Russia looked up to the black sky above them, eyes fixating on something in the darkness. “Alfred told me that he entered my dreams. That he was in my mind, seeing things he should not have.” Russia looked back down on America and the younger nation twitched under his harsh gaze like a dying spider.
“He thinks its fun to watch you panic over him. To watch your emotions dance,” came the salacious whisper from behind Russia. America stared over the older man’s shoulder, watching as the shadows warped in the shape of a person. The shadows leaned into Russia, one hand running down his pale blond hair and whispering softly, “He’s still your enemy you know, secretly watching. Recording your weaknesses. It’s laughable how easy it is to your heart.”
“Would you shut the fuck up? None of that’s true.” He struggled for a moment, then finally got to his knees and stood up. His knees wobbled like that of a newborn foal. God damn nightmares. America knew what the nightmare was doing. It was twisting all of the fragments of Russia’s fears, all the shards that were never voiced, and turning them into something he could see. Something that felt and seemed real.
“Who says ‘I love you’ so easily, anyway? It took you four years. He said in two weeks.” The shadowed nightmare looked akin to America once again and he leaned over Russia’s shoulder while grinning lazily at America. America wanted to punch the bastard right between the fucking eyes and hoped his glasses shattered and blinded him.
He had said ‘I love you’ in only two weeks of their relationship. It had just come out, just like most of the projectile vomit of words that came out everyday. But he had felt warm saying it and hadn’t done anything to retract his words. Russia and he had been sitting in his car, waiting for the heat to kick in before they headed to a show. Some obnoxious song had been playing on the radio and Russia had been laughing unabashedly at an incredibly lewd joke America had cracked. Russia had looked so startled and the car ride had been so awkwardly silent after that, but America hadn’t said anything else to the contrary.
And so what if it took Russia four years to say it in return? Humming ‘I love you’ after a kiss to America’s forehead when the younger nation had planted three sunflower seeds in his garden in DC. America gritted his teeth, the anger brought strength and he flexed his hand.
“He’ll leave you once he tires of you. You’re a fossil in this age. He sure is friendly with China and India and Brazil these days. What can you offer? Better to crush him now; get rid of him before he gets rid of you.” Russia’s lips curled at that statement and America growled under his breath.
“You are a regular snake oil salesman,” America snapped.
Russia’s violet gaze turned to him and the nightmare whispered, “If you want peace, you have to get rid of him. He has too much power over you. One little call and you’ll be crawling to him.”
“As if, ” America snorted, but the disbelief went unheard.
“You have to remove your fear of him.” Inky fingers threaded through Russia’s hair, a mockery of comfort and America glared at the showy mass. “See it before your eyes and face it.”
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(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 06:21 am (UTC)(link)Russia looked up to the black sky above them, eyes fixating on something in the darkness. “Alfred told me that he entered my dreams. That he was in my mind, seeing things he should not have.” Russia looked back down on America and the younger nation twitched under his harsh gaze like a dying spider.
“He thinks its fun to watch you panic over him. To watch your emotions dance,” came the salacious whisper from behind Russia. America stared over the older man’s shoulder, watching as the shadows warped in the shape of a person. The shadows leaned into Russia, one hand running down his pale blond hair and whispering softly, “He’s still your enemy you know, secretly watching. Recording your weaknesses. It’s laughable how easy it is to your heart.”
“Would you shut the fuck up? None of that’s true.” He struggled for a moment, then finally got to his knees and stood up. His knees wobbled like that of a newborn foal. God damn nightmares. America knew what the nightmare was doing. It was twisting all of the fragments of Russia’s fears, all the shards that were never voiced, and turning them into something he could see. Something that felt and seemed real.
“Who says ‘I love you’ so easily, anyway? It took you four years. He said in two weeks.” The shadowed nightmare looked akin to America once again and he leaned over Russia’s shoulder while grinning lazily at America. America wanted to punch the bastard right between the fucking eyes and hoped his glasses shattered and blinded him.
He had said ‘I love you’ in only two weeks of their relationship. It had just come out, just like most of the projectile vomit of words that came out everyday. But he had felt warm saying it and hadn’t done anything to retract his words. Russia and he had been sitting in his car, waiting for the heat to kick in before they headed to a show. Some obnoxious song had been playing on the radio and Russia had been laughing unabashedly at an incredibly lewd joke America had cracked. Russia had looked so startled and the car ride had been so awkwardly silent after that, but America hadn’t said anything else to the contrary.
And so what if it took Russia four years to say it in return? Humming ‘I love you’ after a kiss to America’s forehead when the younger nation had planted three sunflower seeds in his garden in DC. America gritted his teeth, the anger brought strength and he flexed his hand.
“He’ll leave you once he tires of you. You’re a fossil in this age. He sure is friendly with China and India and Brazil these days. What can you offer? Better to crush him now; get rid of him before he gets rid of you.” Russia’s lips curled at that statement and America growled under his breath.
“You are a regular snake oil salesman,” America snapped.
Russia’s violet gaze turned to him and the nightmare whispered, “If you want peace, you have to get rid of him. He has too much power over you. One little call and you’ll be crawling to him.”
“As if, ” America snorted, but the disbelief went unheard.
“You have to remove your fear of him.” Inky fingers threaded through Russia’s hair, a mockery of comfort and America glared at the showy mass. “See it before your eyes and face it.”