Chapter II: Regular Meetings and Dancing
Note: All of this contains stuff not for girls under the age of 16. Please read with caution in this chapter. There are parts where there is major BDSM, and Yaoi in one of the chapters. This is a filler chapter to get the mood going for a Super Power lovers. Just so you know this takes place after the Cold War, and some flashbacks to 1945 when it first started. I hope it's accurate enough to understand. Enjoy!
-Russia's POV-
Year: 1992 December 29th 4:10 PM Saturday
Me and my boss finally made it's way to my house so we can get ready to unpack his things. While on the way to my house I kind of got this feeling of being more attracted to America. Is it because of the kiss we had in the Alley way? nah, I don't care if I struggle to comprehend this. The news about us becoming friends pervade throughout the European and American people saying how funny the Cold War was and how destructive our fighting was. But we didn't fight face to face. We battled though proxy's. Which is a mistake some people didn't get.
The afternoon air was sweeping across the snowy below 20 degree weather with the sun already going into it's sunset. There wasn't much snow covered up anymore last time I was on this road. America is shivering just a little bit next to me in the back seat in the car. He is wearing his thin bomber jacket, and it didn't help me to say in my head, is it not thick enough for the cold. Plus, I guess its his fault that he didn't give us much cars with heat. Or did he? I'd have to ask him about that.
"Hey dude, I'm shivering here. Can you ask them to turn up the heat, please?" America says shivering and clattering his teeth. With a loud sigh, I went to tap the drivers shoulder to get his attention and he turned the heat all the way up. Me and America were nervous to talk through out our ride to my place, during the trip, we chatted about the 80's and how good the music was or about our bosses becoming friends for few moments so we didn't talk for a few minutes until he was about to speak up. It looks as if he was going to pass out from it being too cold.
"When we get to your place I'm so covering up with your hard wool blankets." America says with clattering teeth, being a slit bit annoying next to me. I though that was suppose to be an offensive comment, but I'm over the fact that me and America are now friends and it will stay like this for the rest of the next century.
I say back to him "I might have some thick ones just for the winter in my basement." With a nice smile on my face not to be bothered by his rudeness. "Or do you want me to cover you up?" as I said that, America looked back up shocked and ready to punch me in the face, but he refused to do so. "No thank you, I'll just stick with the crappy car heater."
-Russia's House-
4:15 PM
When we got to the drive way and got out of the car unharmed, we set up a plan on rooms for us. Me and America said he wouldn't mind sleeping with me, if he was seriously saying yes, or not if he was wanting to kill me thinking it as a mean comment. If we had said no then our bosses would have our heads so we just went with that plan. They want us to have a positive relationship as friends, but to me, I want to be more than just friends.
"Hey Russia, dude, do you have a boom box we could use? I got a new Cd I wanna listen to. You'll like it because it has a very soothing tone with an awesome dance beat to it." America said while I went up the stairs with him showing the big porch I recently bought until the Secret Service men and our bosses come out.
"I believe I do. It's somewhere in the Dance hall. It's hidden though." I replied to him as I got my keys out. Each of the Secret services helped America with his stuff and our bosses. Both of them got out of the next car from ours looking as if they were arguing. To me it seemed to me as if they did a little more than just arguing from the looks of hate with lust and messy hair. I don't know what America saw of this, he looked away from them as if they've done this before.
"Wait...You have a Dance Hall? That is so cool, we must turn this up when we hear this. I'll show you my other CD's got that I bought, and trust me, you'll love it." He said when I unlocked the double doors to the Parlor on one side of the house and the large kitchen and dinning room to the next. Each of the rooms were either remolded or updated. Once I opened the door he was in awed with the furniture and the modernization of everything.
