Random One Shots

America x Soviet girlxgirl fluff kinda

America stared out of the glass window, snow already piled beneath it like a white blanket. She shivered and pulled the blanket around herself.

Her nose was the coldest out of everything. She could barely feel it, even after burying it in the blanket. It felt like the cold night never leave her bones.

"Ow!" America turned to see Soviet elbowing her to the side. "What was that for?"

"I thought you'd appreciate some hot chocolate."

America moved over so Soviet could sit up next to her. "You know the window is the coldest place in this house right?"

"Oh shush it's more interesting than the fire."

"I thought you loved fire."

"I like arson," America offered up, taking her Hot chocolate and drinking it.

It burned her tongue and down her throat. But it was a good burn. Mildly sweet.

"Are they not the same thing?" Soviet lifted an eyebrow at America who just scowled and leaned into Soviet.

"No. I like destruction, breaking things. Fire is easy. And it always appears on the news if you're successful." America burned her mouth again.

"Mm. I suppose that makes sense dear."

America nodded and set down her hot chocolate before she burned herself more. "You left some hit chocolate on you, let me help."

Before Soviet could point out she hadn't drink any of her own hit chocolate America lips were on her own. Sweet, warm, full of the fire she had under her skin. Even when shivering, that fire burned inside her.

"Mmm. I think I got it all." The look America gave Soviet sent shivers down her.

"A-America. It's too early to be doing... These sorts of things."

"What sorts of things?" America tilted her head like she didn't know exactly what Soviet was talking about.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

"What is it?" America interrupted Soviet about to drink her hot chocolate.

"Don't make me say it." America was full of mischief as Soviet turned away to drink her hot chocolate. Her red cheeks were full of a deep foreign blush she knew America could see.

"You're adorable Sovi." America quickly finished off her drink before placing her head in Soviet's lap. The blanket was wrapped around her all warmly.

Soviet was just glad America had dropped the matter for now, just gently petting America's head. She smiled at America relaxing and almost purring into the motion. It was adorable. Like a lot of their unsustainable relationship. Adorable, but a ticking time bomb.

Next thing She would know, America wouldn't have fallen off the ledge, and suddenly she'd be naked in bed with America sleeping beside her.

Soviet didn't want to let that happen again. Especially since she could leave the cabin for a few minutes to smoke.

It wasn't that she didn't know how it happened, or that she regretted it, America was very good in bed, but rather, the admitting to herself that this relationship people died for, existed.

America stayed on her lap, humming through the head pets and Soviet stroking her fingers through America's hair. It was so soft, even in it's choppy lengths America cut with kids scissors every time a part bothered her.

That was interesting to walk in on. America surrounded by hair and cutting some of it close to her scalp. She seemed to be doing better now, the hair more even than before. But Soviet still worried for her.

America's hums slowly stopped and Soviet realized she was asleep. Her face was so peaceful. So calm. Soviet trailed a finger down her cheek and allowed herself to smile.

Maybe she could enjoy this. For however long it lasted.

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Soviet gently placed America in the bed and pulled over the covers. She hadn't woken up yet which was out of character. She was still. America was warm and breathing, but still. Soviet was getting worried

Soviet slid in next to America. She was so fragile, so small. Maybe, America was hurt. Whatever it was Soviet probably couldn't know.

So she just watched her beautiful lover there with concern in her eye.

Finally she took off her eye patch, and snuggled into America to fall asleep.

When Soviet awoke America was still asleep. She didn't smell of death, she was still warm even where Soviet wasn't touching her. Breathes still rose from her chest. She was just, still. Silent.

So opposite her normal way.

Soviet quietly left the bed to make herself breakfast. She'd make America breakfast when she woke.

Soviet busied herself, cleaning up the dishes, putting the fire back in the fireplace and checking in on America.

Nothing.

Soviet watched the day go by. Looking out the window. The cold didn't bother her like it did America. It didn't dig into every pore and settle on her bones. Maybe it's cause she was younger than D by a lot.

It seemed like only yesterday she was a new country looking up to America who barely noticed her. And now, they were like this.

Spending nights together, stealing fast kisses when nobody was watching, kissing, warshipping every inch of skin on each other. Falling apart, screaming at each other, losing their minds in each other on the thin line of hate and love.

Soviet loved America, but she hated her too.

Soviet let out a squeak as Arms surrounded her. "Mornin' Sovi." Soviet relaxed as America buried her face into Soviet's side.

"Morning Meri. How was your sleep?"

"I feel great! But, I am hungry dear."

America stretched and Soviet got up, "Then I'll make you breakfast Meri."

"Wonderful. I love your food."

Soviet smiled, she would savour this moment for a long time.

America's face of happiness was wonderful. She ate the food Soviet made with gusto, a silly smile plastered over her face.

Soviet placed a kiss with a thin smile on America's forehead.

Maybe things would work out.