[Part 8] Anything Goes - Invasion
anonymous
July 4 2010, 22:34:28 UTC
This is a place holder for the further chapters of "Invasion".
Summary: Alfred struggles to find solace after civilization crumbles in a post-apocalyptic world. My take on the classic “Aliens invade planet earth” set up.
Invasion (Russia/America) 24/?? (Part 1)
anonymous
July 6 2010, 07:46:39 UTC
Canada sat beside his twin on the bottom bunk. Tony sat on his own bed, while Russia closed the door as he entered the room.
“So…it’s official?” Canada glanced to Russia as he made his way to his bed. “They know about us now?”
“…It seems that way.” Russia took a seat on his bed.
“They want us dead, obviously.” America sighed and pulled out the tiny sewing kit he kept hidden away. If only England could see him now, sewing the holes shut and the seams back together when he’d teased him so often about his embroidery and knitting…I’d never hear the end of it.
“Maybe they think they can…somehow…affect the people if they hurt us…” Canada pondered, turning back to his brother. “…or poison us in hopes of poisoning our citizens at the same time?”
“Probably.” Russia pulled his bag to the side and withdrawing a TT-30 handgun.* “There could be more than one of them on the train.”
“We’ll have to be extra careful from now on. With them being able to control people…” Canada shuddered in repulsion. “They’re going to try and find ways to kill us
( ... )
Invasion (Russia/America) 24/?? (Part 2)
anonymous
July 6 2010, 07:47:59 UTC
Minutes past and he gasped for air, falling back on his rear. His back hit the wall, and he clutched his chest, trying to ease the throbbing pain away.
Fuck…fuck why is it so bad tonight?? Sweat dripped from his hairline and past his temples and neck. Why the fuck is it so hot in here??
Raising a hand to his forehead, his skin felt feverish to the touch.
This…it can’t be the rat poison. I didn’t ingest enough…it takes a lot of poison to really affect me… Swallowing the lump back down his throat, he pressed his head to the cold wall, relishing the soothing cool touch. Then…if I’m feverish…and it isn’t from the poison or illness…
Wincing, he opened his eyes and pulled out a few disposable tissues from beneath the sink, wiping his face clean.
…Wildfires. Picking himself up from the wall, he returned to his knees and flushed the toilet. Always those damn wildfires…
Standing, he crossed the room and leaned against the sink, turning the water on without care, as Russia had made sure the water in the supply tanks were all replenished.
( ... )
Invasion (Russia/America) 24/?? (Part 3)
anonymous
July 6 2010, 07:49:50 UTC
The man glared at him, but he remained eerily calm. Adrenaline should’ve been coursing through the stranger’s body right now. He should be shaking and trying to contain the uncontrollable surge of energy that was filling his body. America knew this, because he’s been in a thousand situations like this before, only usually it was from one his own citizens.
“Why were you putting rat poison in the tanks?” America asked, keeping his voice calm and level. “Why did you do it?”
The man remained silent, his fingers only tightened on the gun.
“What is that thing on the back of your neck?”
The man’s eyes widened, a kind of slow realization dawning within the cold grey gaze.
“да…”* The man started, and slowly lifted his head up from the shotgun barrel. “Ты тот, о ком меня предупреждали...”*
America could only make out a few words, but it was enough. Suspicion arose within him, momentarily pushing away the throbbing pain that still burned throughout his body.
“What do you mean??” America growled. “Who are you talking about? Who warned you
( ... )
Invasion (Russia/America) 24/?? (Part 4)
anonymous
July 6 2010, 07:51:29 UTC
Doors opened, one slamming and cracking against the wall rather loudly.
“Alfred!” Came his brother’s voice. “Where are you? What happened??”
The man kicked the door open and jumped from the train.
“I found out who did it!” America yelled back. “He’s getting away!”
Not caring if he was dressed only in the jeans he’d mended earlier, a simple t-shirt and only socks, he ran down the hall to the open door.
