I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist doing another one. Argh, and it doesn’t help that I have a few more ideas. Argh. ___
Ivan’s eyes were not the first thing to open; rather, his nose stirred his sense of smell first, taking a deep inhale of something that smelled of strong, synthetic herbs.
Ah.
Ivan opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a pair of glasses resting on the table.
Other senses stirred within him and arose; the feeling of something warm and strong pressed against his chest, his cheek resting against a head of hair so soft he could feel each individual strand. He notices how Alfred hugs his dirty, worn trench coat to his chest, so tight he’d suffocate any other human being.
For a moment, Ivan smiled to himself and thought of how Alfred would never let him so close before - not until now, until the moment they both made major changes.
Re: A Nation's Heart [2/3]
anonymous
June 21 2009, 17:54:42 UTC
“Yeah, I know. That’s why you never let her anywhere near you.”
“I -” Words began to fail Ivan as panic and rage bubbled up. “Alfred…Alfred, I -”
He stuttered to a stop as Alfred stroked his arm, pressed lips to it. “Who did this to you?”
Ivan felt himself unravel and flay away. He giggled, cupped his face in his hands. “I…I do not expect you to understand,” he murmured.
“Ivan -”
“What do you know of disunity, of poverty? Your people are not starving. You do not have groups clamoring to break away.” Ivan dug his fingers into his arms. “You do not understand oligarchies. You care only for your Madonna and your Paris Hiltons and the American way of life.” Ivan bowed his head. “You do not understand this need. You do not understand what it means to do anything to keep yourself sane.”
Silence. Ivan didn’t look up from the sink bowl.
I said nothing that wasn’t true.
So why does it hurt?Alfred’s fingertips on his cheek; Ivan let them rest there
( ... )
Re: A Nation's Heart [3/3]
anonymous
June 21 2009, 19:56:13 UTC
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I love your choice of poem in this because it works so well! One of the sweetest fics of Russia/America I've come across, and not just the usual angst and the tense craziness. The whole thing makes me so warm, even though it's winter over here.
I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist doing another one. Argh, and it doesn’t help that I have a few more ideas. Argh.
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Ivan’s eyes were not the first thing to open; rather, his nose stirred his sense of smell first, taking a deep inhale of something that smelled of strong, synthetic herbs.
Ah.
Ivan opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a pair of glasses resting on the table.
Other senses stirred within him and arose; the feeling of something warm and strong pressed against his chest, his cheek resting against a head of hair so soft he could feel each individual strand. He notices how Alfred hugs his dirty, worn trench coat to his chest, so tight he’d suffocate any other human being.
For a moment, Ivan smiled to himself and thought of how Alfred would never let him so close before - not until now, until the moment they both made major changes.
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“I -” Words began to fail Ivan as panic and rage bubbled up. “Alfred…Alfred, I -”
He stuttered to a stop as Alfred stroked his arm, pressed lips to it. “Who did this to you?”
Ivan felt himself unravel and flay away. He giggled, cupped his face in his hands. “I…I do not expect you to understand,” he murmured.
“Ivan -”
“What do you know of disunity, of poverty? Your people are not starving. You do not have groups clamoring to break away.” Ivan dug his fingers into his arms. “You do not understand oligarchies. You care only for your Madonna and your Paris Hiltons and the American way of life.” Ivan bowed his head. “You do not understand this need. You do not understand what it means to do anything to keep yourself sane.”
Silence. Ivan didn’t look up from the sink bowl.
I said nothing that wasn’t true.
So why does it hurt?Alfred’s fingertips on his cheek; Ivan let them rest there ( ... )
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I love your choice of poem in this because it works so well! One of the sweetest fics of Russia/America I've come across, and not just the usual angst and the tense craziness. The whole thing makes me so warm, even though it's winter over here.
-Not!OP-
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Also, YOU MADE ME WANT TO HUG RUSSIA. YOU ARE A MIRACLE WORKER.
Excellent work!
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