RusAme rp, The colder war

Russia let out a sigh of releaf. He smiled back at America. "Your metting me, but I have met you..." He said, forgeting that he was a little kid and didnt know anything yet. He pushed his hand through Americas hair. "I am Russia, and I am going to be caring for you, you are my little brother, ok?" He said, he looked at the scarf, his big sister had made it for him, so why should he not give it to America? He looked around, there was nothing in the house, no blankets, but the bed, a couch, and a tv that was to old to work. He looked down and took of his coat, wraping it around America and setting it over him like a blanket, he stood up. "Dont mess with the stuff in my pockets, ok?" He said smiling, he had vodka, a knife, and a pair of Americas bloddy gloves. But he was a kid now, and didnt know anything.... he found himself having to keep telling himself that.

America raised an eyebrow in confusion, but let it go. He squinted one of his eyes when Russia ran a hand through his hair and laughed a bit and then smiled when, the man, now identified as Russia said that he was his little brother and smiled saying, "I guess I'll call you big brother then.". sat on the bed feeling a bit tired, strange, he had just woken up. Things were going good, he liked his new big brother, and was told not to touch the things in the pockets he nodded and said, "Okay!" he snuggled in closer to the coat, it was big and warm.

Russias giggled, even if America was a kid, he smile still made Russia fell better. He held out the bowl of beets and potatos. He looked at America "Im sorry if it is not alot, when we get back to my house, you can eat what ever you want..." He looked away from America, he leaned forawed and pressed his cheek to Americas head. "The ships will be back tomarrow, we can leave in the morning," He said softly, he set the bottle of water on a table by the bed and sighed, a sad smile crossing his face. He sat cross legged at the foot of Americas bed, he looked back up at him. He blushed a little at America calling him big brother. He looked at Americas face and then looked around, walking over and pushing himself on the couch. "America, go to sleep, if you need anything, tell me" He reached up and fliped teh light off, the dark filling the room.

America took the bowl of beets and potatoes and examined them over and nodded, "Okay." they certainly look edible, he took a bite of the potatoes, not much flavor, and then the beets and he decided he liked the potatoes better. He could smell the man's scent from how close he was to him, he couldn't put his fingers on the scent but he liked it. He liked his new big brother, he felt safe and the cabin he was at seemed cozy, he wondered what Russia's house would be like. He snuggled closer into the blanket and didn't want to be very far from his new care taker and slid off the bed making his way through the dark and asked quietly, "U...Um big brother, c...can we sleep together tonight?"

Russia was already 1/2 asleep, and didnt want to move. But he sat up felling grogy from being woken up. "Da...." He said, he got up and made his way over to the bed, he flopped down and put a arm around America, pulling him in to his arm. He kissed teh top of Americas head before starting to go back to sleep, pulling his coat over the both of them, but letting America be fully coverd. He sighed looked down at America. He blushed a little and fell back asleep, making sure America didnt need anything. "Are you ok?" He asked softly, if old america was scarde of ghost, was the new america scarde of the dark?

America had smiled when Russia agreed, he jumped onto the bed, snuggling himself into Russia's warmth. He cracked a smile when Russia kissed his forehead. The reason he had asked Russia to sleep with him was because he didn't know what was in the dark and if anything had happened Russia would be there to protect him and yawned and nodded, "Da." was probably the only Russian word America knew. His half-lidded eyes closed and he fell asleep in Russia's embrace.

Russia woke up at the loud,low sound of the ships in the new founded harbor, he looked down, not moving as to not wake America up. He rested his cheek on Americas head and looked around, he slid out form under America, leaving his coat over the young nation. He looked outside, sitting with his knees to his chest on the porch of the house. He looked, there were serveral more ships, and 100's more Russians, each one he could see working somehow, a mob of then worked on a horbor, a pretty abiosuose project for only being there a day, but he didnt mind, he was helping America, after all. He looked at the town, one of the ships must had had building supplies, because new tar and concrete was being poured, for houses and roads. He shifted, knowing that DC was gone, and that Nome, Alaska would prbobly end up being the new nations capitol, that was a good thing though, Russia was literally, only a few miles away. He went back inside and he ate the beets and potatos that America hadnt, he shifted over and grabbed the vodka out of his coat pocket, pouring it over the food and coninug to eat.

America had whined when his main source of warmth had left him, but was content with the coat that was left with him. When he woke up he, saw Russia was gone. He looked around for him once he spotted him. He slid from the bed and took the coat, making sure not to drag Russia's precious coat on the floor, and said, "Hi big brother, here." handing the coat over to him and smell something strong, he knew it wasn't the beets or potatoes was it the what was in the flask Russia was holding.

