I would love a fic where Russia plays the hero and rescues America from something.
I have no specific event in mind -- an attack, an accident, an evil plot anything is fine. An no specific setting in mind either -- normal verse (would prefer a modern or future time period), AU, Gauken anything is fine for that too. I'd just love to see a growly, protective Russia and would prefer a not too whiny/weak America. Strong/capable of taking care of themselves people need rescuing too sometimes.
Would prefer no Evil!England any other characters you may want to make nasty and bad are fine.
Bonus: They're not an established couple, implied past relationship is okay, but at the time of the rescue they're not together.
Blue Lips 1
anonymous
November 27 2010, 03:43:39 UTC
America swore as he tried to calm his accelerated breathing, hands clenched tightly around the smooth leather of the steering wheel. He blinked, eyes looking to the dashboard but not seeing anything. He realized belatedly that it was due to his glasses askew and fixed them quietly, watching the whispers of the car windshield slide back and forth rapidly in a rhythmic beat as it tried to fend off the heavy gales of snow. “I thought I was going to flip there…” he finally muttered to himself.
Taking a breath, he shifted the car into park and switched the ignition off watching the glow of the lights die and everything fall into silence. “Aw, frikkin’ A” he muttered to the silent rented car, then reached behind him to grab his coat and opened the car door. America slipped into the sleeves quickly, cold gales of wind battering against his frame and snow immediately whiting out his vision. Pulling his jacket closer about his frame, America shuffled around his car, letting a strangled sigh fall from his lips as he looked at the dented
( ... )
Blue Lips 2
anonymous
November 27 2010, 03:49:44 UTC
“Allo?” A slightly groggy voice droned out from the speaker.
America made a face, scrunching it up and then sighed. “Ivan?”
There was a quick pause and America slid his hand quickly through his golden hair, damp now from the melting snow. On the other side of the line there was a moment’s pause and America could almost see Russia rolling over to blink at the clock as he was wont to do with calls he received in the middle of the night. Of course, he only knew that from sharing a hotel room with him once or twice. “Alfred?” there was a slightly static filled rustle of sheets, then; “I am not in the mood to be bothered by your silly little ideas or lack of remembrance of time zones.”
Yeah, if only it were that, America thought. At least he’d be safely sleeping in his home. A flash of light hit his rear view mirror and Alfred looked up to watch a car crest the top of the hill, swerve a bit and then trail down the dark road slowly. “It’s not that.”
The car was slowly driving and finally passed. Red taillights drifted in and out of
( ... )
Blue Lips 3
anonymous
November 27 2010, 03:56:14 UTC
And then Russia hung up. America scowled at his phone and tossed the little black electronic onto the seat next to him. Don’t do anything stupid…who did he think he was? Alfred continued to mutter to himself, trying not to think of the blonde haired and violet-eyed man coming to get him. Sighing, shoulders hunching slightly, he began to fiddle with the knobs on the radio. Honestly, he didn’t get him sometimes. He’d be as cold as winter and then switch to acting like he actually had some humanity frozen deep down in that heart of his.
Frowning, rolling the knob between his fingers as he tried to blindly find some sort of music station that might sound good, he missed the flash of light from his rear view mirror as a truck quickly crested the hill. It hit the black ice and began to swerve.
When America finally looked up and caught movement in his mirror, hearing a horn blare nearby, it was that of red semi truck careening down the hill sideways. Barreling straight towards him on its deadly path.
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anonymous
November 27 2010, 09:58:22 UTC
I like how you write Russia and America, they feel very natural to me. And I like this set up too, it seems like a normal everyday thing and then BAM. Can't wait for the next chapter!
Blue Lips 4
anonymous
November 28 2010, 05:03:26 UTC
Russia peered silently out of his windshield, taking a sip of tea to stave off the cold seemingly seeping through the windows of the car. He frowned, placing the tea down, and hummed lowly as the car turned along the road and cleared a bend. It really was a bad night- what with the heavy drifts of snow being rattled across the road with lusty gales of cold bone chilling air. He pitied anyone stuck out in the cold and yet Russia looked to the inky night with an air of mixed respect. Those terrible winter nights had helped him many a time.
