Hey, sorry this has taken a while in comparison to what I usually do. I've just been focusing on God Save America because it's really close to being done. Also I've noticed a couple people have commented on the genre tags... It's not quite romantic yet but I personally think it's hilarious *smiles* I guess that is just a case of different wavelengths in humor. And finally congratulations to InsaneChickofWriting for being my 200th reviewer! I'll try to get that posted soon.
America watches Russia walk back and forth between the living room and the kitchen over and over again changing the water in the sunflower arrangements. He seems rather cheerful the entire time. Alfred can't believe him. If that was him doing that—not that he would put so much effort into things that were going to die soon anyway—he certainly would not be doing it with a smile on his face. Then again Russia rarely did anything but smile. So maybe he wasn't having as much fun as it appeared.
As he watches Russia he tries to think of different ways to make him leave as soon as he's done. He doesn't even want to talk to Russia about the weather never mind their feelings. Ugh, so lame.
At first the plans are fairly plausible. Excuses such as having to go to a meeting with his boss. The longer he has to think about it the more out of control they become. They fall more along the lines of giant pineapple creatures that are about to ascend from the center of the earth, a product of nuclear waste and a careless housewife by the time Russia is finished.
He tilts his head as he watches America's brooding face. With an amused smile he sits next to him on the couch and clasps his hand. "Alfred, I've finished!"
America flinches and tries to pull away. "If I don't stop them they'll make all our oceans acidic!"
Russia looks at him blankly. "Huh?"
After a pause America clears his throat and tries to tug his hand away. "I mean, I have just remembered something terribly urgent I must attend to."
"Oh, is that so? Well it will simply have to wait just a bit longer." He laces his fingers between Alfred's and squeezes as hard as is possible without breaking anything.
"Ouch! Let go!" America punches Russia's arm.
Russia doesn't even flinch. "I will if you just spend even a little time talking to me."
America winces. "Fine, let go!"
Russia loosens his grip without actually letting go. "So, now that you've had some time I was... I was wondering if you maybe understand a little bit what I was trying to tell you the other day."
With some struggling America finally pulls his hand free, turning his back on Russia. "No. There, we've talked. Now get out."
Russia takes the opportunity to rub his arm unobserved. That had really hurt quite a bit actually. No doubt he'd have another bruise from his lovely America. "You didn't even think about it did you?"
America snorts. "Why should I? It's not like I care if you're having an existential crises!"
Russia suddenly throws himself over America, his arms wrapping around his middle. "Aw, I never said that's what I was having. The fact that you came to that conclusion proves that you did think about it. How sweet of you Alfred!"
Damn it, Russia is too heavy to support on his back. "Hey, stop it you freak! Get off! I-I didn't think about it! Not one bit, I came up with that just this second!"
Russia giggles. "Italy is right, you're so shy. It's adorable."
Suddenly America feels lips press against the back of his neck. "WHOA! Hey, cut it out!"
Throwing all of his weight forward he breaks Russia's hold, landing hard on his knees on the floor. With a quick turn he glowers up at him. "And why the hell is Italy talking about me?"
Russia smiles down at him, lying casually on the couch. "Everyone is talking about you these days Alfred. Or more specifically they're talking about you and I."
America points at him. "And it's all your fault! This totally sucks do you hear me?"
Russia lowers his eyelids. "Hmm, Alfred, what do you think I want from you?"
America swallows hard, looking away from Russia. "As if I know. I... Why don't you just tell me?"
"Because I asked you. What do you think I want from you? Walk me through your thought process."
This was obviously another mind game. But what was its objective? America sits back, rubbing his knees. "Okay, I'll play. What do you want from me? You've already told me you want me to be your lover but I know there must be something deeper to it than that or you wouldn't be asking. The motive and the action aren't the same thing. That night you said you wanted the human part of me to do something for the human part of you. It... it's something more than sex or you would have attempted to take it already..."
Russia can't help but smirk at the slight blush on America's face. "Go on."
America looks at Russia, into those psychotic violet eyes. "I don't know. Something like... I don't know."
As America stares into Russia's eyes, Russia stares into his and he sees. America... there is something that he has grasped but refuses to say, perhaps to acknowledge? "Why is it so hard for you? I told you in the first sentence that started all of this. Must I hold your hand through this whole process? I want the two of us to fall in love."
America leans forward slightly. "I already told you didn't I? Motive and action are not the same thing."
Russia's eyes widen slightly. That had actually been a fairly intelligent reply. "...Very true. Touchè."
America crosses his arms. "So why the hell should I know what you want? If you want me to know so badly just spit it out already. I don't like your mind games Russia. I had quite enough of them during the Cold War."
Russia rocks sideways and with a rather loud thud allows himself to fall on the floor. America stares at him. Just what was he trying to pull? Suddenly his hand shoots out and grabs America's ankle, giving it a sharp tug. Not expecting the attack and with his arms crossed, America has no way to brace himself and his head hits the floor. As he blinks bright lights out of his vision Russia crawls on top of him. "How many times must I ask you to call me Ivan?"