“No- wait!” Canada ran from the room. “Don’t-!”
The train finally skidded to a stop just as America ran outside into the falling snow. Thick forest surrounded them on either side, the snow newly disturbed on the left. Jumping from the train, he landed on the hard permafrost and ran into the woods after the man. Canada’s shouts flooded the air behind him, but America ignored them.
I’m not gonna let this bastard get away! Not after what he did… and what he said.
The woods were eerily silent, his gasping breaths sounding deafening in the frigid chill. Slowing to a walk, America peered at the ground, finding the tracks taking a sharp
( ... )
Invasion (Russia/America) 24/?? (Part 5)
anonymous
July 6 2010, 07:57:21 UTC
After glancing about, America found that he and the dead, hijacked human had slid onto a frozen, unstable river.
“Fuck.”
A grunt came from nearby, and the sharp, metallic sounds of ice cracking and crunching together exploded in the still forest air.
“What the- stop moving!” America jerked his head around and found the man struggling to his feet. “Hey! Hey-!”
“Alfred!”
Canada’s voice ran clear in the frigid air.
“I’m down here!” America yelled back. “On the frozen river!”
The man growled at America, the Russian phrases garbled beyond America’s comprehension.
“Stop-!”
The ice split apart with a deafening shatter.
Next Chapter: Alfred is rescued from the frozen river, has a hard time dealing with the raging wildfires back home, (there's a possible time skip), and the group reunites with Ukraine, Belarus & Lithuania
Notes:
TT-30 handgun - [From Wiki] “The TT-30 (Russian: 7,62-мм самозарядный пистолет Токарева образца 1930 года, 7,62 mm Samozarjadnyj Pistolet Tokareva obrazca 1930 goda) is a Russian semi-automatic pistol. It was
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Re: Invasion (Russia/America) 24/?? (Part 5)
anonymous
July 7 2010, 02:01:12 UTC
Oh gosh. This chapter was just so awesome! I loved the action in this chapter! And poor America. He can't really catch a break, can he? Wildfires must really suck for him. :(
I can't wait for the next chapter! This is the first time that the trio can interact with the other nations since this has started. Lithuania! Belarus! And maybe some cute CanadaxUkraine? I'm so excited!
Anything Goes - Invasion 25/?? (Part 1)
anonymous
July 9 2010, 18:29:17 UTC
Air gushed from his lungs as he fell head-first into the icy current. The frigid river water dragged him under, embracing and filling his every pore, searing the heat from his body. Icy pain touched every surface of his skin, stabbing, jolting, prickling sensations that were unending and unyielding. The current was strong, pulling him away from the hole in the ice as America kicked and struggled against the current, forcing his limbs to work even as numbness settled in. Smooth, rounded river rocks pounded into his spine, the current twisting and moving him every which way. America thrust his hands out to the surface, only to find the bottom of the ice to be as flat and uniform as it was on top.
Lungs burning, America moved his hands and feet to the river bottom. Within second America’s right foot caught on a large flat rock that jutted out from the rocky floor. Pushing his other foot across the current to grab onto the edge of the rock, America used his legs to pull himself closer. Gaining leverage in the current, he forced his
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Anything Goes - Invasion 25/?? (Part 2)
anonymous
July 9 2010, 18:30:40 UTC
His body felt heavy and weak. Groaning, he tilted his head back.
“Don’t fall asleep.” Large hands shook him. “Open your eyes.”
America pursed his lips, peeled his eyelids open. The woods were gone, leaving a four-walled room behind. The room was still blurry and a tall pale man stood bent over him.
“Ca…n…can’t… see.” America croaked, his voice hoarse. “Wha-…?”
Russia pulled away and reached to the side, picking up something delicate and placing them on his face. Blinking, the room went in and out of focus, the lenses working to correct his blurry vision.
