America here to bless your interwebs with my presence!
So, the names Alfred F. Jones and I'm like the totally awesome superpower of the world! Basically, it's my job to save all the other nation 'cause I'm the HERO!
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That little brat had no idea what he was talking about. England? Doing “a ton of shitty stuff?” England treated him like his own fucking queen compared to how the other colonies were treated! Russia had half a mind to tell England anyways. Screw America and his wishes! “You listen here you little bitch. How dare you sit there and scream at me like a fucking child! It became my business the moment I saw that tape! So don’t you tell me to shut up!” he snarled, sizing up America. “I’ll fucking show you how spoiled you are! Get on your knees!” Russia didn’t give him much of a choice as he pushed down on the smaller male.
America’s eyes widened, not expecting such a volatile response. He was about to argue right back at the elder nation and give him the what for when he was suddenly pushed onto his knees and held there. He froze. Wait….Russia could not be serious right? Aw heeeeeell naw. He wasn’t about to let this happen! He had super strength on his side! He knew exactly what to do too. He wouldn’t fight for about two more seconds and then bam, all of his strength at once would knock the damn commie right into next tuesday.
Russia had just about enough from the blonde. Now, he was going to get his punishment. “You think you’re so big and bad just because you’re at the top right now. Well you won’t be for long! Soon it will all come crushing down just as it has for everyone else!” Russia hissed. He brought his hand back and sent it reeling down. Down on the American’s ass. He knew he spanked him hard from how much his hand stung. “There. That should teach you. Don’t make me give you another one brat.”
America grunted at the slap to his ass. Wait. What? He stood up, backing away from the other in confusion while rubbing his sore bottom. “Woah…wait..thats it? Holy shit dude you had me thinkin’ you were gonna do way worse!” He confessed, his face a bit red. “B-But that doesn’t mean you can go around fricken spankin’ people! What the hell man?” He continued, glaring. “People don’t just do things like that to other people! Plus, I’m not a kid, I’m an adult!” He finished, having the sudden urge to throw something on the ground. He refrained.
The best way to say surprise
Russia glared at the boy. Why was he getting all mad because of his perfect life? “Excuse me?? I put a dvd in, and you have the right to flip out on me??? What if I do want to tell England that you still care for him and that you love his gift! He deserves to know doesn’t he???? Or are you just too spoiled to care?? You should be grateful for being so innocent!” he growled back. Only America could piss Russia off so much.
America’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. This guy breaks into his house, goes through his personal stuff and then lectures him? What the hell! “Hey you listen here! This is none of your fucking business ok! Why don’t you just keep your mouth shut and leave my goddamn house ok? I didn’t invite ya here, and I certainly dont want ya staying now! We’re not gonna talk about that video ever! It never happened.” He stated with finality, crossing his arms and standing his ground. “And I’m not spoiled you ass, England did a lot of nice things for me, but he did a ton of shitty stuff too. Its none of your business so just get out!” He growled, unfolding his arms only to point at the door.
That little brat had no idea what he was talking about. England? Doing “a ton of shitty stuff?” England treated him like his own fucking queen compared to how the other colonies were treated! Russia had half a mind to tell England anyways. Screw America and his wishes! “You listen here you little bitch. How dare you sit there and scream at me like a fucking child! It became my business the moment I saw that tape! So don’t you tell me to shut up!” he snarled, sizing up America. “I’ll fucking show you how spoiled you are! Get on your knees!” Russia didn’t give him much of a choice as he pushed down on the smaller male.
America’s eyes widened, not expecting such a volatile response. He was about to argue right back at the elder nation and give him the what for when he was suddenly pushed onto his knees and held there. He froze. Wait….Russia could not be serious right? Aw heeeeeell naw. He wasn’t about to let this happen! He had super strength on his side! He knew exactly what to do too. He wouldn’t fight for about two more seconds and then bam, all of his strength at once would knock the damn commie right into next tuesday.
The best way to say surprise
Russia had just grabbed a dvd, wondering why it didn’t have a title on it. He was going to put it back until America reacted the way he did. “Why~” the Russian mocked, “It looks like a great film. You want to entertain me? We can start with this.” He ignored any more protests from the American and moved to put the dvd in. A few button clicking moments later, the tv turned on and the dvd started to play.
