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 [6.6/?]
anonymous
May 12 2010, 19:26:02 UTC
Russia went back to his work, and America shut his tired eyes. His mind drifted, warm and contented, loping along the line of wakefulness and sleep. Fingers twitched of their own accord, lightly clutching the woven blankets beneath him, his body resting comfortably atop them
( ... )
Re: The Companion [6.6/?]
anonymous
May 12 2010, 21:09:10 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.
Russia's brow quirked, mirroring the edge of his lips. "Pawn to E5."
America nibbled on his lower lip. Maybe he should take the opportunity to move two spaces while he could. Russia seemed to have no qualms with it. "Pawn to G4."
Russia calmly placed his index finger upon his queen. It glided easily in a perfect diagonal line across the board, coming to a rest once it reached the end of the available path. "Queen to D4," Russia said casually. "And of course, checkmate."
Hey, I recognize this! it's that move that made me want to murder my teacher in seventh grade! Unfortunately, I do not think I ever got any better.
You seriously cheered me up after a horrible morning of AP testing. I just thought you should know that.
Re: The Companion [6.6/?]
anonymous
May 12 2010, 22:01:07 UTC
That chess thing? Has totally happened to me. It's very embarrassing when you realize 'Oh damn, I just got owned in THREE MOVES.' T__T
You- Cliffhanger- kla';jwgfv0 ARGH. That was an evil, evil place to stop. Jeez, I don't even know what I want to happen anymore. America being all docile is adorable, even if it weirds me out a fair bit. *anxiety goes here*
Re: The Companion [6.6/?]
anonymous
May 13 2010, 23:19:57 UTC
Next week can not come fast enough. This cliffhanger was just cruel, anon.
Every chapter seems to throw something into focus that would be a footnote in a less developed fic, and flesh it out into something completely appropriate, in-character and illuminating. How can a writer be this awesome?
The Companion [7/?]]
anonymous
May 19 2010, 17:09:46 UTC
America's body went rigid at the mention of England's name. His eyes locked on the phone in Russia's hand. He could grab it, snatch it away in an instant, utter a cry for help in the amount of time Russia would take to wrench it from his hands
( ... )
The Companion [7.1/?]]
anonymous
May 19 2010, 17:14:21 UTC
Brows furrowing, America allowed the memory of Russia threatening to shoot the phone flit back into his mind. Russia had claimed that he thought there was only one phone in the house, that being his excuse for not pumping it with lead, but there was no way the phone he was using now could have slipped his mind, he had to see it every day of his life.
America kicked the air a few times as he thought, the conversation unfolding before him nothing but a sea of prompt responses and long pauses. He wondered why Russia hadn't shot the phone to begin with. The first and only explanation that popped into America's head was that Russia simply didn't want America to get hurt. Or he could be stingy about ammunition; that made considerably more sense
( ... )
The Companion [7.2/?]
anonymous
May 19 2010, 17:15:36 UTC
America blinked, his arm lowering. "What?"
"Do you like phone calls, America? I'm sure you receive many─ used to receive many, before you came to live with me." Russia spoke as though America had willingly chosen to shack up with him, as if he were only staying for a short visit.
Anger successfully diffused by the sheer absurdity of Russia's words, America's hands dropped awkwardly to his sides. "I guess they're okay. I mean, sometimes they're not all that great, but I like 'em well enough."
"Are you lonely without their calls now?"
America sniffed at the question. He wasn't too lonely. There were much more important things to worry about at the moment. Not that he wouldn't mind having someone other than Russia to talk to, if that was even what he and Russia did. They more or less fought a daily battle to exist in the same dimension of time and space. Or at least, that was how America viewed his days
( ... )
The Companion [7.3/?]
anonymous
May 19 2010, 17:16:49 UTC
Russia was unphased by the dramatic gesture. "I would prefer not to. You seem rather upset, America. Perhaps you should lie back down?"