“You are in the final stages of hypothermia.” The man, who America finally recognized as Russia, stated. “I have to get these wet clothes off of you.”
America made a face at him and opened his mouth to speak when a groan came out instead.
“Shhh…” Russia grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up his chest and over his head, jerking his arms upward to peel it away. “You will not get warm with these still on.”
“Mmmnn…” America made a noise, unable to form coherent speech,
( ... )
Anything Goes - Invasion 25/?? (Part 3)
anonymous
July 9 2010, 18:31:30 UTC
“But…I’m not apologizing.” America’s muscles tingled as warmth steadily pushed away the frigid numbness. “Because…I couldn’t just let him get away.”
Russia wrapped his arms around America and stared at the bottom of the top bunk.
“I know.”
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America stared at his reflection. A tan, albeit flushed face stared back. Sweat glistened on his hairline despite the temperature inside the train averaging just below freezing. Water trickled from the faucet at the sink, the metal bowl slowly filling up. It was early in the morning, probably 4 or 5 am…, the sun had yet to rise. After spending hours tossing and turning in his bed, America finally dragged himself from sweat-ridden sheets and drug himself to the bathroom, despite the exhaustion weighing on his shoulders. Setting a cloth and soap by the faucet, America decided to give himself a sponge bath, hoping it might give him a momentary respite from the raging heat he felt from the wildfire’s back home.
Two days had passed since the incident on the train. Everyone was still nervous
( ... )
Anything Goes - Invasion 25/?? (Part 4)
anonymous
July 9 2010, 18:32:34 UTC
…I cannot be gaining weight. He pinched at his skin that covered his hip through the cloth, feeling the sink bunching up between his fingers to be far more than how they were last time he checked. What the fuck. Seriously?! I’m hardly eating anything and I’m still gaining weight??
America glared at himself in the mirror. How in the hell could Mattie eat stacks of those awesome pancakes he used to make and not gain a single pound, yet I eat them and-
His mental tirade was cut short when Russia’s hands suddenly encircled his waist. America jumped, squeaking in a very undignified way, and tried turning to face the elder nation.
Russia was having none of that, as he pressed himself flush against America’s back, burying his nose into America’s neck.
“What are you doing??” America growled at him, his face slowly turning red as he threw the wet cloth into the sink water. “Can’t you see I’m-”
Russia smirked at him through the mirror from over America’s shoulder.
Invasion 25/?? (Part 5)
anonymous
July 9 2010, 18:34:05 UTC
“Mmm…” Heat curled in America’s belly as a wicked smirk split his face. “My writhing did this to you?” America ground himself into Russia with a heated gasp.
Russia stiffened, his eyes falling shut as he breathed a quivering sigh. His hands fell away from America’s hips and gripped his rear, squeezing it playfully before pulling him flush against him, their arousals brushing and rubbing against each other.
“Ahhh~…” America sighed, trying desperately to keep his voice down. “S’ been too long…”
Russia hummed in agreement and lifted America off the floor with his hands still planted on his rear. America curled his legs around Russia’s waist and mashed their lips together in another searing kiss. Rolling his hips forward, America ground himself against Russia, their hard arousals moving and rubbing against each other. Heated sighs and quivering gasps escaped their joined lips. His strength weakening at the rising pleasure, Russia pressed America to the wall and upon freeing a hand from his rear, snaked it between them.
Summary: Alfred struggles to find solace after civilization crumbles in a post-apocalyptic world. My take on the classic “Aliens invade planet earth” set up.
Pairings: Russia/America (main), America/Canada (Platonic/Brotherly), Canada/Ukraine (Mentioned)
Fill Parts 1 - 23 = http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11411.html?thread=40663955#t40663955
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“So…it’s official?” Canada glanced to Russia as he made his way to his bed. “They know about us now?”
“…It seems that way.” Russia took a seat on his bed.