"OMG, Your house is soooo...My...It's awesome!" As America stepped into the house in awed, like it was his first time in a big glorious estate, but I doubt he has been in many other bigger places, like China's. The rest of the Secret services and our bosses meet up at the parlor and set Americas stuff in my bedroom upstairs to the 3rd floor. For once when we got to my place, we didn't argue over everything we could thing of. I'm so happy, but It looks as if America isn't as much anymore when we just got here.
I wonder why? Might as well talk about this after the meeting.
-Americas POV-
5:30 PM
God, the meeting we just had was so long. Ugh, I could just die from boredom with Russia as the only representation country here with no one else. I wished China was here so we could chat a little, but that'll start up another argument over Capitalism and Communism. Probably a bad idea to even bring up China, but my bosses had to bring him up, and we quickly broke into a argument over the debt, and the split between those cowardly nations. None of them couldn't be as awesome as me when It comes towards government and the economy.
That's all we'd sorta talked about, including the elections and the break up of the Soviet Union making Russia tear up a bit. I thought I could take him out of the meeting room, pin him against the wall, and kiss him right there just to comfort him and make him feel welcome as a continuing Super Power. Wait, why am I thinking this? Do I have feelings for a former Communist? of course not. I don't tolerate socialist jackasses, especially if its Russia.
I finally got up to his room so I could change into my regular outfit cause this suit is a bit uncomfortable to be in all day. I grabbed my suitcase to pull out my jeans and my t-shirt and lay them on the bed to get undressed before I felt the room got cold against my skin. Without any second thoughts, I knew someone was behind the door ready to pounce me.
"Need any help?" Russia said behind the door. He opened door, as he sees my naked bare chest exposed for all the world to see. Why did it have to be him? When he said that I was about to punch him out the door, and slammed it but his foot was caught before It could be closed, and pinned me to the bed. Our bosses were gone a few minutes ago, so I had to do something to protect myself. But that's the problem, I can't move!
"You commie basterd, let me go!" I yelled but was stopped with a sudden forceful kiss. Tongue in my mouth as I kissed back because of my stupid hormones, they are more out of control when I'm always around Russia. It kept heating up even more when it was time for the Cold War. Damn I wish I was older than 19 so I can be able to kick his ass better, but nooooo. I just had to do this. We kissed for about a few seconds before we let go for breathe.
"Get the fuck off of me!" I shouted at him as he starts taking off my pants and only my boxers exposed for him to see. "I said get off, are you deaf or somethin'?"
"No, I only want to help you get dress for me to dance with you. Did you know where your Cd is?" He said in his usual cold manner. Not that his said it coldly, I always had interpretative thoughts of his voice, but man its so how and ..sexy-Dammit not again! Why do I have feelings for this guy?! Shut up thoughts!
"My Cds are in my brown bag near the bathroom. I'll go get my favorite ones, but I need to get dressed so. Leave please?" As I shoo him out but doesn't budge. I don't know if this guy is intimidating or what? He went to his abnormally large dresser as he takes out some close too, and goes to the bed to get changed as well, so, is that what he came here for? Man, this guys is confusing. I rolled my eyes and continued to change in my normal clothes.
-Russia's POV-
5:45 PM
Once we got up to the Dance Hall America was in awed again with the magnifasint and large room enough to fit the entire government. This was also recently been built, It was much quicker than I thought it would be done, but it was. The Cds in his hands didn't have any covers on them, some were from the 70s and 80s, but one particular Cd looked suspisous. I haven't seen the cover of it before but it must be popular in Europe if America is willing to let me listen to his new taste in Music.
I got my servents to bring up the stereo which takes both Cds and tapes. They set up the wiring to the sound systems from around the room so we'd get enough sound to fill it the whole room. The new technology that was inproved here was a hassle, but it was well worth it to play my Classical music here. Hey, I need my *Ceasar Cui*, and *Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov* so can not be bored in this big house of mine. Lets hope what he plays isn't some cheezy Rap music.
"Hey I got the Cd right here, want me to put it in now or should we wait?" America said nearing the stereo Cd out of the case. Both of the servents were almost done, but I could have the Baltics do it myself, but they gained there independents from me so they don't live with me anymore. I still wish Lithuania was here as well. I miss them all.
