I honestly love this pairing. I think it's battling Gerita for the number one spot. This is so historically inaccurate, but whatever. The muse strikes with an iron pipe and wraps me in her fantasies. ( I'm gonna quote that line in the story.) I cannot escape you, nor would I ever. Dearest America and Russia, I love you so much and wish this pairing was canon.
"How long before I get in? Before it starts, before I begin?" She posed the question to no one in particular, her childish form swinging from branch to branch "How long before you decide? Before I know what it feels like? Where to, where do I go?"
She dropped lithely to the ground. "If you never try, then you'll never know. How long do I have to climb, up on the side of this mountain of mine?" It would take so long for her to make it, but she could feel it, she would reach it.
"Look up, I look up at night. Planets are moving at the speed of light." The stars whirled around her, making her dizzy, the sudden loneliness striking her. Finally free, finally alone for the first time. "Climb up, up in the trees. Every chance that you get is a chance you seize." She scrambled up the tree, now taller, stronger, the tree mirroring her in its growth.
"How long am I gonna stand with my head stuck under the sand?" She couldn't take it, she had to keep moving. It would take too long to think things through, to make the right choice. "I'll start before I can stop, before I see things the right way up."
"All that noise, and all that sound, all those places I got found." The mistakes that piled up, she cast them to the side, struggled up again, stood shakily and smiled again at the world.
"And birds go flying at the speed of sound, to show you how it all began." They reeled around her, wings casting the air into a whirlpool dragging the past and future together, melding into a continuous loop. "Birds came flying from the underground, if you could see it then you'd understand."
"Ideas that you'll never find, all the inventors could never design." Her eyes glimmered with hope, something new. The fantasies that struck with an iron grip and wrapped her head in their protective cradle.
"The buildings that you put up, Japan and China, all lit up." The world glittered with life, what a beautiful thing to see. Growing, changing, stretching, shrinking, she felt the world rearrange itself. "The sign that I couldn't read, or a light that I couldn't see, some things you have to believe, but others are puzzles, puzzling me." She struggled through it all, smiled knowingly while they watched and took his pale, cold hand.
"All that noise, and all that sound, all those places I got found." She took longer to stand, and emerged from it head held high, eyes pained. The smile did not reach them, but she forged on, carving her history into the stars that spun around her.
"And birds go flying at the speed of sound, to show you how it all began." She pointed them out, drew the circles in the air with her finger, tilting his head to show him.
"Birds came flying from the underground, if you could see it then you'd understand, ah when you see it then you'll understand…" She wove her fingers into his, smiling.
She opened her eyes in recognition, like something had been cleared for her. "All those signs, I knew what they meant. Some things you can invent. Some get made, and some get sent, oh!'
"Birds go flying at the speed of sound, to show you how it all began. Birds came flying from the underground, if you could see it then you'd understand, ah, when you see it then you'll understand…"
She swung from the ancient tree branch, watching the bird fly their circles around them. "Oh, when you see it you'll understand…"
He smiled. "I see."
The silvery strands of history wrapped around them.
Yup, RussiAmerica has officially taken over my brain. Sorry, Italy, you're losing by a few points…alas, a cornucopia of love!
Potter Puppet Pals. You know it. ^^