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.
The Companion [8.8/?]
anonymous
May 28 2010, 18:11:03 UTC
For all the dislike America managed to muster for Russia, he had to admit the man had a nice voice. The captivating quality of it wasn't even relegated to singing. During simple board room meeting talks, rowdy arguments, or whispered threats, it had a rough, yet all together pleasing quality. Its lilting cadence that jumped as Russia's emotions spun reminded him of a dog's coat. Course and protective to the touch, but sweet with a downy quality beneath the surface
( ... )
The Companion [8.9/?]
anonymous
May 28 2010, 18:12:18 UTC
He glanced back to the screen as he unwrapped the string and set to work on his middle finger. He gave the podium another once-over with his eyes, his gaze washing over the microphones, sliding down the angular wooden sides, lingering over the seal
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Re: The Companion [8.10/?]
anonymous
May 28 2010, 18:13:35 UTC
"Hey, c'mon buddy. There's no need to get so worked up. I get it, you don't want me watching to news anymore." America pat the bed next to him. Russia hauled himself up next to him and slung an arm over his shoulders, pulling them together, their heads lightly pressed against one another's
( ... )
The Companion [8.11/?]
anonymous
May 28 2010, 18:15:47 UTC
"See you soon, right?" America's arms dropped from Russia, moving behind him in support as he leaned back.
"Right," Russia echoed. He exited with a joyous skip to his step and a happy hum sounding in his throat. The metal click of the door being locked sounded behind him
( ... )
Re: The Companion [8.11/?]
anonymous
May 29 2010, 05:39:56 UTC
*blinks* *re-reads* *blinks more* WHOA. WHOOOA. WHAT. THAT- WHAT- HOLYCRAP. O___O Either he's losing time like crazy or he's losing his marbles. Oh Russia's been creepy and learned to mimic America's handwritting, lol.
Now I'm worried that in addition to his budding Stockholm syndrome, America's got D.I.D. going on. *worryworry* THAT WOULD BE SADDENING.
The Companion [9.1/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:15:08 UTC
Unwilling to dwell on how he'd filled out puzzles without being in possession of them, America hid his book under the pillow. He'd worry about it later. Or maybe not at all. Russia had said he had a soft heart, maybe his mind was leaning on the soft side as well. It made a strange sort of sense to him, stay long enough in a madman's house, and you'd join his company
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The Companion [9.2/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:16:23 UTC
He found an uncovered coat at the end of the line, unhooking the hanger and pulling it to him to judge its quality. It was a tad on the long side, but not unmanageable. It's coloring was deep beige, with dark strips skirting along the hem and making small appearances throughout the coat. America shook it out and ran his eyes over it several times in confusion, even going so far as to turn the light on and off to make sure he wasn't seeing things
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The Companion [9.3/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:21:52 UTC
He propped his elbows on the table, his cheek resting against the palm of his hand as he watched Russia, or at least, Russia's back. Russia worked at a refined, practiced pace, though his movements were delicate in the way that a scientist handles his chemicals with the utmost care, safely avoiding disaster
( ... )
The Companion [9.5/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:24:32 UTC
"I would not want your delicate little hands to be cold." Russia was already lacing up his boots. America joined him, the two of them hunched over as their laces snaked in and out of brass eyelets. Russia finished before America and took the opportunity to help his captive tie his shoes. When they both stood, Russia gave him a quick brush down with his hands and glossed over the rumpled bits of the coat
( ... )
The Companion [9.6/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:27:11 UTC
Russia slowly pulled out, looking as casual as a man driving the most mundane of cars. The window was rolled down on his side, his forearm resting halfway out of the cab of the car, lifting only to crook momentarily in a beckoning motion. America scurried around the passenger side and hauled himself up into the seat
( ... )
The Companion [9.7/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:29:01 UTC
Russia slowly pulled out, looking as casual as a man driving the most mundane of cars. The window was rolled down on his side, his forearm resting halfway out of the cab of the car, lifting only to crook momentarily in a beckoning motion. America scurried around the passenger side and hauled himself up into the seat
( ... )
The Companion [9.8/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:35:09 UTC
The truck was picking up speed again, climbing with every word America said. He checked his seat belt for the seventh time since he had buckled himself in. Russia hadn't bothered to put his on to begin with. America decided Russia's leaden foot was a direct result of him speaking, and promptly shut his mouth as his fingernails gripped his seat, the snowy landscape whipping past in a blur
( ... )
The Companion [9.9/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:36:15 UTC
America just sat there, staring blankly at the shop front, with its foreign words and drawings of food. Was this really it? Was he about to finally get his chance? He nervously smoothed his coat and petted his hair, trying to tame any wayward strands. His heart fluttered weakly in his chest
( ... )
"These crosswords suck," he blurted ( ... )
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"Right," Russia echoed. He exited with a joyous skip to his step and a happy hum sounding in his throat. The metal click of the door being locked sounded behind him ( ... )
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Now I'm worried that in addition to his budding Stockholm syndrome, America's got D.I.D. going on. *worryworry* THAT WOULD BE SADDENING.
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(shivers) Oh America, stay on your toes.
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