Crazy wild-fires blaring across Russia. What the crap, Russia. How the hell. Seriously.
Country names used since they aren't close enough to use human names.
That said... Not a pairing. NOT A PAIRING. NOT. A. PAIRING.
My wife scared the tolerance out of me and it would physically hurt me to write them as a pair. Also I'd probably get physically hurt.
I was just watching the news and heard about the fire and, despite the genuine concern I have regarding the issue ( family and whatnot in Russia ) I was overcome with the desire to write about America helping Russia with his fire problem.
Anyway. Enjoitsu.
"Oh America, you do care." Russia giggled, hose held tightly in his right hand.
"No, I don't. I just don't want the fire to spread to, like, Estonia or something! His trees are already in enough danger!" America snapped back, intense frown on his face.
"Da, da. Say what you will. I know you care." Russia smiled to himself, that same innocent, lying smile he always wore.
America grunted and shook his head, dumping a pile of equipment in front of Russia. "I do not." he mumbled, mostly to himself- having had the habit of needing to get the last word in.
Russia simply continued smiling, aiming the hose he held towards the fire blaring in front of him. Their conversation and demeanor would suggest they weren't standing here, trying to battle a fire blazing as bright as the sun in, of all places, Russia.
"Isn't your house supposed to be covered in snow all year or something?" America grumbled, dragging a hose from another truck to a place some metres away from Russia.
"Ah~ Nyet, America." Russia giggled, his face darkening, "unless you mean Siberia. I could show you." he spoke in his sing-song voice.
America shook his head, rolling his eyes at the same time. "I don't wanna see your stupid Sibera you're always talking about." he snapped, flailing the hose in his hands around.
"America, you are wasting water," Russia said, taking a step back as the flames licked closer to him and his company. "You should not be here." Russia glanced towards America, all but telling him to just leave.
"Yeah. I shouldn't be here." he tossed the hose to the ground and threw his arms up in a huff, "But I'm a hero!" he started, placing his hands on his hips and moving his feet out to shoulder width, "And that means I have to help those in need!" he grinned, pleased with himself.
"I didn't ask you to come here, America." his eyes darkened, "But if you are that interested in becoming one..." his sentence trailed off into a continuous string of "kol"ing.
America's shoulders stiffened and his eyes narrowed in response. He shrugged, dragging the hose back to the truck with him, "Fine. I'll leave. I'm too awesome to become one with you!" he announced.
America waved a hand over his shoulder- a lazy farewell- towards a Russia who paid him no attention as he battled it out with the flames.
A/N:: Drabbleeeeeeeeeeee.
I'm just trying to imagine Russia and America battling a fire. Seriously, what.