The screams and the sight of England crying make America wish he was blind and deaf, because it's like a horror movie, just so much more worse. Russia is thrusting in him without rhythm; all that matters it's his own pleasure, and he doesn't care for England's tears. They urge him on, really.
“England!” America cries out, and runs to pry Russia away from England, but the gun shot which whips across his face and leaves a small cut on America's cheek stops him.
“America, and here I thought you lost interest in England.” Russia smiles as he removes himself from England and stands. He calmly zips his pants up, and England is left panting and crying, until his sobs are reduced to quiet sobs once Russia kicks him in the gut, and fires his gun seconds away from his face.
“You bastard...” America mutters out, and the hilt of his gun is gripped so tightly, America should be thankful it does not snap.
“What's wrong? He is my toy, and owners are free to do with their toys as they want, da?” Russia asks, and America's suddenly holding the gun up to Russia; “Shut the fuck up and leave.” Russia looks into his blue eyes and he does not lose him smiling facade, “What makes you think I will listen to you?”
“Because I'm America. I'm this nation's personification and I'm telling you to get off my fucking soil, you sick bastard!” America's voice is steadily rising; “I don't give a damn who you are; you're on my land and I don't want you here, so get the fuck off, right now.”
America's voice was dripping with venom and it sent chills up Russia's spine; it excited him, and amused him all the same.
“I'll leave soon, America. I just came to take what was rightfully mine,” and Russia motions to America. Within a swift motion, the wall cracked with the heat of a bullet smoking through it; America's pistol fires that moment and leaves a hole in the wall, but it does not phase Russia.
“He doesn't belong to you. Leave.” America demands again, but Russia simply walks over and grabs England's hair; “Let him go!” America orders, and wants to fire, but he is scared of what Russia will do to England if he does.
Russia lifts England up higher and licks his cheek, England's blood on his tongue and it tastes like steel, but he doesn't care. His eyes focus on America's enraged expression and his trembling arm as it clutches his arm, desires to badly to fire. Russia loves it, he loves having the upper hand against America, a superpower, it makes him giddy inside.
“It's not like you can help him.” Russia says as he lets England fall to a thud on the ground, and points his gun at England; “It's not like you can--” Russia's words do not leave his mouth, because he does not expect America to run straight into him, like an ox, and for the shattering glass of the window in the guest room to resound in the night as the pieces which glitter in the night fall as America falls with Russia.
;AAA; I have indeed made him into a horrible person. I didn't think I'd take it this far, I swear! -shot- Sadistic!Russia is just so fun to make an antagonist out of. -shot-
Yesss~~ Personally, I love when semes get over protective, orz. >A<''
...Gfarble....Gfarble...Oh God, Arthur...You poor, poor baby... And Alfred you fantastically protective man/nation you. And poor baby Matthew...who's smart enough to call for help and Ivan...Oh Ivan as much as I love you...You're a bastard here and I want Alfred to shoot you. Really. I kinda do.
;AAA; I felt horrible for doing this to Arthur, tbh. -shot- Though I do quite enjoy writing angry-srs-bzns!Alfred. idk why. i find it hot. -shot-
Matty! D: I wanted to write more on his condition, but there wasn't much to write on it in the first place. -shot- And Ivan... I felt. horrible. for making him such a bastard. I hope I didn't go overboard. -shot-
I quite enjoy reading about angry-srs-bzns!Alfred. I find him hot too... (And I feel horrible for reading this about Arthur...DX He needs a hug...which means he has to be less afraid of people first...DX)
Yes. Matty! (Like I said, at least he's smart enough to call for help...) And Ivan. No, you didn't go overboard. He is rather perfectly insane...
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Hold Me Close [16/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-05-05 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)“England!” America cries out, and runs to pry Russia away from England, but the gun shot which whips across his face and leaves a small cut on America's cheek stops him.
“America, and here I thought you lost interest in England.” Russia smiles as he removes himself from England and stands. He calmly zips his pants up, and England is left panting and crying, until his sobs are reduced to quiet sobs once Russia kicks him in the gut, and fires his gun seconds away from his face.
“You bastard...” America mutters out, and the hilt of his gun is gripped so tightly, America should be thankful it does not snap.
“What's wrong? He is my toy, and owners are free to do with their toys as they want, da?” Russia asks, and America's suddenly holding the gun up to Russia; “Shut the fuck up and leave.” Russia looks into his blue eyes and he does not lose him smiling facade, “What makes you think I will listen to you?”
“Because I'm America. I'm this nation's personification and I'm telling you to get off my fucking soil, you sick bastard!” America's voice is steadily rising; “I don't give a damn who you are; you're on my land and I don't want you here, so get the fuck off, right now.”
America's voice was dripping with venom and it sent chills up Russia's spine; it excited him, and amused him all the same.
“I'll leave soon, America. I just came to take what was rightfully mine,” and Russia motions to America. Within a swift motion, the wall cracked with the heat of a bullet smoking through it; America's pistol fires that moment and leaves a hole in the wall, but it does not phase Russia.
“He doesn't belong to you. Leave.” America demands again, but Russia simply walks over and grabs England's hair; “Let him go!” America orders, and wants to fire, but he is scared of what Russia will do to England if he does.
Russia lifts England up higher and licks his cheek, England's blood on his tongue and it tastes like steel, but he doesn't care. His eyes focus on America's enraged expression and his trembling arm as it clutches his arm, desires to badly to fire. Russia loves it, he loves having the upper hand against America, a superpower, it makes him giddy inside.
“It's not like you can help him.” Russia says as he lets England fall to a thud on the ground, and points his gun at England; “It's not like you can--” Russia's words do not leave his mouth, because he does not expect America to run straight into him, like an ox, and for the shattering glass of the window in the guest room to resound in the night as the pieces which glitter in the night fall as America falls with Russia.
OP
(Anonymous) 2009-05-05 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)Angry/Protective Alfred is sexy.
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 12:54 am (UTC)(link)Yesss~~ Personally, I love when semes get over protective, orz. >A<''
Re: Hold Me Close [16/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-05-05 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)You are awesome, you know that? Just completely awesome.
Re: Hold Me Close [16/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 12:58 am (UTC)(link)Another update is on its way~~! -writes-
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 12:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: Hold Me Close [16/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 01:13 am (UTC)(link)Matty! D: I wanted to write more on his condition, but there wasn't much to write on it in the first place. -shot- And Ivan... I felt. horrible. for making him such a bastard. I hope I didn't go overboard. -shot-
Re: Hold Me Close [16/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 01:54 am (UTC)(link)Yes. Matty! (Like I said, at least he's smart enough to call for help...) And Ivan. No, you didn't go overboard. He is rather perfectly insane...
Author-non makes too many typos. ;A;''
(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 12:52 am (UTC)(link)“I'll leave soon, America. I just came to take what was rightfully mine,” and Russia motions to England.
His eyes focus on America's enraged expression and his trembling arm as it clutches his arm, desires to badly to fire.
His eyes focus on America's enraged expression and his trembling arm as it clutches his pistol, desires to badly to fire.
Re: Hold Me Close [16/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 02:35 am (UTC)(link)Man, I love Russia, but in this fic, I want him DED!!
*huggles poor Matthew, only because she shouldn't huggle poor Arthur right now, and Al is kinda busy.*