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hetalia2010-05-01 11:15 pm
kakkobean.livejournal.com) wrote in hetalia2010-05-01 11:15 pm
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[fanfic] Not So Scary
Title: Not So Scary
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kakkobean
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia/N. Italy
Rating: PG-13 HURRRR
Warnings: IT'S ADORABLE. DAMNIT. *hangs head in shame*
Summary: Written for the kink meme, except I screwed up on the second part and had my username showing. Sooo. Basically, in the comics, Russia wanted Italy after meeting with Germany and seeing Italy run in without any pants, so here's Russia trying to win Italy over. Ish.
Russia's shoulders raised slightly, and then came down with an exasperated sigh.
No matter how he tried to act nicely, Northern Italy still shivered in fear around him. In another circumstance, say, if Russia were trying to threaten him into giving him concessions and the like, or simply giving him a helpful warning as to where he should tread lightly in a minefield, then he would not be so distraught.
But he was trying to ask him on a date--and fear did not mix well when one was trying to communicate affection.
"Please, Veneciano Italia, if you...please, you looking so scared is hurting my feelings."
"I'm sorry!!" Northern Italy screeched, and Russia was so very happy that he'd had the foresight to visit the smaller nation at his home residence in Venice--though it smelled weird and had funny little boats, he knew that the elder of the brothers was infamous for not visiting this home. Two screaming Italians would be very difficult to deal with.
Ah, but he supposed that one Italian was enough--especially since it was the one that he really liked. It had been several years ago, when, by chance, he encountered the bright and ebulliant country of sunshine and cheer at a mutual acquaintance's house. Germany wanted to discuss a political arrangement with him, which was all good and fine for him. But, just as they were getting into some of the finer details, Veneciano Italia had burst into the room--and into Russia's life--a screaming mess without any pants.
Russia never felt a desire to have someone spring up so sharply and suddenly in his chest as he did then.
Of course, he'd asked Germany about it, but Germany was a horribly overprotective brute. To make matters worse, he'd shut Russia out completely from having any sort of access to the bright light that was Northern Italy by stating that the other was someone that could not simply be had.
Russia was beginning to understand that, now--but it didn't stop him from trying.
"It's just--it's just", Veneciano continued, which brought Russia out of his very depressing line of thought. "I can't help it--you're b-big, and t-tall and scary and, and big brother tells me scary stories about you and your sister gives me evil looks during meetings and--"
Russia placed one finger on the babbling Italian's lips, and he stopped.
"Is your brother here right now?"
Veneciano looked confused for a second, blinked, and then shook his head.
"My sister, I assure you, is also not here. So there are two less things for you to worry about, da?"
"B-but you're still..." Veneciano whimpered, and sniffed. Ah, how that expression had endeared him to Russia so long ago. But now was not a time for pretty tears--no, now was time for clever inspiration.
Which came quick as a flash, and Russia suddenly felt extremely troubled. Oh, Russia had not liked to feel small and insignificant ever since so long ago, and how he'd struggled to avoid it if he could.
Then again, desire--like--made everyone feel small, didn't it?
Russia gathered up the edge of his longcoat with his free hand, and after one step back, gingerly went down on both of his knees before the only one who made him really feel that he could die from sunshine.
"See?" Russia said, as he looked up from his position to Veneciano's shocked expression. "It is all perspective--I am not so big and scary now, da?"
For a brief second, Russia was sure that the humiliation was all for naught--Veneciano did not move an inch. But then, Russia's eyes flicked to the hand that started, tentatively, to reach out. He bit back a self-deprecatory chuckle as Veneciano tensed, paused, but then felt relief overcome him as the hand reached out again and rested on his head.
"...Your hair's really soft!" Veneciano exclaimed softly, and Russia couldn't help the schizophrenic patter of his heart as a smile lit up on that angelic face.
Russia couldn't help himself anymore--he raised his arms up, the flower he'd brought to help facilitate the meeting forgotten, and held fast to Veneciano's waist. His thumbs began to work small circles through the fabric of Veneciano's thin shirt, and felt the warm skin underneath.
"R-Russia," Veneciano sputtered, and Russia felt the muscles tense in response; but a breath later, and he was relieved to find that Veneciano had, in fact, not run away.