America reaches up and gingerly touches the back of his head. "Shit! What was that for? And I am not calling you by your human name!"
Russia suddenly grins at him. "I know, either you call me by my human name or you kiss me. Either is fine with me."
America's jaw drops in disbelief. "What kind of stupid choice is that?!"
"It's the one I gave you. Now choose."
America snarls at him. "Russia."
Russia leans in. "Mm, you sure about that Alfred?"
He lightly licks the dip beneath America's lower lip. With a grunt America presses up on Russia's chest, pushing him away. "Russia! Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia!"
Russia sighs very softly. "I don't know why you're so very insistent about this. It's just a name."
America gives him a chilling look. "Then why do you want me to say it so badly? It's just a name right?"
Russia's smile breaks down into a small, annoyed frown. He tries to grab hold of America's wrists. America dodges his grasp and tries to topple Russia to the side. Limbs wave wildly as the two of them roll over a few times, both struggling to end up on top. Russia has America's arm, then America hits Russia's face, then Russia delivers a blow to his chest that knocks the air out of him. This lucky punch is enough to give him the advantage. As America is trying to recover his breath Russia pins him and secures his hands.
"Now. Back to your decision."
America is finally able to take a few deep breathes. "Y-you son of a.. of a bitch!"
"Yes, yes, now do you want to kiss me or do you want to say my name?"
"I...I..."
The smile returns to Russia's face. "Yes? Make sure you speak up so I can hear you clearly."
America gives him a hateful look. "Braginski."
The two of them stare at each other for a moment. "Well... technically it is my human name... Hmph. You win this one I suppose. Mm, but before I let you go I can't give up an opportunity like this can I?"
Russia leans in and kisses America full on the lips. They are so pleasantly warm, so filled with life. Russia deepens the kiss hungrily. Contact, such delicious contact of the flesh.
America tries to turn his head away but Russia follows persistently. Irritated beyond belief, America finally bites Russia's lip. Still he lingers a moment longer. When he pulls away he licks it. "Such a violent lover. People might begin to wonder if you're a sadist."
America turns his head and spits. "It's called self-defense!"
Russia sits up then gets off of America. Wasting no time, America scrambles to his feet and backs away from him. With great conviction he points towards the front door. "Get out! Now."
Russia pouts. "I don't want to go home. As long as you're going to be leaving let me stay here. That way you'll know I won't bother you."
"As if! Absolutely not! Besides you would just go through all of my things if I did that!"
Russia looks up at him with a pleading expression. "Oh please Alfred. You have no idea what is waiting for me at my house right now. Besides, I told you I was only interested in your bedroom now and that's only when you're in it. I'll behave. Just let me read or watch a movie or something."
America has opened his mouth to protest again but freezes when he hears 'movie.' America inwardly chastises himself. Now was not the time to brag about that... It really wasn't. He had to be firm. Tell Russia no, that he simply had to leave. Here he goes. "Movie you say?"
Fuck, why did he suck so much? Sometimes having the ego of a hero was not best for one's personal health or sanity.
Russia nods. "Yes, I could just watch one or two... or five. Anything."
America starts to chuckle and adjusts his glasses. "Well, a movie you say. Hm, let's just see what I have."
He walks over to a fairly unremarkable wall and presses a code into an inconspicuous key pad that Russia hadn't paid much mind to. With a soft whir then click the wall suddenly slides out of place revealing a larger than life movie collection that stretches from ceiling to floor. Russia's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and he stares at it in something close to awe.
America notes the reaction with deep satisfaction. He puts his hands on his hips and laughs cockily. "Pretty impressive, isn't it? I have more in one of the other rooms but this is pretty much the best of the best. My personal favorites are in the middle. The lower shelves are mostly action, comedy, and horror but there are also things like romance, sci-fi, indie, classics and foreign films higher up."
America beams, damn well knowing what an idiot he is for showing off his movie collection when he should be kicking Russia out on his ass. But he almost never got to show it off to anyone new and he was so proud of it.
Russia stands and walks over, eyes scanning the shelves. He takes one out. "Wow, I haven't seen a lot of these. Many of them were banned from my country for a long time and I never had time to look for the black market copies. I've just been too busy to catch up."
America looks at his movies glowingly. "I never did understand why you didn't want my super awesome and totally fantastic movies imported in."
Russia pulls out another one. "My boss was afraid your poor moral structure and silly ideals would come through in your films and poison the minds of the masses with filth."
"My movies are not filth!"
Russia giggles. "No, I like your movies for the most part. Do you have any of mine?"
America looks up at his collection thoughtfully. "I guess I have some from you. I have at least a handful of movies from most of the others. Though I mainly have ones from Kiku at the moment."
Russia frowns slightly. America didn't seem to have any problem saying Japan's other name. "I see."