Then the Russian slowed down just slightly, seeing the dark signs of ice on the road and thought of the call he had received. Violet eyes narrowed slightly at the thought of the bright American. Truly, he was such a child. Calling him so early in the morning? And what was he doing driving about his lands before the conference? His eyebrows pitched together violently for a second, hearing the echo of the cocky American’s laugh ring through his head and then flexed his fingers against the smooth
( ... )
Blue Lips 5
anonymous
November 28 2010, 05:17:00 UTC
A blur of black and yellow caught the Russian’s eyes and as he avoided slipping along a thick patch of ice. Two firefighters yelled and pointed to the ditch below. They pointed past where the guardrail lay mangled and dangling- where the shadows blanketed everything in the dip. A lick of blaze showed a scattered graveyard of car parts. As Russia neared the blaze and where the emergency cars sat, he looked up at the top where his car was parked and then down to where the trailer was burning.
…It wasn’t possible…
Stilling, listening to the flames crackle and the shouts of men, Russia walked to the side, ignoring the motions of several workers that he should move away and not come any closer. The wind sent a bitter gale, causing everything to shudder in the firelight. The lights of the cars outlined the shapes of what looked to be severed metal littering the snow, half covered in the white drifts. Another step, now feeling the caustic heat of the burning truck, Russia watched a man trudge up from the other side of the ditch, waving
( ... )
Blue Lips 6
anonymous
November 28 2010, 05:24:33 UTC
The men backed away, knowing more then instinctually to get away as Russia stood in front of the crushed car door. He glanced back to the firefighters behind him, seeing one of the braver ones was about to voice complain.
“Go get medical. I am sure he will need it.” When they didn’t move, he added as calmly as he could, “Now.” As they scrambled up the slick and snowy bank, Russia glanced back to the metal. And then he ripped off the door with a screech of metal and a groan of the car settling. He tossed it aside, not bothering to glance at it and instead knelt down beside the car.
It was dark, but Russia was able to see the form of America lying battered in what had been the car roof. He had apparently not been buckled in, much to his own broken luck, and the glass had cut his face multiple times. The bright summer blue eyes were closed, head resting along the length of what had to be a broken arm. Russia shuffled closer, feeling his legs become wet with the creak water pooling into the car and surrounding snow. Stripping black
( ... )
Re: Blue Lips 6
anonymous
November 28 2010, 17:26:53 UTC
I love it more and more. The whole scene is so real, like I've been there myself. And poor America... Good thing that he managed to call Russia before all this.
I would love a fic where Russia plays the hero and rescues America from something.
I have no specific event in mind -- an attack, an accident, an evil plot anything is fine. An no specific setting in mind either -- normal verse (would prefer a modern or future time period), AU, Gauken anything is fine for that too. I'd just love to see a growly, protective Russia and would prefer a not too whiny/weak America. Strong/capable of taking care of themselves people need rescuing too sometimes.
Would prefer no Evil!England any other characters you may want to make nasty and bad are fine.
Bonus: They're not an established couple, implied past relationship is okay, but at the time of the rescue they're not together.
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America swore as he tried to calm his accelerated breathing, hands clenched tightly around the smooth leather of the steering wheel. He blinked, eyes looking to the dashboard but not seeing anything. He realized belatedly that it was due to his glasses askew and fixed them quietly, watching the whispers of the car windshield slide back and forth rapidly in a rhythmic beat as it tried to fend off the heavy gales of snow. “I thought I was going to flip there…” he finally muttered to himself.
Taking a breath, he shifted the car into park and switched the ignition off watching the glow of the lights die and everything fall into silence. “Aw, frikkin’ A” he muttered to the silent rented car, then reached behind him to grab his coat and opened the car door. America slipped into the sleeves quickly, cold gales of wind battering against his frame and snow immediately whiting out his vision. Pulling his jacket closer about his frame, America shuffled around his car, letting a strangled sigh fall from his lips as he looked at the dented ( ... )
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“Allo?” A slightly groggy voice droned out from the speaker.
America made a face, scrunching it up and then sighed. “Ivan?”
There was a quick pause and America slid his hand quickly through his golden hair, damp now from the melting snow. On the other side of the line there was a moment’s pause and America could almost see Russia rolling over to blink at the clock as he was wont to do with calls he received in the middle of the night. Of course, he only knew that from sharing a hotel room with him once or twice. “Alfred?” there was a slightly static filled rustle of sheets, then; “I am not in the mood to be bothered by your silly little ideas or lack of remembrance of time zones.”