"You are a very dear boy, Veneciano", Russia said with a sigh, and leaned in until his head rested on the other's chest. "More than anything, I would be happy if...if you and I could be lovers."
A pause. Russia inhaled sharply; this was the part where he would be rejected.
"...W-well, um. As long as you promise not to be too scary--oh! and if we can siesta when I want to, and if you can eat a lot--oh, but you're kind of big, so you probably can eat a lot--but! But don't tell your sister because I think she'll hurt me, and she's scary--"
Russia brought his arms fully around Veneciano's waist and inhaled the rich smell of the dyed cotton of his shirt. Oh, he would not forget this smell, ever.
"--Eep! I-I mean, um, Russia, you're holding on really tight--but, but I don't mind! Just, you caught me by surprise, and I nearly lost my footing--and that would be bad, because then I'd fall on you! Oh, but you're keeping me in place--"
Russia laughed, and couldn't help but hold on tighter. Such a noisy ball of sunshine he'd fallen for. He brought his cold hands underneath the shirt, and reveled in the squeak of protest as his hands met warm flesh. But Veneciano had nothing to worry about--his hands would be warm soon enough.
Author/Artist:
kakkobeanCharacter(s) or Pairing(s): Russia/N. Italy
Rating: PG-13 HURRRR
Warnings: IT'S ADORABLE. DAMNIT. *hangs head in shame*
Summary: Written for the kink meme, except I screwed up on the second part and had my username showing. Sooo. Basically, in the comics, Russia wanted Italy after meeting with Germany and seeing Italy run in without any pants, so here's Russia trying to win Italy over. Ish.
Russia's shoulders raised slightly, and then came down with an exasperated sigh.
No matter how he tried to act nicely, Northern Italy still shivered in fear around him. In another circumstance, say, if Russia were trying to threaten him into giving him concessions and the like, or simply giving him a helpful warning as to where he should tread lightly in a minefield, then he would not be so distraught.
But he was trying to ask him on a date--and fear did not mix well when one was trying to communicate affection.
"Please, Veneciano Italia, if you...please, you looking so scared is hurting my feelings."
"I'm sorry!!" Northern Italy screeched, and Russia was so very happy that he'd had the foresight to visit the smaller nation at his home residence in Venice--though it smelled weird and had funny little boats, he knew that the elder of the brothers was infamous for not visiting this home. Two screaming Italians would be very difficult to deal with.
Ah, but he supposed that one Italian was enough--especially since it was the one that he really liked. It had been several years ago, when, by chance, he encountered the bright and ebulliant country of sunshine and cheer at a mutual acquaintance's house. Germany wanted to discuss a political arrangement with him, which was all good and fine for him. But, just as they were getting into some of the finer details, Veneciano Italia had burst into the room--and into Russia's life--a screaming mess without any pants.
Russia never felt a desire to have someone spring up so sharply and suddenly in his chest as he did then.
Of course, he'd asked Germany about it, but Germany was a horribly overprotective brute. To make matters worse, he'd shut Russia out completely from having any sort of access to the bright light that was Northern Italy by stating that the other was someone that could not simply be had.
Russia was beginning to understand that, now--but it didn't stop him from trying.
"It's just--it's just", Veneciano continued, which brought Russia out of his very depressing line of thought. "I can't help it--you're b-big, and t-tall and scary and, and big brother tells me scary stories about you and your sister gives me evil looks during meetings and--"
Russia placed one finger on the babbling Italian's lips, and he stopped.
"Is your brother here right now?"
Veneciano looked confused for a second, blinked, and then shook his head.
"My sister, I assure you, is also not here. So there are two less things for you to worry about, da?"
"B-but you're still..." Veneciano whimpered, and sniffed. Ah, how that expression had endeared him to Russia so long ago. But now was not a time for pretty tears--no, now was time for clever inspiration.
Which came quick as a flash, and Russia suddenly felt extremely troubled. Oh, Russia had not liked to feel small and insignificant ever since so long ago, and how he'd struggled to avoid it if he could.
Then again, desire--like--made everyone feel small, didn't it?
Russia gathered up the edge of his longcoat with his free hand, and after one step back, gingerly went down on both of his knees before the only one who made him really feel that he could die from sunshine.
"See?" Russia said, as he looked up from his position to Veneciano's shocked expression. "It is all perspective--I am not so big and scary now, da?"