“They want us dead, obviously.” America sighed and pulled out the tiny sewing kit he kept hidden away. If only England could see him now, sewing the holes shut and the seams back together when he’d teased him so often about his embroidery and knitting…I’d never hear the end of it.
“Maybe they think they can…somehow…affect the people if they hurt us…” Canada pondered, turning back to his brother. “…or poison us in hopes of poisoning our citizens at the same time?”
“Probably.” Russia pulled his bag to the side and withdrawing a TT-30 handgun.* “There could be more than one of them on the train.”
“We’ll have to be extra careful from now on. With them being able to control people…” Canada shuddered in repulsion. “They’re going to try and find ways to kill us ( ... )
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Fuck…fuck why is it so bad tonight?? Sweat dripped from his hairline and past his temples and neck. Why the fuck is it so hot in here??
Raising a hand to his forehead, his skin felt feverish to the touch.
This…it can’t be the rat poison. I didn’t ingest enough…it takes a lot of poison to really affect me… Swallowing the lump back down his throat, he pressed his head to the cold wall, relishing the soothing cool touch. Then…if I’m feverish…and it isn’t from the poison or illness…
Wincing, he opened his eyes and pulled out a few disposable tissues from beneath the sink, wiping his face clean.
…Wildfires. Picking himself up from the wall, he returned to his knees and flushed the toilet. Always those damn wildfires…
Standing, he crossed the room and leaned against the sink, turning the water on without care, as Russia had made sure the water in the supply tanks were all replenished. ( ... )
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“Why were you putting rat poison in the tanks?” America asked, keeping his voice calm and level. “Why did you do it?”
The man remained silent, his fingers only tightened on the gun.
“What is that thing on the back of your neck?”
The man’s eyes widened, a kind of slow realization dawning within the cold grey gaze.
“да…”* The man started, and slowly lifted his head up from the shotgun barrel. “Ты тот, о ком меня предупреждали...”*
America could only make out a few words, but it was enough. Suspicion arose within him, momentarily pushing away the throbbing pain that still burned throughout his body.
“What do you mean??” America growled. “Who are you talking about? Who warned you ( ... )
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“Alfred!” Came his brother’s voice. “Where are you? What happened??”
The man kicked the door open and jumped from the train.
“I found out who did it!” America yelled back. “He’s getting away!”
Not caring if he was dressed only in the jeans he’d mended earlier, a simple t-shirt and only socks, he ran down the hall to the open door.
“No- wait!” Canada ran from the room. “Don’t-!”
The train finally skidded to a stop just as America ran outside into the falling snow. Thick forest surrounded them on either side, the snow newly disturbed on the left. Jumping from the train, he landed on the hard permafrost and ran into the woods after the man. Canada’s shouts flooded the air behind him, but America ignored them.
I’m not gonna let this bastard get away! Not after what he did… and what he said.
The woods were eerily silent, his gasping breaths sounding deafening in the frigid chill. Slowing to a walk, America peered at the ground, finding the tracks taking a sharp ( ... )
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“Fuck.”
A grunt came from nearby, and the sharp, metallic sounds of ice cracking and crunching together exploded in the still forest air.
“What the- stop moving!” America jerked his head around and found the man struggling to his feet. “Hey! Hey-!”
“Alfred!”
Canada’s voice ran clear in the frigid air.
“I’m down here!” America yelled back. “On the frozen river!”
The man growled at America, the Russian phrases garbled beyond America’s comprehension.
“Stop-!”
The ice split apart with a deafening shatter.
Next Chapter: Alfred is rescued from the frozen river, has a hard time dealing with the raging wildfires back home, (there's a possible time skip), and the group reunites with Ukraine, Belarus & Lithuania
Notes:
TT-30 handgun - [From Wiki] “The TT-30 (Russian: 7,62-мм самозарядный пистолет Токарева образца 1930 года, 7,62 mm Samozarjadnyj Pistolet Tokareva obrazca 1930 goda) is a Russian semi-automatic pistol. It was ( ... )
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I'm jealous of the way you can write action...I suck at that.
