Russia X Fem!America
by SomerandomHetaliafan, Mar 3, 2013, 1:41:59 PM
Literature / Fan Fiction / Humor
“If someone is pranking me,” Fem!America said, shifting her weight to he right foot and placing her hand on her hip, “I’m gonna be pissed!”
Meet me at the nearest coffee shop at noon.
That’s what the note had said, and she showed up, despite the freezing cold, but the sender didn’t. She had received the note at the last world meeting in the UK, where she had fallen asleep listening to England ranting about something or other(like she would pay attention PFFFT). Anyway, when she woke up the note was laying on the table next to her head.
So, what else was she gonna do? She went to the nearest coffee shop in England at noon.
Only to wait half an hour for the sender to show up. Which he still hadn’t, by the way.
“I’m done waiting.” She said, zipping up her jacket and stepping in the warm coffee shop, wondering why she waited out in the freezing cold anyway.
She ordered a coffee and sat at a table that she could clearly see the door from.
“I’m sorry I’m late.” A voice said as Fem!America jolted awake.
Because she had fallen asleep. Again.
“Damn it!” She muttered, lifting her head from the table to see Russia standing there looking down at her. “Huh? What do you want?” She said dully.
“I said I’m sorry I’m late.” Russia said as he took a seat across from her at the table.
“Are you alright?” She asked, seeing his flushed face and pale white fingers, ignoring for a moment that it was he who gave her the note. “You look freezing.” her slightly caring tone had turned into one of slight annoyance without her intending to do so.
“It’s worse in Russia, da.” Russia said, smirking slightly. It was much, much worse in Russia, everyone else was just a wimp, he dealt with the freezing cold year-round, at least most people got a summer.
“Why do you always say that?”
“Chto?”
“Uh…I don’t speak Russian.” Fem!America said, having absolutely no clue what the Russian country had said to her. Hell, he could be insulting her for all she knew!
“I just said ‘what’ in Russian.”
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t insulting her. She smirked.
If she had ever had that advantage over someone, she’d totally insult them.
Laughter almost bubbled to her lips as she thought of all kinds of different ways to pull off that prank, then she sighed as she remembered that England spoke English, too. Damn.
Then she also remembered that Russia could be doing the same thing to her right now! She quickly looked over his face, trying to find any trace of lying, but he didn’t seem to be the type. In fact, the only expression on his face was one of confusion.
Oh shit! She still hadn’t responded and probably looked retarded, sitting there all lost in her head while he waited for her to say something.
The she realized she had lost track of the conversation entirely. What were they talking about…?
“Uh…” was the only word she could get to slip past her lips. Well, it wasn’t really a word, more of a sound, she thought, getting lost in her head again. She banged her head against the table, causing some of her now luke-warm coffee in the Styrofoam cup to spill a little over the side. When she looked back up, she saw Russia still staring back at her with an even more confused expression. “Don’t mind me, I’m just crazy.” She quickly mumbled as an excuse.
“…Da?”
“What does that even mean, anyway?” Fem!America asked, and the whole conversation came flooding back to her.
Damn, she really did seem like an idiot.
“Da?”
She hoped he meant that as a question of which word she was referring to and replied, “Yes.”
“You just said it.” Russia smiled at her and she felt a blush coming to her cheeks. He actually was kind of cute….
“So ‘da’ is ‘yes’?”
“Da.” She felt like banging her head against the table again. So she did.
“Ow…” She muttered, not lifting her head from the table again until Russia spoke.
“Why do you keep doing that?” He asked, and tilted his head in a way that Fem!America found very adorable.
“Because I feel stupid.” Her answer was rather flat and dull, but ah well.
“…so hurting yourself makes you feel smarter?” Russia asked, making a very good point.
“Not really…” Fem!America said, a slight laugh coloring her tone like the sun colors the sky at sunset.
Total simile right there, yep. She thought to no one.
And then the awkward silence came. It lingered a few moments before Fem!America decided to say something else.
“So, um, just making sure, but you were the one who gave me that note, right?” If he said no, then who else would have given it to her?
France.
Even if it wasn’t France, it was still France.
Because that makes so much sense. Derp.
“Da.” WAHA! Fem!America knew what that word meant like a boss!
That was seriously all she got out of Russia’s answer.
“Okay good. I thought it was like France or someone for a minute there.” She almost breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t. France could be anywhere!
“What would France have to do with it?” Russia tilted his head again.