America froze in horror as the screen came up of him opening the box of toy soldiers England had made him when he was young. He watched as he stroked them fondly with a nostalgic smile. He heard himself say, to himself, “Oh…I remember these…I used to have so much fun playing with them.” He continued to watch in mortification as he pulled them all out and started to play an extravagant battle, mimicking different voices for each soldier. His face bloomed a bright red as he tried to push past the Russian, “Turn it off!” He yelled, desperately.
Russia held him back as the video continued to roll. Never had he ever seen America so childlike, so innocent. It was a gift to see something so pure. He would not let America’s “embarrassment” ruin it. The elder couldn’t take he’s eyes off. An erotic film he could handle; America falling on his ass would be funny. Him hurting himself would be ideal. But this? Russia had no setting for it. Something bubbled in his stomach. Jealously for something he himself never obtain, and hatred for America being able to have it. He let America go, no longer wanting to watch it.
America quickly pulled the DVD out, silently cursing Lithuania (who had video taped the scene secretly) for convincing him to keep it. He turned toward the Russian, “Who gave you the right to go snooping through my shit?” He snapped, glaring at the man, “I want you to forget everything you just saw! Don’t you dare tell England you got that? Or I will put you into a world full of hurt! You got that?!” He seethed. He hoped the Russian would get the idea that he had overstayed his welcome and should just leave for god’s sakes.
Russia glared at the boy. Why was he getting all mad because of his perfect life? “Excuse me?? I put a dvd in, and you have the right to flip out on me??? What if I do want to tell England that you still care for him and that you love his gift! He deserves to know doesn’t he???? Or are you just too spoiled to care?? You should be grateful for being so innocent!” he growled back. Only America could piss Russia off so much.
America’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. This guy breaks into his house, goes through his personal stuff and then lectures him? What the hell! “Hey you listen here! This is none of your fucking business ok! Why don’t you just keep your mouth shut and leave my goddamn house ok? I didn’t invite ya here and I certainly dont want ya staying now! We’re not gonna talk about that video ever! It never happened.” He stated with finality, crossing his arms and standing his ground. “And I’m not spoiled you ass, England did a lot of nice things for me, but he did a ton of shitty stuff too. Its none of your business so just get out!” He growled, unfolding his arms only to point at the door.
The best way to say surprise
Russia had just grabbed a dvd, wondering why it didn’t have a title on it. He was going to put it back until America reacted the way he did. “Why~” the Russian mocked, “It looks like a great film. You want to entertain me? We can start with this.” He ignored any more protests from the American and moved to put the dvd in. A few button clicking moments later, the tv turned on and the dvd started to play.
America froze in horror as the screen came up of him opening the box of toy soldiers England had made him when he was young. He watched as he stroked them fondly with a nostalgic smile. He heard himself say, to himself, “Oh…I remember these…I used to have so much fun playing with them.” He continued to watch in mortification as he pulled them all out and started to play an extravagant battle, mimicking different voices for each soldier. His face bloomed a bright red as he tried to push past the Russian, “Turn it off!” He yelled, desperately.
Russia held him back as the video continued to roll. Never had he ever seen America so childlike, so innocent. It was a gift to see something so pure. He would not let America’s “embarrassment” ruin it. The elder couldn’t take he’s eyes off. An erotic film he could handle; America falling on his ass would be funny. Him hurting himself would be ideal. But this? Russia had no setting for it. Something bubbled in his stomach. Jealously for something he himself never obtain, and hatred for America being able to have it. He let America go, no longer wanting to watch it.
America quickly pulled the DVD out, silently cursing Lithuania (who had video taped the scene secretly) for convincing him to keep it. He turned toward the Russian, “Who gave you the right to go snooping through my shit?” He snapped, glaring at the man, “I want you to forget everything you just saw! Don’t you dare tell England you got that? Or I will put you into a world full of hurt! You got that?!” He seethed. He hoped the Russian would get the idea that he had overstayed his welcome and should just leave for god’s sakes.