Can't wait for all the wonderful sounding things in store for them all.
And I love that wildfire thing...that's so my headcanon for him that he has a bitch of a time during wildfire season.
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I can't wait for the next chapter! This is the first time that the trio can interact with the other nations since this has started. Lithuania! Belarus! And maybe some cute CanadaxUkraine? I'm so excited!
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BUT THIS. THIS. I am so glad I stay up :D
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Lungs burning, America moved his hands and feet to the river bottom. Within second America’s right foot caught on a large flat rock that jutted out from the rocky floor. Pushing his other foot across the current to grab onto the edge of the rock, America used his legs to pull himself closer. Gaining leverage in the current, he forced his ( ... )
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“Don’t fall asleep.” Large hands shook him. “Open your eyes.”
America pursed his lips, peeled his eyelids open. The woods were gone, leaving a four-walled room behind. The room was still blurry and a tall pale man stood bent over him.
“Ca…n…can’t… see.” America croaked, his voice hoarse. “Wha-…?”
Russia pulled away and reached to the side, picking up something delicate and placing them on his face. Blinking, the room went in and out of focus, the lenses working to correct his blurry vision.
“You are in the final stages of hypothermia.” The man, who America finally recognized as Russia, stated. “I have to get these wet clothes off of you.”
America made a face at him and opened his mouth to speak when a groan came out instead.
“Shhh…” Russia grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up his chest and over his head, jerking his arms upward to peel it away. “You will not get warm with these still on.”
“Mmmnn…” America made a noise, unable to form coherent speech, ( ... )
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Russia wrapped his arms around America and stared at the bottom of the top bunk.
“I know.”
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America stared at his reflection. A tan, albeit flushed face stared back. Sweat glistened on his hairline despite the temperature inside the train averaging just below freezing. Water trickled from the faucet at the sink, the metal bowl slowly filling up. It was early in the morning, probably 4 or 5 am…, the sun had yet to rise. After spending hours tossing and turning in his bed, America finally dragged himself from sweat-ridden sheets and drug himself to the bathroom, despite the exhaustion weighing on his shoulders. Setting a cloth and soap by the faucet, America decided to give himself a sponge bath, hoping it might give him a momentary respite from the raging heat he felt from the wildfire’s back home.
Two days had passed since the incident on the train. Everyone was still nervous ( ... )
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America glared at himself in the mirror. How in the hell could Mattie eat stacks of those awesome pancakes he used to make and not gain a single pound, yet I eat them and-
His mental tirade was cut short when Russia’s hands suddenly encircled his waist. America jumped, squeaking in a very undignified way, and tried turning to face the elder nation.
Russia was having none of that, as he pressed himself flush against America’s back, burying his nose into America’s neck.
“What are you doing??” America growled at him, his face slowly turning red as he threw the wet cloth into the sink water. “Can’t you see I’m-”
Russia smirked at him through the mirror from over America’s shoulder.
“…lapochka.”*
America glared at him. “What did you say?”
Russia hummed and ( ... )
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Russia stiffened, his eyes falling shut as he breathed a quivering sigh. His hands fell away from America’s hips and gripped his rear, squeezing it playfully before pulling him flush against him, their arousals brushing and rubbing against each other.
“Ahhh~…” America sighed, trying desperately to keep his voice down. “S’ been too long…”
Russia hummed in agreement and lifted America off the floor with his hands still planted on his rear. America curled his legs around Russia’s waist and mashed their lips together in another searing kiss. Rolling his hips forward, America ground himself against Russia, their hard arousals moving and rubbing against each other. Heated sighs and quivering gasps escaped their joined lips. His strength weakening at the rising pleasure, Russia pressed America to the wall and upon freeing a hand from his rear, snaked it between them.
America hooked ( ... )
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