Join Forces with Russia, da?
AmericaxRussia Fanfic
"God, America! You're such a pansy!"
Alfred had done it again. He pissed off Britain, most likely by stuffing his face with hamburgers, causing Arthur to point out his growing midsection, which led to fighting. From there, it could go anywhere as the rest of the Allies sat, getting nothing done once again.
"I am not! I'm America the Hero, and heroes can do anything and are afraid of nothing!" Except really scary movies, he added mentally. Thankfully, the only person who knew that secret was his good friend, Japan.
Britain crossed his arms and smirked. "Hm. I bet you can't even survive a week in the wilderness. Maybe not even a day!"
The brunette then had a light bulb moment. If he stayed out in the woods for a whole week, maybe longer, he really would be a hero! And he could prove Britain wrong! He quickly jutted his hand out. "Bet I can last a week." The look on the blond's face made him smile. "If I win, you have to stay at France's house for two weeks. And no more comments on how 'fat' I am, either." Sure, he was gaining a few pounds, but, sheesh, he wasn't that big.
Arthur hesitated a moment, in disbelief still that the nation he once governed would do this. On his own, no less. Figuring he would win, anyway, he took America's hand and shook it confidently. "Deal. But if I win, only fruits, vegetables, and any other healthy snacks for a month."
What? Has he gone insane? Well at least I have-
"And no ice cream, either."
DUDE! I'M DOOMED! HE'S TRYING TO MURDER ME!
Alfred kept his winning smile, gripping Arthur's hand tighter. "Deal."
A few days later, Britain came over to help America pack for his adventure. He had to take at least five extra hamburgers out, but he lost track after five. He also had to check the bottles put in the bag. He saw Alfred sneak a water bottle full of Coca-Cola inside.
Finally, after at least an hour of packing, unpacking, and scolding, the young man was ready.
"I'm totally gonna win this, Britain. You better start packing for France's house."
Arthur just rolled his eyes and shoved him out the door. "Just get walking. Head to Finland's house and he'll point you towards the woods. There is where you will stay until either me or Finland come to get you."
The blue-eyed one was already walking as he waved his hand in the air. "Yeah, yeah. I got it."
Before long, America was out in the woods. He was coming along pretty well. When he ate all the burgers, he was able to get apples from a tree he found out of luck. It was the first apple he had ever had, and it was so delicious and juicy and sweet! It was also a little cold at times in the woods, but the young adventurer would just snuggle into his sleeping bag and continue to munch his apple.
On day three, however, a bear happened to stumble by America's little camp. Seeing the animal from a distance, he began to pack up. When he finished, he looked up to find the bear, growling lowly in his face. The brunette stumbled back with a scream, then scrambled away when he managed to get back on his feet, running deeper into the woods.
After an hour or two, he was sure he lost the beast, so he rested. "Man, I had to have lost fifty pounds right there! Dude!" After another moment of catching his breath, he stuck his hand in his bag to find another bright red fruit. "At least I still got my apple stash." He smirked and chuckled to himself as he enjoyed the snack.
Later that afternoon, it had begun to snow. The temperature was much lower where he was now. The wind was starting to pick up now, and before he knew it, it had taken away his sleeping bag.
"Hey! Stop blowing, man! I still need that! COME BACK!" Of course, yelling at the wind and/or sleeping bag wouldn't do anything, but the words were just spilling out as he chased after it, leaving his pack behind.
The snow became heavier the farther he went, and it soon turned into a thick white blizzard. The winds whipped at Alfred's back, sometimes almost pushing him to the ground. By this point, the sleeping bag was long out of sight, and he male couldn't figure out the way back. He pulled his usual jacket around him tighter.
Fifteen minutes passed, and he was beginning to lose feeling in his joints. His arms and legs began to tremble violently until his legs gave out and he fell to the snowy ground, shivering like no other.
"B-Britain was r-r-right," he muttered through chattering teeth, "I-I c-c-couldn't survive even a-a few d-days out here…"
A short distance away, a figure was walking through the snow with a smile on his face. He was used to this kind of weather, and this seemed like a nice time for a walk. Until the blizzard turned bad, anyway. The man continued to walk anyway, but began to have second thoughts as he went deeper into the storm.
But before he turned back, he heard something plop. He turned back, seeing a dark shaking thing in the snow, slowly turning white as the snow began to cover it. The male went forward towards it to find Alfred. He was shaking like a scared little puppy.
Hearing someone come near him, the brunette looked up. Through the snow, he couldn't really see anything, but anyone would be help for now. "H-H-Hello?" His voice was barely a whisper, his senses dimming from the bitter cold.
A moment passed. Suddenly, he was being picked up and stood on his feet again. He felt an arm holding him up and something being wrapped around his neck. It felt like… Like a cozy scarf. And it was so warm! The freezing male buried his nose into the warmth of the cloth and forced his legs to walk as the other person dragged him along.
After a long walk, Alfred was lead into the person's house. He opened his eyes and went straight for the fireplace, sitting in front of it. "Thanks, man. I almost died out there."
Now that his eyes were open, he saw the scarf. He didn't notice how long it was until now. Or that it was… Pink? It looked exactly like…
"No problem." That Russian accent. It had to be! "But why were you out there in the first place? I thought you were staying in Finland's forests."
Alfred turned to see Ivan Braginski, slightly confused. "I was in Finland… Right?"
Russia shook his head as he took a coat exactly like his out of a closet. "You came across the Finland/Russia border, I guess." He handed it to America, who wrapped it tightly around himself.
It made sense. The country of Russia did get pretty cold and have freak blizzards like this all the time. "Guess I did. Well, thanks for saving my butt out there, Russia."
Ivan nodded before heading into his kitchen.
Soon, Alfred had begun to warm up. He could feel the icicles on his body melt away, soaking both his jacket and the one Ivan gave him. He pulled the thicker coat off and set it aside, not wanting to get it too wet. He'd use it later once he dried off.
After a while, he could hear the sound of Ivan's voice oozing from the kitchen. It sounded like some kind of Russian lullaby. It made Alfred smile a bit, as well as making him a little drowsy. America closed his eyes as he enjoyed the soothing melody.
Russia came out and sat by Alfred, handing him a mug. "Here. I made you some Sbiten."
He took the mug and glanced at the older male. "Some what?"
The other laughed softly. "Sbiten. It's a Russian drink that's rich in honey and spices. Go on. Try it."
The brunette looked back to the cup of steaming Sbiten. He did like honey… He then shrugged and took a sip. It was so tasty, he could feel his taste buds burning with excitement. Or maybe that was just because it was still hot. Either way, he liked the way it felt in his mouth and how sweet, yet spicy it tasted.
"Dude! This stuff's awesome! Can you teach me how to make it some time?" He looked up to the Russian excitedly.
The other laughed and nodded. "Sure. How about tomorrow after the meeting?"
Alfred smiled and looked back to the fireplace, sipping his Sbiten. He wasn't surprised there was a meeting scheduled without him, most likely by that damn Arthur. Man, he just couldn't get enough of this stuff! "Mind if I have another round?"
Ivan nodded and took the mug back into the kitchen. The song he was singing before returned, making our beloved brunette fall asleep on the floor, snuggled in Russia's coat and scarf.
