 2010, 18:51:04 UTC
"This is going to be exactly like chess, isn't it?" America slid a pawn forward. "Pawn to F3," he added belatedly, sure he had counted right, and that the lingo might impress Russia
( ... )
The Companion [6.5/?]
anonymous
May 12 2010, 19:19:49 UTC
Progressing to Russia's room had given him the slightest bit of kindling, stoking his mind back into crafting ploys and plans. America needed to hold on to his freedom, however minimal it was.
"Going back to sleep sounds all kind of nice, but, uh," America's words stuttered, clinging fiercely to his tongue. "What if I, like, camped out in here? I mean, if I slept in here, you could keep an eye on me, right?" he reasoned.
"Right." Suspicion lined Russia's agreement, but he took a step back, giving America room to stand.
America hopped to his feet and flashed a thankful smile that fell piteously short of his eyes. He scurried to the bed, performing subtle hops over the sketchy shadows in the room before throwing himself on the mattress, a soft whumph sounding as he hit the covers
( ... )
Part 1 & 1.2: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13125.html?thread=34024005#t34024005
Parts 1.3-4.7: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11813.html?thread=36799781#t36799781
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America grabbed the pencil on his nightstand and held the tip to the puzzles. It was futile to try solving them, but since he and Russia were nothing but ships passing in the night, he might as well set off a flare to get his attention. America gnawed lightly on the metal bit that held the eraser in place as he thought of what to write.
Two across, "I can't" Eight down, "Read Russian." America debated writing an insult in eleven down, but decided his results would be better if he refrained from name calling. He slipped the papers under the slat of the door and waited for results ( ... )
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America backed into the small spot behind the door, silently hoping Russia wouldn't open it all the way. He didn't envy the idea of getting smashed between the wall and the door, only wanting to be able to hide for a moment when Russia entered with breakfast ( ... )
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"I'm sorry," Russia murmured softly, "but I can't have you leaving me."
"I wasn't trying to, seriously." America's arms loosened, slid from Russia's neck and down his chest. Russia kept his hold on America's waist. America decided to rest his head against Russia's shoulder for a moment. Just a minute more, he thought, and I'll have my bearings. Russia swung America around in an instant, tossing him on the bed like a rag doll. Before America could react the open door slammed loudly, the noise echoing in the small room and rattling America's body. Russia made his way back to America, dipping momentarily to snatch his pipe back up from the floor ( ... )
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Or maybe he was on page forty of a five page book, reading too deeply into things that didn't exist. Russia's knee-jerk reaction with hitting the first time made sense. Not that America was thinking that it was okay, only that he could kind of, maybe, sort of see why Russia had done it ( ... )
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"These crosswords suck," he blurted ( ... )
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ZOHMYGOD, ANON. I love you. Russia not trying to terrify people, and apologizing when he does it anyway is my post-Stalinist!Russia headcanon. *-* Hurr hurr. I so adore Russia when he's being awkward and adorable. His kol'ing scares the crap outa me though.
Silly America! Santa does exist! He lives at Finland’s house! *shot* Best. Strip. Evar. Just sayin'.
…Yeah, there’s most defiantly some Stockholm Syndrome going on here. I am probably a bad person for loving that, but jeeeez, this fill is awesome that way. If this kind of situation counts as a kink, I totally, totally have it. -///-;;
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Simple as that.
Your Russia is so interesting to read, and America crying in this chapter broke my heart. This twisted little friendship/relationship/whateveryouwouldcallit they're forming is just the best.
Can't wait to see more! ♥
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Maybe he can start slowly learning russian, ahh I love your writing.
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What scares me the most is how America is slipping and he isn't even aware of it. Instead of thinking of a way to get out, he's thinking about how to speak to Russia... and the door is freaking wide open! I want to cuddle him so badly O_O
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"Going back to sleep sounds all kind of nice, but, uh," America's words stuttered, clinging fiercely to his tongue. "What if I, like, camped out in here? I mean, if I slept in here, you could keep an eye on me, right?" he reasoned.
"Right." Suspicion lined Russia's agreement, but he took a step back, giving America room to stand.
America hopped to his feet and flashed a thankful smile that fell piteously short of his eyes. He scurried to the bed, performing subtle hops over the sketchy shadows in the room before throwing himself on the mattress, a soft whumph sounding as he hit the covers ( ... )
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