AN: Welcome to my first MolAme story everybody! To be honest I've never heard of other micro nations besides Sealand and once I did I felt as though I've been missing out. If you don't know what they are then I strongly suggest you learn up about them. If you read the comic then you should have seen them in one of the strips. Hima actually created his own personifications of them and they are just adorable. And as you can see, I quickly favored one and he is the micro nation of Molossia. (yes its a real place. Wiki that shit up you little punks) And of course I paired him up with our adorable America because they are just so adorkable. (I suggest you check out the fan art of them). Oh and at the moment I have this rated T but that might change later. I'm not for sure yet. Happy reading!
'You can do this! Just stay calm and act cool like planned and everything will go swinging. Remember, it's all for Mr. America. It's all for him..' Molossia mentally endorsed himself. He wanted-no; he needed today to be perfect. Because today was the day he gathered up his courage to confront his first and only true love, America. He has been going over on how this day went for many weeks. Yes weeks because he hasn't been able to push himself out of his home from lack of nerves, and shyness. Just the thought of being face to face with his Mr. America made his heart swell and get all stirred up. He was the only person in the world that could affect him that way because he truly didn't give a crap about anyone else. Some days he would be so close to traveling to Mr. Americas home in DC that he would even purchase a plan ticket. But in the end he would just sit on his stairs staring at his front door with his dog pulling at his pants leg trying to get him to go. After knowing he missed his flight, he would write in his journal about the new reason that prevented him.
Everything and anything about Mr. America was in his personal journal, which he kept in a new secure hiding spot every so often so that pesky other micro nation Sealand wouldn't find it. AGAIN.
Molossia sighed and stopped in his walking on the crowded sidewalk of DC. After a long and aggravating plane ride he was finally in gathered the courage to travel to the capital city of his beloved. Though getting this far he was starting to have second thoughts. Like how would he even confess to him? Would he return his feelings? Or worse... What if he denied him all together and told him he was only friend and that he never wanted anything more? Molossia closed his eyes and balled a fist of his white shirt over the spot where he heart was. Just the thought of it literally made his heart ache and feel cold. So cold that the radiant sun in his homeland would never be able to heat up after the pain is set.
No... He wasn't going to think like that just yet. After finally getting the courage to leave the comforts of his micro nation and seek out to surprise the other. He wasn't going to give up just yet. This journey alone finally gave him something positive to write down in his journal about his journey to find love.
He smiled at the idea of surprising his beloved blonde hair blue-eyed American. Showing up on his doorstep and presenting his gift of beautiful roses that he had grown in his personal gard-oh shit! He forgot the roses!
"Damnit!" Molossia shouted stomping his foot down while getting scared and nervous looks from passing citizens around him. He calmed himself down quickly not wanting to get himself even more worked up. He slid his tanned fingers through his slicked back black hair as he put his other hand roughly into his jackets pocket. 'So much for today going smoothly' he thought staring at the sky above him. There were to many clouds for his taste.
"It's okay. I still have time. Heck, it's a surprise so of course I have time." He breathed out thinking to himself that it was still early in the day and he didn't have to panic. But god he just wanted everything to go perfect for today. Perfect for him. "Now where the hell can I find a flower shop around here?" He pondered aloud while scanning the area.
"Flowers for a special someone no?" He accented voice hummed from behind him making the hair on his neck rise. Molossia spun around and was met face to bearded face with the country of love himself. France. "So you are looking for flowers mon ami? Roses I assume?" France said, putting a hand under his chin and smiled at the frustrated micro nation.
Molossia blushed at how the love country guessed right. But he didn't have time for him. "Fuck off and stay out of my business would ya." He said as he rudely flicked the other country off and started his walk again down the sidewalk to continue his search.
France laughed and gracefully strode to catch up to the stubborn little nation. "Ah mon ami let me help! I am not called the country of love for nothing." He proudly announced and slid one of his slim arms around the others shoulders. Molossia growled at the touch and glared at hand on his shoulder debating whether to break it or not. No, he needed to relax. NOBODY, including this French creep was going to ruin probably the most important day in his life.
"Hands off would ya?! Just because you're the country of love," He said in a horrible mimicking French accent, "doesn't mean you touch whoever you feels like it asshole." Molossia growled trying to scare of the French guy who didn't seem slightly fazed by his tough guy act.
France chuckled and took a hop forward to cut off the stubborn dark-haired Molossian man.
"Jesus Christ will you ever scram and fuckin leave me alo-" Molossia started to aggressively shout but stopped when something was shoved in front of his face tickling his nose. The object smelled wonderful and he knew exactly what it was before his eyes adjusted to the up close item.
"Here," France said, twirling a solely red rose delicately with his long pale fingers. "take this single rose and give it to your lover. It does not matter the amount of flowers that are given, but whom the flowers are given by." The nation of love said warm-heartedly.
Molossia flushed as he gazed upon the small yet beautiful flower before him. Despite how annoying and creepy this French guy was, he was right. He didn't need a whole bouquet of flowers to show his love. Just one would be enough to present his adoration. He knew his cheery America would understand the small gesture like he always had back then. When America would always visit during the summer and help him with his garden. They would spend hours planting and talking from sun up to sun down. And those days when Sealand would randomly show and get Molossia all hot heated, America would just laugh and present him a single flower making the micro nation blush and forget that Sealand was even there.
