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Rebellious Nantucket
By Waterrain
Russia stared at America, he looked at her piece of hair sticking up, and decided against touching it for her guard is up.
"Seriously, Man. You leave yourself wide open, tempting France with your ass, and I doubt you want him to grope you." America said causally and didn't notice Russia looked puzzled.
"France was here?" Russia asked curiously and he tilted his head. "Was he here?"
"Not the point. Seriously not cool fooling others by leaving yourself wide open, but then afterwards pull out your pipe and well everything turns into a blood bath. Wait, Instead of a chastity belt. Wear metal underwear." America stated cheerfully and Russia swiftly touched her piece of hair that was sticking up proudly.
"You let your guard down, Comrade." Russia commented innocently as he softly touched Nantucket and watched her expression. Those lips slightly parted, half-lidded blue eyes, crimson cheeks, and heard that moan. It lasted only a minute, but it was well worth it and Russia giggled to himself.
"I'm going to kick your ass." America said angrily and she was tired of Russia messing with her sensitive hair strand. He pulled out his pipe cheerfully and she pulled out her gun on him. In the end it was a tie, they leaned against each other sitting on the ground back to back, and breathing heavily from the fight that lasted seven hours. The sun was on the horizon and they looked up at the sky noticing the pretty colors.
"Damnit. Why can't you leave Nantucket alone." America said to him and she was looking up at the sky wondering what time is it right now. She was not in the mood to check her cell phone. However knew it was morning no longer night time and her blue eyes closed briefly.
"You had such a helpless expression on your face, da. Sadly only lasts a minute." Russia commented innocently and he closed his violet eyes for a moment.
"Twisted." America muttered to herself and shook her head.
"It is addicting and I want to see such an expression again. I wonder how to make you have such a look without touching your strand of hair." Russia informed her and he can recall the look on America's face even though it had happened hours ago.
"I'll make you cry again. That sad, helpless, and save me kind of expression. It was addicting too. I still recall it from time to time. I'll make you have such an expression from now on if you dare touch my strand of hair that sticks up." America said cheerfully, she suddenly tackled the violet eyed Nation, and had lured him into a false sense of security. As if she would be happy with a tie.
America was firmly straddled on Russia's hips and she didn't notice he was blushing.
"Payback is heroic." America stated happily before she found one of his weaknesses. The location was a few inches above the belly button and her blue eyes focused on his face. "It never pays to mess with a hero. Do not do anything to another that you can't take."
Russia's eyes started to fill with teas, cheeks turning red, he couldn't move, and America was smiling brightly down at him. He moaned softly and she felt the sweet taste of victory.
'He made me moan when he touched Nantucket. He made my cheeks red and I couldn't move for a minute.' America mentally thought and looked at his helpless expression.
"I missed seeing such a helpless look on your face, babe." America said calmly, a wide grin on her lips, and Russia's cheeks were burning. "Who knows I might get you when your guard is down again. It would be our private cold war. It would be a second cold war and no one else involved. Just between you and me. Your touching of Nantucket Vs My touching of Your weak Locations. I know I'll win. So give it up."
Before Russia could reply there were footsteps and America rolled her eyes before muttering 'Bet it is England'.
"America, What the bloody hell are you doing?" England asked in a confused voice and he rubbed his eyes.
'I had forgotten that America knows my weak points.' Russia briefly thought and he wiped his eyes. 'She knows as much about me as I know about her. Perhaps I know more about her or she knows more about me.'
"Nothing." America replied simply, she stood up, and easily pulled Russia up. "I'm going home. Later."
America walked away, England sighed heavily, and Russia decided to go buy some more vodka.
"I will still touch your strand of hair, America." Russia said to himself and gulped down a bit of vodka. "We will see each others helpless expression, da. It is alright as long as no one else sees those expressions."
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