Cold War Transmissions
My first fic! Tell me how I did!
Yo! America here! Ya'll are familiar about the Cold War, right dudes and dudettes? Well, it was when I was fighting with one of my allies, Russia. We're lovers now. But how about I tell you guys how we became boyfriend and boyfriend? Well, let's see…
It was after World War 2, the Soviet Union was growing. England, France, and I tried to stop the growth of our sweet Russia's Union. My heart felt like bursting into bitter tears.. I love Russia too much to fight with him.. My mind wandered. Am I… falling for Russia? No, no I can't be.. But-
"Alfred! Quit dilly-dallying! We need a bloody plan!" England said bitterly, tugging on my chocolate brown jacket. "Get your head together and THINK. FOR. BLOODY. ONCE!"
I'm so freakin' tired of him treating me like crap! "SHUT UP YOU STUPID LITTLE BRITISH COMMIE! SHUT UUUUPPPPP!" I screamed like a child. "I am so SICK of your GRIPING! I'M THE LEADER! NOT YOU!" I cussed under my breath, rage taking over my sanity.
"America.. Is there something wrong..? You have NEVER blurted out at England like that.." France asked, melancholy creeping into his voice. "Please, Alfred. Tell us"
I looked down at my jet black dress shoes. "O-ok.. I-I love Russia.." I choked on the last word.
"W-What?" France and England gulped, shock in their eyes. "You.. LOVE RUSSIA?!"
"YOU BLOODY GIT! I TOLD YOU TO LIKE GIRLS ONLY!" England screeched in anger and horror. "I must have raised you wrong.."
"Arthur, let the lad like who he chooses. There is absolutely nothing wrong with him liking Ivan." France had some empathy for me. He understood me more than he understood himself. He loves me like a brother.
"Who asked you, you wine-loving wanker!" England wanted
me to be a gentleman who likes girls, and that despises those "repulsive" hamburgers.
I just want to crawl up into a ball and disappear from everything.