For a brief second, Russia was sure that the humiliation was all for naught--Veneciano did not move an inch. But then, Russia's eyes flicked to the hand that started, tentatively, to reach out. He bit back a self-deprecatory chuckle as Veneciano tensed, paused, but then felt relief overcome him as the hand reached out again and rested on his head.
"...Your hair's really soft!" Veneciano exclaimed softly, and Russia couldn't help the schizophrenic patter of his heart as a smile lit up on that angelic face.
Russia couldn't help himself anymore--he raised his arms up, the flower he'd brought to help facilitate the meeting forgotten, and held fast to Veneciano's waist. His thumbs began to work small circles through the fabric of Veneciano's thin shirt, and felt the warm skin underneath.
"R-Russia," Veneciano sputtered, and Russia felt the muscles tense in response; but a breath later, and he was relieved to find that Veneciano had, in fact, not run away.
"You are a very dear boy, Veneciano", Russia said with a sigh, and leaned in until his head rested on the other's chest. "More than anything, I would be happy if...if you and I could be lovers."
A pause. Russia inhaled sharply; this was the part where he would be rejected.
"...W-well, um. As long as you promise not to be too scary--oh! and if we can siesta when I want to, and if you can eat a lot--oh, but you're kind of big, so you probably can eat a lot--but! But don't tell your sister because I think she'll hurt me, and she's scary--"
Russia brought his arms fully around Veneciano's waist and inhaled the rich smell of the dyed cotton of his shirt. Oh, he would not forget this smell, ever.
"--Eep! I-I mean, um, Russia, you're holding on really tight--but, but I don't mind! Just, you caught me by surprise, and I nearly lost my footing--and that would be bad, because then I'd fall on you! Oh, but you're keeping me in place--"
Russia laughed, and couldn't help but hold on tighter. Such a noisy ball of sunshine he'd fallen for. He brought his cold hands underneath the shirt, and reveled in the squeak of protest as his hands met warm flesh. But Veneciano had nothing to worry about--his hands would be warm soon enough.
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then I'd fall on you! Oh, but you're keeping me in place--
Sweet and deep as well. ♥
Kudos. :D
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...I think I'm in love.
I adore this pairing to bits. There simply isn't enough Russia/Italy love out there~
This pair is so cute it can melt steel C:
and this pair plus mafia is an idea that's too interesting to forgetno subject
Now I am imagining their respective mafias trying to make nice while their countries go on a date. pfff.no subject
Oh my. I like that idea of yours~
Pffftttt. I bet Romano would be so pissed xDD
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Russian mafia dude: Hmm...all seems clear--there's a sniper!!!*pulls gun*
Italian mafia dude: Cazzo, it's me, you dolt! I told you I'd be covering the west entrance!
Russian mafia dude: The West? I thought you said North--who's in the North?!
Italian mafia dude: WE HAVE A SITUATION HERE
Italy: This shake is delicious!
Russian mafia dude: what the--who said you guys could be on the line?
Russia: You are being very noisy.
Italian mafia dude: BUT WHO'S ON THE NORTH ENTRANCE IF IT'S NOT ONE OF OUR GUYS?!
Yakuza: *has no idea why he was picked to take pictures of two guys sharing ice cream, but the buyer, Honda Kiku, was willing to shell out a looot of money for it*
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/keyboard smashing
ILY for the Yakuza-Kiku reference <3
Haha, I would love to read something like that~ xDDD
And some darker stuff would be yummy too.
Guns and Russian & Italian mafia competitions make my mind wander into dangerous territory.
Because everyone knows Italy and Russia are yanderes.<3
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Like, seriously yo.
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Why so adorable guys?
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I like how Russia goes to his knees! It's such a cute act!
And the way you wrote Italy... this... the stuttering! I can clearly imagine this!
Really nice!!
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thanks!
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i like how Italy reacts to Russia's words, how he hesitantly reaches forwards, his words, and then his acceptation :) it's all so... refreshing and cute X3 (sorry, i keep using this word but really... it's so cute ;A; )
why don't you join my lj group? it's all x italy, and ruita is so rare we'd love you there :P
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...what group is this?
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http://community.livejournal.com/pasta_for_all/
it's this one :) check it out if you're interested X3