America waves his hand. "But what would you want to watch one of your movies for? I'm sure you can see them whenever you want."
Russia turns to him with a mischievous smile. "Oh, so I am allowed to stay and watch some after all?"
America mentally smacks himself. "Er, I never said-"
Russia holds up the ones he had taken from the shelf. "Would these ones be alright? I promise I'll leave when I'm done. If you don't let me I'll follow you all day trying to grope your ass."
America flushes angrily. "Oh fine! But if even one thing is moved so help me-!"
"Yes I know, you'll beat me or something."
America glowers up at him and Russia smiles sweetly in return. "Hmph."
He snatches the movies from Russia's hands and walks over to his entertainment system, opening it up. It holds a huge flat screen TV, DVD player and BluRay player, surround sound, speakers, some boxes that served some mystery purpose and were probably never even used, and all of the newest game systems as well as some of the old ones. Russia is amazed it doesn't explode from the pure amount of wires there must be in one concentrated area.
"You and your toys Alfred."
America throws him a dirty look. "Shut your face."
Russia settles down onto the couch. "I bet you would get along pretty well with Estonia. He likes technology too. Though he might be more into computers."
America can't particularly remember ever having talked about it with Estonia, or much at all for that matter. He shrugs one shoulder. "If you say so."
He sets up the movie. "There, enjoy yourself. Don't touch anything."
Russia beams at him. "Thank you Alfred. You're so sweet."
"I am not!"
America huffily walks back to his bedroom and starts pulling out clothes. He's almost compiled an outfit when he smacks his forehead. What was he doing? He didn't have anywhere to go at all! He had said that to make Russia leave. So now what was he supposed to do? Go walk around like an idiot for a few hours and hope when he got back Russia had left?
'Total fail, Alfred Jones, what were you thinking?' He continues to mentally chew himself out. Why did Russia have to distract him by mentioning movies? That tricky bastard!
America dresses as quickly as he possibly can and continues to get ready as if he was actually leaving. Damn it, why did he have to leave his own house just to get away from Russia? This was totally lame.
America walks into the living room. Russia looks away from the movie and smiles. "Goodbye, have a good day Alfred. I enjoyed seeing you."
America rolls his eyes. "I bet you did."
He's about to leave to go find a place to waste four or five hours when the movie catches his attention. This was a good part. He stands frozen, watching it. Russia looks up with a sly, knowing look. "Didn't you say you had somewhere you urgently needed to go?"
America barely hears him. "Right, right..."
He takes a step forward then continues to stare. Oh, the scene that was coming up was one of his favorites! It couldn't hurt to stay a moment longer to watch it...
"Actually I suppose I exaggerated a bit. It wouldn't hurt if I did it later. I can stay just a little bit longer." He walks over to the couch and plops down.
Russia seals a laugh behind his lips. Ridiculous boy, catching himself in his own lies then explaining them away so poorly. Still, even though Russia knew America liked movies he didn't realize he liked them this much. Perhaps next time he came to visit he would make a gift of some of his favorites. It would not hurt Alfred to have some more of his movies in that collection of his. Particularly if such a large part of his foreign film section was from Japan.
As 'a little bit longer' stretches into the second movie Russia picked out, Russia finds his attention divided between whats on the screen and Alfred. He got so into them it was terribly amusing. America had already started talking about how the movie they were currently watching was actually the first of a trilogy and just maybe he would be courteous and allow him to stay long enough to watch the other two.
Very cautiously Russia has put his arm on the couch behind Alfred. He doesn't quite dare to actually put his arm around the younger nation's shoulders but it wasn't too far off. Sitting so close together watching movies, it felt... well it felt a lot like how some of those websites described that thing called 'quality time' which was supposedly pretty important. Not quite a date but just as good apparently. Russia is pleased with himself. Though not perfect, this particular visit had gone very successfully and he feels that much closer to achieving his goal.
~.
Russia stands in the doorway. The day has faded into late afternoon and as much as he would have liked to stay his cover story would start to unwind if he was gone too incredibly long. "Thank you for letting me stay. I had fun."
America is still trying to figure out how he had ended up watching so many movies with the Russian. "Uh, yeah... Don't drop in unexpectedly like that ever, ever again. It's fucking creepy. And stop sending so many flowers! They're a pain when there are so many."
Russia chooses to ignore the first half of the comment. "Right, I will keep that in mind and wait for longer stretches to send them."
"You're totally missing the point!"
"Goodbye Alfred! I'll see you soon." Russia kisses his finger and presses it against America's cheek. America takes a step back into his house and slams the door shut then locks it. Russia chuckles to himself. Ah, was it possible? He actually feels happy. Today was good. Today was very good.
Meanwhile America starts to pace, thinking of ways to Russia-proof his house.
AN: I chose to do the movie thing because frankly the U.S. has a historical insane love for movies. When people were flat broke during the Great Depression they still went to the theater after all. And my apologies if you think America is a huge idiot but I love him that way *laughs*
