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Rebellious Nantucket

By Waterrain

France was drunk, he was stumbling around ungracefully, and hiccupping. Russia was drinking his vodka and noticed America's back was to the bar. Her hand grabbing the glass of beer with ease, without looking, and moved it to her lips. He heard her gulping down the beer and sighed softly.

"How are you feeling, Comrade? You had more beer than I had of Vodka." Russia said causally, he knew America was not drunk, and for that matter he was not drunk either. "Also you are gulping it down like water."

"I'm fine and you drink your vodka like it is water. So shut up. I'm not dumb enough to get drunk unlike certain other Nations and I can handle my alcohol pretty damn well." America said cheerfully, her blue eyes looking straight ahead, and she added causally. "I have only one gun with me and a pocket knife."

Russia gulped down his vodka, giggled at her, blue eyes rolled in slight annoyance at that giggle, and she shook her head for he was just trying to tick her off.

"I'm going to check and make sure England is not saying anything stupid." America stated calmly and she stood up.

"Like how you were little that you use to wet the bed." Russia commented innocently as he watched America's cheeks turn red, she gripped his shirt tightly, and her blue eyes narrowed. "No need to be upset."

"Shut up, Vodka Bitch. I got a tea sipping Bitch to find and be a hero by knocking him out." America said calmly and on her lips was a tense smile. She released him, but regretted it for he decided to giggle and looked at her with amused violet eyes.

"You are cute, Comrade. You called me a vodka bitch and then you called England a tea sipping bitch. Your cheeks are red like blood and also like a cherry." Russia commented cheerfully and the only one allowed to call him a 'Bitch' would be America. Anyone else would have been punished harshly by his pipe of justice.

"I'm sexy not cute and stop with the giggling. I'm a chick, but I do not giggle. What the hell is up with you giggling." America said smoothly and she crossed her arms. "Seriously, You giggle like a naughty school girl that needs to be punished."

America was mentally picturing Russia cross-dressing and she couldn't look at him for a moment.

"You are beautiful." Russia told her calmly and had another gulp of vodka. "I'm one hundred percent male, Comrade. Many Nations have mistaken you for a male when first meeting you, but no one has mistake me for a female. Pretty good, da? I did not ever mistake you for a male."

"I'm damn gorgeous and fine not beautiful . I had mistaken you for a chick due to your giggle at our first meeting together. So hah I'm the only one to mistake you as a chick." America stated firmly and she noticed Russia looked amused.

"You are lovely and you love disagreeing with me. So lovely, da. You are so amusing, Comrade." Russia commented happily and he heard her sigh deeply.

"I'm smexy not lovely." America said in an annoyed voice and she was getting a little irritated.

"You are a delicate rose." Russia said cheerfully as he watched her hands gripping tightly into fists and he smiled at her innocently. "So delicate, da."

"There is nothing delicate about America. She's bloody strong and bloody hell she is stronger than anyone. I had thought she was a male until one year after her independence." England said in a slurred voice, his green eyes unfocused, and America came up with a hardly thought out idea.

"Russia, Why is England a bitch to me? His words are really hurtful for I'm really delicate and fragile. He thought I was a male. Oh, Russia. I might end up dying from sorrow along with having an empty vodka bottle by my side." America said softly, her blue eyes full of tears, and England's mouth dropped in horror.

"I'm sorry, America. I didn't think my words would hurt your feelings. Sorry for mistaking you as a male for a long time." England told her and they didn't notice Russia's darkened violet eyes.

"America is a delicate rose, da. You made her shed tears." Russia said coldly and America didn't hear his words, but did notice England was trembling.

"It was crocodile tears. I was just screwing around and testing out my acting skills." America commented bluntly, a wide grin on her lips, and looked at England's stunned expression. "As if he could make me cry. I'm pretty good at acting. Don't you just love it?"

Russia's eyes returned to normal, he looked amused, and giggled at America. England was gapping and stuttering.

"I have been had again. Oh, America. You use to be polite,-" England started to say, but America picked him up and tossed him at France who was about to grope Italy.

"England tends to be weepy and looking back kind of drunk. In the morning he has a hang-over and wants to die for some reason. Let's go, Russia." America said dully as she grabbed the violent eyed Nation's elbow and Russia had grabbed a bottle of Vodka. They walked out and Russia was about to take a sip of vodka, but America grabbed it and gulped down the alcohol.

"Why did you drink my vodka, Comrade?" Russia asked her and he wondered why America had to drink the vodka.

"Payback is heroic." America commented cheerfully and a wide grin on her lips.

"Isn't it suppose to be a bitc-" Russia started to say, but then America laughed loudly and looked at him.

"Nope. It is heroic since I'm a hero." She informed him calmly and Russia blinked his eyes.

"What did I do?" Russia asked slowly and he looked at her with confused violet eyes.

"Called me cute, beautiful, lovely, and a delicate rose." America replied simply and then chuckled briefly for if England was here would say 'You shouldn't be picky about compliments. No one should compliment you for your already so bloody vain.'.

"Those were not insults." Russia told her and he saw her grinning at him.

"I personally felt sexy, gorgeous, and smexy. So your comments were insults." America told him gleefully and then added. "Plus I felt like having some vodka."

America pulled out her wallet and grabbed some money out.

"Here's some money. Buy vodka, be happy, and feel like a slutty prostitute. Later." America said cheerfully as she placed the money into Russia's hand and ran off quickly while snickering.

'I wonder if he'll get it or not.' America thought briefly and she was watching Russia from an unknown location.

"Oh well, America can say such random things at times. Why would I feel like a prostitute?" Russia said out loud. America was watching, she snickered quietly, and grinning widely. She noticed France was quietly walking towards Russia with one hand out and America swiftly ran. Russia walked inside of the store to buy some Vodka and didn't notice a thing. She tackled France and looked down at him with fierce blue eyes.

"You will not touch, Russia. He is mine." America whispered firmly and she gave him a tense smile. "Of course Russia doesn't know he is mine and I would like to keep it that way. Do not tell him or your vital regions will be full of lead along with somehow only having one hand."

France looked up at her with unfocussed and fearful eyes along with whimpering in pain.

"Got it, France?" America asked cheerfully and she received a quiet 'Yes'. America let him go, she stood up, and saw Russia walking out of the store with six bottles of vodka.

"Hey, Russia. I'm going to make sure to buy you a chastity belt. There are chastity belts for guys too just to let you know." America commented smoothly, Russia blinked his eyes in confusion for why would she want to buy him one, and America looked at him. "So no one can invade you and so you can't invade anyone."

Russia stared at America, he looked at her piece of hair sticking up, and decided against touching it for her guard is up.

TBC

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