Russia smield at America "Thank you, America" He looked up at him and gestured for him to sit down, he put he flask in his back pocket, keeping it out of the coat. He continued eating and threw to coat over him and America again. He watched the construction, the town of nome looking more and more like a city with every bilding finished. He looked at America, than at the ships, a cold fog covering to town. "Did you sleep well, America?" He asked softly, he noticed that a few of the Russians wore unifroms, and the hammer and sickle in there chest. He noted tehm teh law enforcers, but he kept close tabs making sure that they didnt let the power to to there heads. He finished eating the food, drinking teh bit of vodka in teh bottom of teh pan before tossing it out.

America saw no other place to sit and so sat on the Russian's lap the strong smell a lot stronger now. He looked out the window and saw many people outside some in some sort of uniform and couldn't make out the symbol they wore. He swung his legs, the house was a big cold, and wondered if he would get used to it, he nodded and said, "Yeah, I had you there to protect me." he smiled, he was excited to go to Russia's house.

Russia smiled and kissed the top of Americas head. He put his coat on and shifted, breathing out and then in deeply, He picked up America and swung his over his back, holding him and giving him a piggy back ride. He walked from the house the 1/2 mile to the ships. He smiled and walked up on the ship, he was a nation, and went to the upper decks, picking a ship cabin that was heated and cozy, He dropped America once they were in the door and he looked out the small window. It was only a short trip to Russia, but the nearest harbor was a longer trip away. He sat in a chair and kept looking out the window, he went over to a tap, turning on teh water and pulling Americas old gloves out of his pocket, he washed teh red out of them and smiled, setting them down flat to let them dry. He looked over at America "It will only be a short while, we will be at my home soon," He said a bit tirde and happy, he was comprble with his boss, no mob, no beatings...but he didt know that yet.

America smiled, he didn't know how or Russia cared for him so much but he didn't care so much anymore, Russia was a good big brother. He wrapped his arms around his neck and rested his chin on the top of Russia's head. He saw the boats, the same boats he had seen the night before. He looked at them in awe much bigger that what he thought of them last night, "Whoa, these are huge!" and then passed a few flights and hid his face of Russia's neck when he spotted someone. He was set down on a bed, there rooms were much warmer than the cabin and he quickly went to one of the windows to see outside, which was covered in snow and bustling with people. "We're going to your house right big brother?" continuing to look out the window.

Russia smiled at America, looking out the window. He nodded yes. "When your old enough, I will let you have one of the ships, you will need one later to trade" He smiled lightly, the ship moved with the slow and steady confidance of a icebearg. He looked at America, noticing his cloths. "America, when we get to my home, we can buy you new cloths, Da?" He said, leanind over and putting his hand on Americas head, ruffilng his head slightly. He looked at America, he pushed the scarf up, putting it at the base of America chin. The ship pulled out of teh dock and out in to water, making slow and wide turns and making closer to Russia.

America looked over and his eyes lit up, "Whoa! Really? My own boat!" and looked at how big the black boats were. He smiled as Russia tousled his hair. And when Russia mentioned new clothes he examined himself and asked, "What's wrong with these?" wondering of why he would need to get new ones. He felt the warmth of the scarf, it had the same scent as Russia did. He continued to look out the window everything was so new to him.

Russia sighed, "Fine, but you will get new cloths eveutaly..," He said. He paused for a second, the land slowly approaching. "America, when we get off the ship, you stay right by me and dont run off, Is that clear?" He said, using a more stern tone. He looked up at America, This was going to be alot of work, razing a nation was tough, but they grew up quicker, but were a pain to care for when they were young. He wondered when America would start growing up, so far. America had what was alaska, and Russia could work to take back the western states. He looked around, thinking of a plan to get Americas land back, the chances are that the other nations were trying to move in and take the old land. He sigehd and looked down, he would fight to get the land back, but it would take a while... He looked back up at America "There is not much to see when your on a ship, but were almost in Russia, we can go to my home" He said again, softer and sweeter than the tone he used before.

America bit his lower lip he wanted to see more new things but Russia said that had to be by him, he gave a curt nod and said, "Okay." he wondered if there were other people like Russia, he didn't understand what 'being a nation' meant but he hoped it was a good thing. They didn't have to wait in line like the other people did. When he found out they were close to Russia's home he continued to smile and looked intently at the window to see if he could spot it, even though he didn't know what it looked like.

The ship shuttered and came to a slow stop. He stood up, grabbed the now dry gloves and put them in his pocket and went over to America. Grabbing his arms and leading him out of the ship. He looked around, the workers pulling more stuff on to the ship bound for America. He sighed and let go of Americas hand, still making sure that he followed close behind. He walked through the streets, the poeple swarming a fish market and a huge mitray base. He looked at America, walking in to a building and making sure america followed, he was still a kid, and russia was there to make sure he was safe.

