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Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Holding Out For A Hero (part 29a)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 02:38 am (UTC)(link)The others on the opposite side of the door, people loitering outside of the conference room looked up at him, obviously awed by his awesomeness. Unfortunately though, Russia wasn't there among them. He must already be inside. It was only a few minutes before the meeting, anyway.
America smirked and strode towards the conference room doors. This was the day. No more delaying. No more excus--
He saw Russia talking to China from behind the tinted windows leading to the hallway outside.
He gnashed his teeth. Did that whore think that he can have Russia all to himself? China's gonna get a fucking--
He was immediately tackled to the floor by a wall of muscle, his glasses flying off his face and skittering across the floor. He was about to fight off whatever was pinning him to the floor but he found that his arms were held behind his back.
"Amerika, calm yourself," he heard Germany's ragged voice from above him.
"Fuck, get off--"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he heard England's angry voice amidst the chaos that suddenly erupted in the room.
"Brazilien, Indien!" Germany barked, still keeping America pinned on the floor.
America was seeing getting angrier by the second. "Get the fuck off me man," he growled. "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."
"I'm sorry, Amerika," he heard India's voice above him too as he felt the weight on his back increase.
"This is for everybody's safety," Germany grunted, clearly having a very difficult time pinning him down.
Geez, throw a fucking armored car once and they're all paranoid.
"Allemagne! What are you doing?" he heard France scolding the man above him.
"Stay out of the way, Frankreich," Germany grunted. "Brazilien, get China and Rusland out."
Oh, hell no. That did it. America threw them off easily with newfound strength.
He looked around for Russia, but it was hard with his glasses missing. "Where the fuck are my glasses?"
"Oi, Amerika," somebody shouted. "Catch."
America held out his hand and caught his glasses without being able to see. As soon as he wore it he saw the guy with the white hair giving him a thumb's up. He gave a thumb's up back, and then looked at his path towards the conference room door. The path was immediately cleared, like Noah seperating the fucking sea.
He strode, all confidence and arrogance. Nothing was gonna stop him. He was gonna do this and he was gonna do this right. As he walked towards the door, he heard the other nations behind him clambering to get a better view of the showdown.
There's gonna be a showdown, all right. There's gonna be one heck of a showdown.
He wrenched the door open and stepped out, seeing Russia and China looking up at him, both with equally surprised and questioning looks.
China broke the silence first. "Ah! Meiguo! Good morning!"
America huffed and strode purposefully towards Russia. The man in question just continued to look at him, evidently confused.
"Eh...Meiguo?"
America turned to China, grabbed the sides of his head, and headbutted him--not as hard as he would've done a few weeks ago, but just hard enough to knock the smaller man out.
"Ame--"
Holding Out For A Hero (part 29b)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 02:42 am (UTC)(link)"AMERIKA!" Russia shouted, clutching at the back of his jacket frantically.
America took a deep breath and started walking back inside, where all the other nations were. The other nations parted to make way for him again, as he walked purposefully towards one of the conference rooms he knew would be secluded and out of the way. It was a good thing he already had the Minsk building mapped out before he came.
"Amerique!" France sang at him and then tossed something towards him.
He caught it with ease. Seeing that it was a condom, he blushed, but waved a shy thanks at him.
"Brat!" he heard Russia's sister cry, but apparently, someone was holding her back.
"Please to be putting me down, Amerika," he heard Russia say.
America remained silent. He wasn't gonna put him down anyway. The fatass was going to sit in the conference room and listen to what he has to say and listen good.
"Amerika, the others are to be seeing us," Russia said, America could feel the grip on his jacket tighten.
"Yeah, well, I don't really care," America huffed. The others were not so subtly following them. He expected that, actually. They've always been a bunch of nosy gossipy nations. Yeah well, that's good. This time everyone's gonna know we're an item for sure and no one's gonna muscle in on us.
"Amerika--"
America wrenched the door open, went inside, and slammed the door behind both of them, making sure to lock the door securely, before going to the conference room table and setting Russia down on it. He put his hands on the table on either side of Russia's hips.
Russia just looked at him, looking confused and a little flushed.
America looked at him determinedly. He was gonna do this. He was so gonna do this and it was gonna be awesome. He'd rehearsed all the lines the night before. The sheer poetry of everything he'd thought out was so fucking beautiful, Lady Liberty and the bald eagle would cry sparkling tears as they were backdropped by the waving American flag. He opened his mouth and stopped.
He forgot what he was going to say.
FUCK.
Hey, everybody. Sorry for the 1 year delay. I didn't realise that I hadn't posted this yet. It's been a hectic and heart-breaking year, to be honest. But I'm back, and I intend to finish this before the year ends so bear with me. To make up for the tardiness, you guys will have an omake on top of that one anon's bonus.
Re: Holding Out For A Hero (part 29b)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)Yay! At last! America and Russia stop pussyfooting around! Prussia is such an enabler. (How come more people don't just knock America's glasses off instead having fistfights with him, I will never understand)
Re: Holding Out For A Hero (part 29b)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-23 06:52 am (UTC)(link)As someone who has followed from the very first chapter (but never deemed herself fit to comment), anon is EXTREMELY excited.
Especially with what just happened.
America taking command and carrying Russia out like that?
You go qurl.
Re: Holding Out For A Hero (part 29b)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-23 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)