The best way to say surprise
Russia scoffed at the idea. People said he didn’t like parties? Really? He totally liked parties. Well… He was pretty sure he did. He never had the chance to figure out if he did or not, but if they’re anything like they were on tv, he probably would like them. “Well… Now you know,” Russia murmured softly. He stood and continued in a louder tone, “Honestly I was bored and looking for your deepest secrets. But now that you have ruined it I guess you can entertain me. I don’t care about your apparel, even though you should be ready for guests at any time.”
America raised an eyebrow, making a mental note to atleast try to invite russia the next time he had some sort of shin dig at his house. “Wait what? Deepest secrets?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “I thought our spy days were over! We had a truce!” He snapped, crossing his arms, “And what do you mean entertain you? I have half the mind to just kick you out for breaking in!” He continued, huffing. “So wait here and let me just change you big drama queen.” He added, stomping up the steps to change.
Obviously America was confused because in no way he was female or a queen. One would think after their many… encounters America would remember. Oh well, Americans were a very forgetful bunch. Russia didn’t have a chance to say okay or bye before the younger male went to his room. Shrugging, he stood and proceeded to look around. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular; he was just curious. Making his way over to the tower of videos and dvds in the corner, Russia just might have found something that fulfilled that curiosity.
America pulled on some jeans and stripped off his shirt. He grabbed another that looked clean enough, and pulled it over his head. He combed his hair with his fingers halfheartedly before walking back down the steps. He felt uneasy having the Russian in his house, wandering around without his supervision. “So what was it you wanted to do anyway…” He froze, staring at the taller man, hunched over his DVDs and holding one specific one. “H-Hey what are you doing!” He snapped out, rushing toward him.
Russia had just grabbed a dvd, wondering why it didn’t have a title on it. He was going to put it back until America reacted the way he did. “Why~” the Russian mocked, “It looks like a great film. You want to entertain me? We can start with this.” He ignored any more protests from the American and moved to put the dvd in. A few button clicking moments later, the tv turned on and the dvd started to play.
America froze in horror as the screen came up of him opening the box of toy soldiers England had made him when he was young. He watched as he stroked them fondly with a nostalgic smile. He heard himself say, to himself, “Oh…I remember these…I used to have so much fun playing with them.” He continued to watch in mortification as he pulled them all out and started to play an extravagant battle, mimicking different voices for each soldier. His face bloomed a bright red as he tried to push past the Russian, “Turn it off!” He yelled, desperately.
The best way to say surprise
Russia scoffed at the idea. People said he didn’t like parties? Really? He totally liked parties. Well… He was pretty sure he did. He never had the chance to figure out if he did or not, but if they’re anything like they were on tv, he probably would like them. “Well… Now you know,” Russia murmured softly. He stood and continued in a louder tone, “Honestly I was bored and looking for your deepest secrets. But now that you have ruined it I guess you can entertain me. I don’t care about your apparel, even though you should be ready for guests at any time.”
America raised an eyebrow, making a mental note to atleast try to invite russia the next time he had some sort of shin dig at his house. “Wait what? Deepest secrets?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “I thought our spy days were over! We had a truce!” He snapped, crossing his arms, “And what do you mean entertain you? I have half the mind to just kick you out for breaking in!” He continued, huffing. “So wait here and let me just change you big drama queen.” He added, stomping up the steps to change.
Obviously America was confused because in no way he was female or a queen. One would think after their many… encounters America would remember. Oh well, Americans were a very forgetful bunch. Russia didn’t have a chance to say okay or bye before the younger male went to his room. Shrugging, he stood and proceeded to look around. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular; he was just curious. Making his way over to the tower of videos and dvds in the corner, Russia just might have found something that fulfilled that curiosity.
America pulled on some jeans and stripped off his shirt. He grabbed another that looked clean enough, and pulled it over his head. He combed his hair with his fingers halfheartedly before walking back down the steps. He felt uneasy having the Russian in his house, wandering around without his supervision. “So what was it you wanted to do anyway…” He froze, staring at the taller man, hunched over his DVDs and holding one specific one. “H-Hey what are you doing!” He snapped out, rushing toward him.