Once the boat had America couldn't help but grin, he was at his big brother's house. He followed Russia and instantly noticed that it was colder than his house.He stayed close to Russia, butt he stopped a few times as he saw new things, people shouting in a language he had heard some others say back at his house, the smells the sight and the sounds, he saw vendors and people bustling around the city. He sometimes stopped and then had to catch up to Russia so that he didn't lose him. He followed Russia in the build, now holding onto the end of his coat.

Russia smield a bit at America holding on to his coat. He walked down in to the building, he looked around at the market, selling everything in the indoor lot. He pulled America closer, and walked around, he looked at a cloths rack and back at America. "Choose what you would like to have" He said, wanting America to have proper cloths and not running around in rags. He wached America, and teh pole around him, making sure none of tehm were even darin gto glace at America, and none of them did. He smiled and looked back down at America

America looked around at how busy and big the place was, he had to look up at everyone because he was about 3 feet tall. He followed Russia and was told to pick something he liked. He honestly couldn't decide, and so he just picked the first thing he saw, because he was clueless as what to where, "I want that one." he pointed.

Russia nodded and pulled it off the rack, he went to teh market and bought bread, meat, onions, lettace, and everything else he saw on Americas hamburgers that he loved. He walked out of the market, pulling America up to talk beside him, he walked slow for America, and held the back of his hand. He shifted and went with America, and they took a cab back to Russias house. He wanted to admit that he was fine, but it was a strange felling. He walked out of the cab, and took of his coat, giving it to America and telling him to wait outside. He ran in, shoving all the vodak bottles under the sink and cleaning off his blood from his old boss, he felt sadder and sadder cleaning, but so much blood and drinks would not be good for America... or at least thats what he told himself. He went back outside, trying not to look at the spot that America had asked him to marry him on... He sighed and lead America in the house. "This is my home and we will be staying here for a while, Da?" He said softly iggroring the sadness at teh back of his mind.

America had stayed close but still looked around at the vast city, it was certainly a lot bigger than his own. He went into the cab and it was certainly a new experience for him, as he looked outside the window to see all the buildings pass by. They had made it to a big house, that was a bit isolated from the others. He was told to stay out by Russia and wondered what Russia was doing in there. He continued to looked around and the snow looked tempting to play in, but Russia had told him to stay right there. He wrapped the coat, that was too big for himself, and waited for Russia. Russia came back out with a different facial expression from before, more serious or sad, but didn't question it. He nodded and said, "You have a nice place." looking around, defiantly an improvement from the small cabin at his place.

Russia smield sadly. "Da, Make your self at home..." He said, looking down at nothing and casting a shadow over his face. He sighed and looked around getting more and mroe depressed by the second. He looked back up at America, smiling for him. "If you want food, TV, or anything else, you only need to ask me, America," He said softly, he wanted to tell America what happened, every detail, but he would have to wait, until America was in fact, older. When America was teen age, he would tell him. He giggled remebring how America warned him about his teen years. He walked around, not caring as much and grabbing a bottle of vodka and pouring a amount in a glass. He had bought soda at the market, and handed a can to America. HE took a long swig of his drink before setting teh glass down adn sighing out again. He could not drink to much, else he might do somthing dumb....He drank another swig of the vodka,

America went to thee T.V and saw his reflection in it. He saw one of them back at the cabin but he didn't have time to figure it out. He said, "Hey Russia's how do you turn this on?" he asked and was handed he can of soda and examined it. It was a liquid he could tell, but how to open it was the next challenge. He saw the top and popped it open and some fiz came out and panicked ut drank it, it was....very sweet. Not like the potatoes or beets, this was sweet he took another sip and smiled, "What is this, this is so awesome!"

Russia giggled. "You just have to press this button, and then you flip the show using this button." He explained, before sitting back down and drink the glass of vodak, pouring another and drinking it. He wached America drink his soda, and his eyes felt a bit blurry for some reason... He stood up and causualy grabbed a knife, he went though the food they bough and cut up the things that needed to be cut, not really sure how to make the hambgers that america loved. He didnt wince when his accandtly cut a part of his hand, pulling it up and walking to the sink, he turned the water on and put his hand under it, the other hand with the knife with it. He made tiny cuts and looked over at America, making sure he was far away before he made each cut. He sad sadly looking in the sink, resting his head on the counter and kept cutting, felling a sick felling in his gut as the words he wrote to Americas ghost washed away and were replaced by blood.