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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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The Companion [9.10/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:40:56 UTC
A red hot blush curled around America's neck, his hands rearranging the fur trim of his collar to hide it. His gaze focused on everything but Russia, rolling across row after row of packaged food. They settled on a small tin of what appeared to be cookies, a delicate gold trim looping around the red, cylindrical container
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The Companion [9.11/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:42:12 UTC
"Would I? Would I?" America echoed himself in a disbelieving tone.
"Yes, would you?"
"It was a rhetorical question, stooge. Of course I want to watch movies. I haven't had anything to do beyond stare at the ceiling and go crazy since I started staying at your pad." A concerned frown flitted across Russia's face. "I don't mean like, real crazy. Bored crazy, that's what I'm talking about
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The Companion [9.12/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:43:41 UTC
After that, every time the girl would direct a question at America, or somehow try to fish him back into the conversation, Russia would find a way to block her, answering on America's behalf, cutting him off whenever he made to open his mouth. Eventually, both America and the girl, tired of trying to work their way around their middleman, gave up. Russia was positively grinning at their silence as he paid the bill. America grumbled under his breath as he helped carry the bags back to the behemoth mobile
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The Companion [9.13/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 05:47:21 UTC
America breathed a bittersweet sigh at the sight. He loved their simple emotions and their simple reactions, he loved to watch their puppyish love in action as they planted big kisses and thanks and comfort on one another's cheeks. He wanted to jump right out of the truck and scoop them up in his arms, but most of all, he wanted that affection. Such thoughtless amounts of love, receiving kindness for the smallest of problems, as simple to obtain as turning on a tap and watching water pour out.
The children skipped off together hand in hand as America quietly pined, his heart aching to reenact what he had witnessed. Every since he had come to live with Russia he had lived a life nearly devoid of physical and verbal affections. Sure, Russia gave the odd hug or bizarre compliment, but that wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough for America
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(shivers) Oh America, stay on your toes.
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"Yes, would you?"
"It was a rhetorical question, stooge. Of course I want to watch movies. I haven't had anything to do beyond stare at the ceiling and go crazy since I started staying at your pad." A concerned frown flitted across Russia's face. "I don't mean like, real crazy. Bored crazy, that's what I'm talking about ( ... )
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The children skipped off together hand in hand as America quietly pined, his heart aching to reenact what he had witnessed. Every since he had come to live with Russia he had lived a life nearly devoid of physical and verbal affections. Sure, Russia gave the odd hug or bizarre compliment, but that wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough for America ( ... )
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And with how this part ended, I am suspecting these things are, in fact, going down. *nervous anitcipation goes here*
I laughed at the horse power joke, by the way. I thought it was brilliant. *epic fail*
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