So I'm sorry but this is all I could find. I'm seriously stumped on anything else to write and...eh...so you get more cut-off-ness! (Finally, ehe.)
This is what I think of when I think of America eating the ice cream in that one WWII scene...and Russia's reaction. So much fun to write you don't even know...haha...
Russia sat by America's bedside, sighing irritatedly. Why they had elected him to watch the naïve idiot he'd never know.
Said idiot with a broken leg was propped up by a few pillows, waiting out the time it'd take for the bone to heal. Russia crossed his fingers and watched the clock on the wall. Just a few more hours and he would probably be able to walk again! They wouldn't come soon enough.
America watched his caretaker intently, studying his blank features. Purple eyes were trained on the clock, and a ripple of indignation ran through him. He was not that boring or annoying! Returning his attention to the ice cream in his hands, he carved out a little spoonful and began to suck on it.
Oh, sweet vanilla, tried and true, how he had missed its sugary taste and creamy coldness! He let out a content sigh and licked the spoon clean, only to dig into the carton with enthusiasm. Tongue flicking out to catch every drop of ice cream, he managed to not feel the purple eyes now trained on him.
Idiot. He was transfixed and at once disgusted with himself. There was nothing attractive in how he licked the metal clean, or how his cheeks were still flushed from the bruises that marred his skin, and it definitely wasn't the sweet sounds coming from that sinfully innocent mouth that he couldn't tear his eyes from. Of course not. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
A dribble of the white liquid trailed down his chin and America paused in his mastication of the frozen treat. Raising a finger to wipe it away, he was beaten by a warm, wet tongue suddenly on his face. "What the hell, man?" He glared at the Russian in indignation. "You don't go around licking other people's faces!"
Said Slavic nation ignored his protests and placed the ice cream aside. "Comrade, I was merely cleaning your mouth." A strange grin came onto his face. "If I am not allowed to lick your face, what may I do?" Leaning over the bed, he placed a chaste kiss on the stunned younger nation's lips.
"...you're definitely allowed to kiss me." Craning his neck, America kissed him again, and the taller Russian took this opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. The taste of vanilla ice cream was still present in his mouth, sweet and light on his tongue. Moaning quietly, he let America pull him closer.
Already half-kneeling on the bed, he leaned forward and swung one leg over him so he was almost straddling him. He ran a hand through America's hair and tugged gently on his cowlick, to which he responded violently, jerking him forward, knocking him off-balance and onto him.
A nasty crack echoed through the room, and Russia looked in dismay to see America's leg once again lying limply on the bed. His cheerful demeanor was surprising, so he said as much.
"Ah, well, if I get a few more hours stuck here I guess you'll have to watch me..."
"...I think I might have to break a few more of your bones."
"Fine by me."
Ahaha, I'm a fail! 8) So...I await your reviews scolding me for my failness! Internet cake (it's a lie) for reviewers, and bits of soul for Shadow-chan x)