"It's ready now Ivan." Said one of the servents in the conrtoll booth. "You may leave now." I said to them all left the big room while the second one closes the door in a hurry.
America pops the Cd in, changes a few of the songs, from the looks of it from this distance, he turns up the volume nob all the way up, and in an instant the stereo plays out a soothing monk chant then to a somewhat hip hop beat with the stereos busting out the bass. I've heard of this song somewhere on the radio before, but I never got the name. I stand there a bit puzzled.
"It's *Sadeness part I by Enigma* man, Have you ever heard something this sexy?" America says with anticipation in his voice dancing and waving his arms from side to side.
"Sounds familiar enough for me to say that its not that bad of a song, espesially if its from the one and only Germany." I replied for him to believe me. The song makes it way to a New Age sound in the background as it fills the room with its chimes with the monks singing in latin in the background.
"I just got the Cd from England, he wanted me to listen to this kind of music, but I never knew he was into this kind of music. God, it's so sexy." He says as he swing his way to me in a provocative way. I dance next to him as the music progresses to some more chimes then a shakuhachi flute fills the room with lustly and New Age like soothing the room.
We both swing side to side making dance movements when a womens voice in fills up the room in French. Then we both drop it down low swinging our hips to the beat looking like sluts. The music was creating this less tense apmospher with a hint of sexuality in our dance movements. I never felt so out of my leage when this song became popular.
As soon as the songs goes into it's bridge with the man speaking French in the background when getting more closer to America when both of use started seeing eye to eye. The song grew louder as both of our lips meet, and our tounges were about to slip in when my kitten started meowing when the song was filled with a womens breathing. America went to the radio, and paused the song then runs quickly out the door to find the my meowing Kitten.
"Oh my God, You never told me you had a kitty!" Amreica yelled through out the house trying to find my kitty still meowing softly. I sighed as I went to my bathroom upstairs to find him already there in the bathroom holding my kitten petting it up to his shoulder. "Hey, I am a sucker for adorible sounds." As he said with his usual domanior voice. "What's the little ones name?"
"черный" I said when we both sat down on the floor next to the Kittens's red bed that I bought this morning when I was shopping.
"What does that mean? English dude!" He replied with some question in his voice, kissing its head and making soft noises to calm the kitten down with its meowing.
"Black." I nodded, and he nods back.
Wooppiee, that was a long chapter but I hope you like the ending of this chapter, it was funny for me to write, now I have to go get it edited because of my dumb grammer. SOOOoooo I can't wait to start writing the Yaoi next time. I think I can buy some time from being grounded at the moment. Bye!
1.*Ceasar Cui*- He was a Russian composer and music critic of French and Lithuanian descent. Part of the big 5 with Mily Balakirev during the period in Russia, when it was an Empire ruled by the Tsar. He wrote many cool pieces for the piano and a good amount of Orchestra pieces with Balakirev. He died from apoplexy and was bured next to his wife, and the other 4 members of the big 5 in a cemitary in St. Petersburg. Plus, he has the best beard out of the 5, in my opinion!
2.*Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov*- One word you need to know about him, The Flight of the BumbleBees, now go and explore the world of Russian Classical music...NOW!
3.*Enigma: Sadeness, Pt I*- It's a New Age song from the German musical project Enigma. The song was released on the 1990 album MCMXC A.D and the single in Nov. 1990, and instantly became a world wide hit reaching no. 1 on the dance charts including Ameirca's for 12 weeks and has won 7 Gold Certificates from 7 different countries, and 2 platnium from Germany and Sweden . The songs been featured on the Chappelle Show, and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I used the extended trance remix for this one because it has additional french lyrics. I have no idea what the song was all about, but I looked it up and it's about a guy who can't deside between his Catholic faith or S&M. I have really have no idea.
