basically a One-Shot book for me to practice, it'll also be multi fandom (only the ones I know about, which is a lot)
Rules:
No smut
Yes angst
yes fluff
will decline if uncomfortable
cover and other art isn't mine unless I say so
Discontinued
America woke up to find herself in a black void. Groaning, she stood up and checked that she was uninjured. Everything was intact except for the little black marks that reside on her arm. Suddenly a grumble resonated behind America. Turning around she realized that it was only Russia. Sighing in relief she silently stepped toward him and reached a hand out to him. The Russian glanced at her, then at her hand before grabbing it and hoisting himself up. Letting go of his hand as soon as he was up, she looked around but couldn’t find anything of use or of interest. Sticking close to Russia, they ventured further into the void. America continuously swiveled her head around, always looking for threats or other untrusting things. A thing she got from Britain during the American Revolution while he stalked her while America was on the battlefield.
“My my Ame, time does truly fly when you’ve got nothing to do?” A southern dark voice chittered from behind them. America grabbed her gray pocket knife and held it out to the slightly taller figure in front of her. Russia stood in a defensive attack behind her. The figure wore a worn-out chasseur cap or more commonly known as a French military hat, had an old military uniform, and the flag consisted of a red base with white lines that struck diagonally and was littered with stars in the stripes. Grinning the mysterious country raised its hand and mocked bow to both superpowers.
“Why are you here, Confederate?” America questioned, holding her knife a little tighter. This man was dangerous, she knew that firsthand. Confederate waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.
“No no Ame, I’m not going to fight you. The pain you go through, I go through as well,” Confederate explained, “I only am here to assist you. The others here are far worse than me and I rather dislike them.” Russia skeptically looked at the Confederate before turning to America. Leaning down and covering his mouth while staring at the taller man, he whispered to her.
*In Russian* (I used google translate)
“Америка, можем ли мы доверять ему? Вы, кажется, не очень его любите, и он, кажется, не заслуживает доверия. (America, can we trust him? You don't seem to like him very much and he doesn't seem to be trustworthy.)”
“Я не уверен. Однако будьте настороже, он ослепит вас через секунду, если вы дадите ему шанс. (I'm not sure. However, beware, he will blind you in a second if you give him a chance.)”
*In English*
America patted the taller country’s hand. Turning to Confederate, she made a pact with him to take down the other countries before never talking again. As soon as the pact was over Russia immediately stood beside America in a protective way before looking around and leading the way.
*Time skip because this book is tiring and finals are a pain*
America had journeyed for what seemed forever with her rival and…something she was unsure about.
“Sehen Sie, wer sich entschieden hat, uns mit seiner Anwesenheit zu beehren. (See who has chosen to grace us with their presence.)”
“Мой сын тоже здесь. К сожалению, Конфедерация тоже здесь. (My son is here too. Unfortunately, the Confederation is also here.)”
Every country tensed and groaned at the sight of the two Axis members. Russia whined internally about chatting with his dad and America didn’t feel like dwelling on insults at the moment. Confederate groaned and gestured to the Axis as the ones who were causing the mess. America flipped out her knife and walked forward.
“Alright fellas, let’s settle this fast so I can go home and sleep.” She uttered tiredly.
“NO! We’re trying to come back!”
“Нет (No)”
The bickering continued for a while before America harshly pointed out that if they were to return that they would most likely get their asses kicked again and would not be appreciated. After some threatening, the two reluctantly agreed making the trio sigh in relief and head to the white portal-looking thing. When they reached it America stopped and reached a hand out to the Confederate.
“Screw you, Dixie.” The American said wistfully, taking off her glasses and revealing one eye that was pitch black with a scar running vertically across it and the other a deep gorgeous blue. The Confederate took it appreciatively.
“Screw you, Yankee.”
America smiled before putting on her glasses and looking over to Russia. The man stared at her before shrugging his shoulders with a smile. Muttering something along the lines of You nerd. Plunging into the portal before she could respond, America scoffed and ran in after yelling at him.
Both countries landed on the floor with a thump. Rubbing her head, she looked around and fell back with a relieved smile.
“Get off my you маленькая женщина (Small woman).” Russia grunted, showing America off.
As America scoffed and looked around she realized that they landed in the middle of a meeting. She grinned and lifted a hand into the air, waving it at whoever.
“We did it.”
A/n: This took a while but I had fun. Let me know if you liked it. Also request, it’s fun to write. Word count: 878
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