Yeah, if only it were that, America thought. At least he’d be safely sleeping in his home. A flash of light hit his rear view mirror and Alfred looked up to watch a car crest the top of the hill, swerve a bit and then trail down the dark road slowly. “It’s not that.”
The car was slowly driving and finally passed. Red taillights drifted in and out of ( ... )
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And then Russia hung up. America scowled at his phone and tossed the little black electronic onto the seat next to him. Don’t do anything stupid…who did he think he was? Alfred continued to mutter to himself, trying not to think of the blonde haired and violet-eyed man coming to get him. Sighing, shoulders hunching slightly, he began to fiddle with the knobs on the radio. Honestly, he didn’t get him sometimes. He’d be as cold as winter and then switch to acting like he actually had some humanity frozen deep down in that heart of his.
Frowning, rolling the knob between his fingers as he tried to blindly find some sort of music station that might sound good, he missed the flash of light from his rear view mirror as a truck quickly crested the hill. It hit the black ice and began to swerve.
When America finally looked up and caught movement in his mirror, hearing a horn blare nearby, it was that of red semi truck careening down the hill sideways. Barreling straight towards him on its deadly path.
The two vehicles struck.
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Author!anon, I'm so glad you decided to fill, this is great.
captcha: red crush 0.o oh dear...
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Poor Alfred... that sucks major for him...
I'm officially following this fill ^^ keep it coming, A-anon! :)
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I love the fact that you made it something small (that became something big but still "normal") and normal
Though thats not to say if it wasn't it hadn't been any good~
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Russia peered silently out of his windshield, taking a sip of tea to stave off the cold seemingly seeping through the windows of the car. He frowned, placing the tea down, and hummed lowly as the car turned along the road and cleared a bend. It really was a bad night- what with the heavy drifts of snow being rattled across the road with lusty gales of cold bone chilling air. He pitied anyone stuck out in the cold and yet Russia looked to the inky night with an air of mixed respect. Those terrible winter nights had helped him many a time.
Then the Russian slowed down just slightly, seeing the dark signs of ice on the road and thought of the call he had received. Violet eyes narrowed slightly at the thought of the bright American. Truly, he was such a child. Calling him so early in the morning? And what was he doing driving about his lands before the conference? His eyebrows pitched together violently for a second, hearing the echo of the cocky American’s laugh ring through his head and then flexed his fingers against the smooth ( ... )
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A blur of black and yellow caught the Russian’s eyes and as he avoided slipping along a thick patch of ice. Two firefighters yelled and pointed to the ditch below. They pointed past where the guardrail lay mangled and dangling- where the shadows blanketed everything in the dip. A lick of blaze showed a scattered graveyard of car parts. As Russia neared the blaze and where the emergency cars sat, he looked up at the top where his car was parked and then down to where the trailer was burning.
…It wasn’t possible…
Stilling, listening to the flames crackle and the shouts of men, Russia walked to the side, ignoring the motions of several workers that he should move away and not come any closer. The wind sent a bitter gale, causing everything to shudder in the firelight. The lights of the cars outlined the shapes of what looked to be severed metal littering the snow, half covered in the white drifts. Another step, now feeling the caustic heat of the burning truck, Russia watched a man trudge up from the other side of the ditch, waving ( ... )
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The men backed away, knowing more then instinctually to get away as Russia stood in front of the crushed car door. He glanced back to the firefighters behind him, seeing one of the braver ones was about to voice complain.
“Go get medical. I am sure he will need it.” When they didn’t move, he added as calmly as he could, “Now.” As they scrambled up the slick and snowy bank, Russia glanced back to the metal. And then he ripped off the door with a screech of metal and a groan of the car settling. He tossed it aside, not bothering to glance at it and instead knelt down beside the car.
It was dark, but Russia was able to see the form of America lying battered in what had been the car roof. He had apparently not been buckled in, much to his own broken luck, and the glass had cut his face multiple times. The bright summer blue eyes were closed, head resting along the length of what had to be a broken arm. Russia shuffled closer, feeling his legs become wet with the creak water pooling into the car and surrounding snow. Stripping black ( ... )
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I can't wait to see what is going to happen next ! Continue your good work author!Anon !
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And poor America... Good thing that he managed to call Russia before all this.
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