A cry came from Russia’s throat as the large man kicked him and America shot up, ignoring the cold that prickled and bit his skin, and ran towards them. The large man cracked his hand against Russia’s face and grabbed the child’s wrist harshly to pick him up.
“Stop!” America yelled as he sprinted close and jumped over the pile of firewood the child had left behind in his terror. The huge man fisted his hand in the young Russia’s hair and making him sob.
“Leave him alone! He’s just a kid!” America shouted finally reaching them and shoved the man away from Russia, at the same time taking the child into his grasp and pulling him away. The large man punched America in the shoulder, causing him to stumble back and away from both him and Russia.
The man looked directly at America, predatorily sizing him up. The Mongol Empire. America was sure that it was due to the dream that he knew it was Mongol. He had been one of the nations who had died long ago, but not before leaving his mark over Asia and Europe. Mongol, who had grabbed Russia again when America stumbled back, dropped him into the snow harshly. Russia lay still. America took a step closer, fully intending to punch the empire’s teeth out.
And America suddenly realized as the man stalked closer to him that this was very, very real. He could feel the old power surrounding the Empire, something ancient and malicious lurking behind his eyes that sent cold shiver down his spine.
“Who are you?” The empire’s black eyes didn’t reflect light.
America glared at Mongol and kept his back straight. It was a dream. Just a dream. While jabbing his thumb at his chest, he said loudly, “I’m America; home of the free and the brave. Now,” at this America crossed his arms and studied at the hulking nation in front of him, “I said leave him alone.”
The large nation studied him and then began to laugh, gesturing to the younger Russia who was still sitting in on the snowy ground and cradling his arm. “You want him for yourself?”
America gazed at the empire for a moment, the lewd tone finally clicking in his head as he figured out just what he was referring to. A wave of revulsion filled him until it ignited like a ball of gas, turning into an inferno. Body tensing, he gritted his teeth. Narrowing his blue eyes, which were dark in anger, he took a step forward and was silent for once.
When the empire simply smirked, America’s frown deepened. He was not letting a stupid dream intimidate him or hurt Russia.
“Now I’ll give you one warning to go back to whatever hole you’re living in and leave this kid alone.” America felt his hand stray down near his hip, automatically reaching for a pistol that wasn’t there. Rather, he balled his fingers tightly and grinned in anticipation to knock the nightmare right on it’s ass.
“You are amusing,” the empire chuckled finally while walking to Russia who was attempting to get to his feet in time to flee, “You too will make a good slave.”
“Warning’s gone,” America snapped and crashed his fist into what suddenly became a figure of smoke. Before his eyes, the fur clad man dissipated and left the snow filled valley without another mark. America looked around; unable to see anything other than the snow capped pines and stripped birches.
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Here and Now 12
(Anonymous) 2011-06-11 04:12 am (UTC)(link)A cry came from Russia’s throat as the large man kicked him and America shot up, ignoring the cold that prickled and bit his skin, and ran towards them. The large man cracked his hand against Russia’s face and grabbed the child’s wrist harshly to pick him up.
“Stop!” America yelled as he sprinted close and jumped over the pile of firewood the child had left behind in his terror. The huge man fisted his hand in the young Russia’s hair and making him sob.
“Leave him alone! He’s just a kid!” America shouted finally reaching them and shoved the man away from Russia, at the same time taking the child into his grasp and pulling him away. The large man punched America in the shoulder, causing him to stumble back and away from both him and Russia.
The man looked directly at America, predatorily sizing him up. The Mongol Empire. America was sure that it was due to the dream that he knew it was Mongol. He had been one of the nations who had died long ago, but not before leaving his mark over Asia and Europe. Mongol, who had grabbed Russia again when America stumbled back, dropped him into the snow harshly. Russia lay still. America took a step closer, fully intending to punch the empire’s teeth out.
And America suddenly realized as the man stalked closer to him that this was very, very real. He could feel the old power surrounding the Empire, something ancient and malicious lurking behind his eyes that sent cold shiver down his spine.
“Who are you?” The empire’s black eyes didn’t reflect light.
America glared at Mongol and kept his back straight. It was a dream. Just a dream. While jabbing his thumb at his chest, he said loudly, “I’m America; home of the free and the brave. Now,” at this America crossed his arms and studied at the hulking nation in front of him, “I said leave him alone.”
The large nation studied him and then began to laugh, gesturing to the younger Russia who was still sitting in on the snowy ground and cradling his arm. “You want him for yourself?”
America gazed at the empire for a moment, the lewd tone finally clicking in his head as he figured out just what he was referring to. A wave of revulsion filled him until it ignited like a ball of gas, turning into an inferno. Body tensing, he gritted his teeth. Narrowing his blue eyes, which were dark in anger, he took a step forward and was silent for once.
When the empire simply smirked, America’s frown deepened. He was not letting a stupid dream intimidate him or hurt Russia.
“Now I’ll give you one warning to go back to whatever hole you’re living in and leave this kid alone.” America felt his hand stray down near his hip, automatically reaching for a pistol that wasn’t there. Rather, he balled his fingers tightly and grinned in anticipation to knock the nightmare right on it’s ass.
“You are amusing,” the empire chuckled finally while walking to Russia who was attempting to get to his feet in time to flee, “You too will make a good slave.”
“Warning’s gone,” America snapped and crashed his fist into what suddenly became a figure of smoke. Before his eyes, the fur clad man dissipated and left the snow filled valley without another mark. America looked around; unable to see anything other than the snow capped pines and stripped birches.