Though visits started to come fewer and fewer til suddenly one day that just stopped. But he knew it wasn't his cheery blondes fault for never seeing him anymore. It was that stuck up thick eyed brow bug.
Coming back to thought, Molossia stood up straight and pushed his black sunglasses up his eyes and snatched the flower from the blonde's hand.
"I'm only taking this because I want you to fuckin leave me alone already…" He mumbled and pushed pass the nation of love rather roughly.
France smiled at the tanned mans embarrassment. He could tell that other man was head over heels in love. But he was just having a little trouble at it so he gladly assisted the other with his little dilemma. He was the nation of love after all so how could he just idly stand back and watch?
As Molossia stormed down the side-walk he heard France yell something out to him. Stopping, he turned around and glared back. "Now what!?" He yelled impatiently. He just wanted to go see his blue-eyed beauty already damnit!
"Honhon save your friskiness for your lover, not me" France chuckled
Molossia felt his face heat up and his grip on the rose stem hardened. Thank god it was dethroned he thought. "Who the hell are you calling frisky-oh never mind! Just what now!?"
"Hm frisky indeed." France whispered humorlessly to himself. "This may not be my home but I have come enough to know that petite America's home is that way." He smirked pointing to his right.
Molossia relaxed a bit and looked around. To be honest, he had no idea where he was going. It's not like it was his fault! Mr. America would always visit him in his country not the other way around. Thinking about it he was a bit sadden that he was never invited over to his main residence. Sure he had been to his house in the state Nevada but that was only when he was a boy. And he even had crush on America back then.
"I know where I'm going you creep! God, knowing where others live is just fucking creepy." He muttered as he swiftly made his way past the French man and into the direction he was appointed.
Wait, when did he ever tell France that he was going to go see America? Or that he was giving the rose as gift to his lover? Of god he knew...
"Wait! How the hell do you kn-huh?" He turned around to confront the French nation but he mysteriously vanished from sight. "Damn this guy really is a creep..." He muttered then turned around and raced down the sidewalk ready to confront and confess his love to his blond-haired, blue-eyed precious beloved.
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Finding America's apartment was actually a lot easier than he thought it would have been. With his tracking skills and excellent navigation sense from living in the desert, he was able to find Mr. America's apartment with no problem! And of course the giant American flag and welcome mat that said 'Hero's Welcome' helped a little too.
Molossia took a deep breath to relax and steady himself because his hands wouldn't stop shaking. God he was acting so sheepish when this was his time to act tough, cool and charming.
Exhaling again, he slowly reached for the large golden eagle doorknocker. Slamming it hard enough against the door several times for someone on the inside to definitely hear. Ok maybe he slammed it a bit too hard but he couldn't help it when he's nervous like this. He took a step back and patiently waited.
This was it he thought. Those weeks of planning, practicing, and dreaming were all about to come reality. He was standing here on his long loved Americans front doorstep about to confess and present his rose as his love token.
His heart was beating so fast and pounding hard against his chest as he anxiously waited. For a second a thought slipped into his mind wondering if he should just leave the rose on the doormat and make a run for it but he quickly stopped the thought as soon as it came. As the seconds went by he finally heard footsteps from the inside leading closer and closer to the large door.
Molossia gulped as pushed his sunglasses up his nose again and slicked back his hair.
The footsteps stopped as he listened to several locks being unlocked and turned. Soon enough the door creaked loudly open to reveal a blond standing on the inside holding it open.
Without thinking, Molossia shoved the rose into the blondes face as he turned his gaze to the ground. Not able to make eye contact just yet.
"P-please accept this single rose as my blossoming love for you! I-I have great feelings for you and wish for us to be together!" He sputtered out in a rush while holding his gaze still at his feet. It felt as though his heart was stuck in his throat and his whole body heat up at his confession.
He held his breath as he waited for a reply from his beloved.
"No." The person said flatly.
"…."
Molossia felt the string that was holding his heart suddenly just snap and let his heart drop the pit of his stomach. Everything just went completely numb. He bit his bottom lip and was glad that his sunglasses were still covering his eyes because they were starting to glaze over with a wetness he refused to call tears.
He wanted to turn around and run but his stupid feet wouldn't move.
The other glared down at him and lifted the corner of his lip as if in disgust.
"Now if you're done I suggest you get your bloody arse out of here." The voice said again but heavily hinted with a stuck up accent that made Molossia tense up.
The micro nation lifted his gaze to fix it on the other who he hated with a passion. He pulled his hand with the rose back to his side and crumbled the poor flower up and let the petals float swiftly to the stone ground.
"England... What the fuck are you doing at Mr. Americas house?" Molossia snarled as the sinking feeling in his chest now boiled with intense hate and jealously. Why of all people on this damn planet did HE have to be here and of all times NOW. No matter, he was here for America and now he was going to steal him right under this Brits nose whether he liked it or not.
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AN: A love throwing Molossia into situations because he has one the best ways of dealing with them.
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