America pushed the book back into its place, the case rattling with the force of the movement. "Do you know what day it is? Because I don't," America spouted at no one in particular, his voice faltering slightly, a crack piercing his words. "Hell, I don't even know what time it is anymore." His shoulders sagged in desperate exasperation
( ... )
The Companion [7.4/?]
anonymous
May 19 2010, 17:23:03 UTC
"Of course, I was not expecting you to help. I'd rather you stay away from any sharp utensils." Russia stopped almost immediately at America's room. "I will knock when it is time to eat
( ... )
Re: The Companion [7.5/?]
anonymous
May 19 2010, 17:24:50 UTC
Instead he focused on England. Not how close he had been to speaking to him, but the fact that England was looking for him. He thought about the welcome he'd receive once he was out of this Hell hole. There'd probably have a party, one with streamers and balloons. Everyone would realise what a vital part he was to their lives, his goofy smile and wild ideas, both things necessary at their meetings.
Except there wasn't going to be a meeting this month, apparently. Russia had already sorted that out nicely, warping England's grief into an excuse to postpone them. America wondered what would happen once the meetings did start up again
( ... )
Re: The Companion [7.6/?]
anonymous
May 22 2010, 00:44:34 UTC
So cruel, anon, taunting us with cliffhangers ;__;
I do enjoy how you're portraying Russia so far - even if I'm terrible at putting it into words. There's just so many moments - he's so lonely and he doesn't want to hurt America but sometimes he just does and aldfjakdjf
So in other words, MOAR PLZ. (gives you internets)
The Companion [8/?]
anonymous
May 28 2010, 17:54:39 UTC
America stared with a growing, and very confused, interest at the television. He had girded his loins for some kind of earth-shattering news report, with screaming people throwing themselves out of buildings and Russian troops marching down Wall Street
( ... )
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
All further updates will be posted in this placeholder, updates are every Wednesday, with each chapter being roughly 4k words long.
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Russia's brow quirked, mirroring the edge of his lips. "Pawn to E5."
America nibbled on his lower lip. Maybe he should take the opportunity to move two spaces while he could. Russia seemed to have no qualms with it. "Pawn to G4."
Russia calmly placed his index finger upon his queen. It glided easily in a perfect diagonal line across the board, coming to a rest once it reached the end of the available path. "Queen to D4," Russia said casually. "And of course, checkmate."
Hey, I recognize this! it's that move that made me want to murder my teacher in seventh grade! Unfortunately, I do not think I ever got any better.
You seriously cheered me up after a horrible morning of AP testing. I just thought you should know that.
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You- Cliffhanger- kla';jwgfv0 ARGH. That was an evil, evil place to stop. Jeez, I don't even know what I want to happen anymore. America being all docile is adorable, even if it weirds me out a fair bit. *anxiety goes here*
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Every chapter seems to throw something into focus that would be a footnote in a less developed fic, and flesh it out into something completely appropriate, in-character and illuminating. How can a writer be this awesome?
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America kicked the air a few times as he thought, the conversation unfolding before him nothing but a sea of prompt responses and long pauses. He wondered why Russia hadn't shot the phone to begin with. The first and only explanation that popped into America's head was that Russia simply didn't want America to get hurt. Or he could be stingy about ammunition; that made considerably more sense ( ... )
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"Do you like phone calls, America? I'm sure you receive many─ used to receive many, before you came to live with me." Russia spoke as though America had willingly chosen to shack up with him, as if he were only staying for a short visit.
Anger successfully diffused by the sheer absurdity of Russia's words, America's hands dropped awkwardly to his sides. "I guess they're okay. I mean, sometimes they're not all that great, but I like 'em well enough."
"Are you lonely without their calls now?"
America sniffed at the question. He wasn't too lonely. There were much more important things to worry about at the moment. Not that he wouldn't mind having someone other than Russia to talk to, if that was even what he and Russia did. They more or less fought a daily battle to exist in the same dimension of time and space. Or at least, that was how America viewed his days ( ... )
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America pushed the book back into its place, the case rattling with the force of the movement. "Do you know what day it is? Because I don't," America spouted at no one in particular, his voice faltering slightly, a crack piercing his words. "Hell, I don't even know what time it is anymore." His shoulders sagged in desperate exasperation ( ... )
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Except there wasn't going to be a meeting this month, apparently. Russia had already sorted that out nicely, warping England's grief into an excuse to postpone them. America wondered what would happen once the meetings did start up again ( ... )
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I love this. A lot <3
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I do enjoy how you're portraying Russia so far - even if I'm terrible at putting it into words. There's just so many moments - he's so lonely and he doesn't want to hurt America but sometimes he just does and aldfjakdjf
So in other words, MOAR PLZ. (gives you internets)
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