My Ollie Stuff

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Okayokayokay I take back what I said, this is my favorite role-play with the scarf starter!!!!
( I personally don't ship rusame, or amerus in this case. But this is so flipping cute!! )

This is a conversation between Alfred F. Jones and yourself, Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter).

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): Hello

Alfred F. Jones: Off

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): The meeting was going along as usual, France and Britain were arguing, America was talking about another crazy plan, and everyone one else was doing their usual thing. Ivan sat in his seat, looking around as the usual chaos ensued, with a small smile. He had on a nice suit, and per usual, his scarf. Why did he wear that all the time, you wondered, curiosity peaked you snuck over to him and grabbed ahold of one of the ends. The scarf had started to loosen, and Ivan blinked, looking over as he wondered what happened. 

He saw you holding onto the Scarf and got up, hoping you would let go in suprise, to his dismay you did not and it loosened the scarf more. " Could you please let go of my scarf? ' he said, you denied, Ivan tried to grab on before it was off completely. With one pull the scarf came off, he froze as everyone looked over, a few gasps were heard. His neck was covered in scars and burn marks, it was clear why he had his scarf on all the time, you looked up too say something and stopped. Ivan was, crying? Hard, before you could say anything he ran out of the meeting room.

Alfred F. Jones: Alfred didn't expect /that/...he just wanted to know why the burly Russian was always wearing that thing. It was why he was so stubborn about taking it off. He stared in surprise and slight horror, looking up to apologize or question and give his scarf back before the other ran. He didn't hesitate a second "Vanya!" He cried, using an old nickname for him that he hadn't used in a very long time and ran after him, stumbling after the Russian and suddenly wishing the other wasn't so much bigger or faster. He found him soon enough, crying in an empty dark room. "I-Ivan..." he greeted quietly, expecting the Russian to be upset with him as he stepped up to him. He didn't give his scarf back yet though, reaching up to touch a hand hesitantly to his throat "what...what caused them..?" He questioned slowly, the loud-mouthed American finding very little to say for once.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): A squeak interrupted Ivan's sobs, as he touched a neck.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): *his

Alfred F. Jones: Alfred slowly and gently wrapped his arms around him, resting his head on his shoulder before lifting a hand to run over his soft, pale cheeks, brushing his tears away "hey...look it's not that bad." He assured "sorry I...I didn't know..." he murmured. "Vanya really...what happened to you..." he questioned. He knew he had an awful past but...this kinda hurt to see.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): Ivan tensed, suprised, before slowly relaxing.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): * He sniffed, more slient tears fell from his eyes as he thought of an answer.

Alfred F. Jones: Alfred gently lifted his hand up to card through his hair. It felt kind to unnatural to see Ivan cry. It was odd...but it made his chest ache. "Is This why you're always so bulked up with clothes..?" He questioned, moving his other hand to touch to the mans clothed chest.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): He nodded, " most of them are from wars.. I was attacked a lot when I was younger. But some of them are from my own people, that's how things were back then " he brows furrowed a little as his frown deepened " there were times where things weren't so good. " He shuddered at the memories, the cold he felt couldn't be warmed no matter how many layers he wore, though they helped. More tears fell, heavily.

Alfred F. Jones: Alfred winced, mumbling a soft "poor baby..." and moving to wrap himself around the other man where the Russian sat on the table in the room. He wrapped his legs around his waist, his arms going around his neck. He pressed his naturally overly warm Body against the man, laying his head on his shoulder, slightly against his neck. "There's times for everyone that weren't so good, this is a different story." He mumbled. He reached down and gently undid his suit jacket, followed by his shirt. He gently ran warm and large hands up part of his chest, eyeing the scars there. "God Vanya..." he murmured, not caring how long it had been since he'd used that little nickname. Since Alfred was a young teenager and Ivan was already an empire, and Ivan had found him freezing in Alaska. They'd been inseparable. Too bad life had to happen..."I'm sorry..." he murmured, slowly moving to lean up and lightly kiss his cheek.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): His face flushed, the cold deep in his bones leaving a little, he let out a small sigh. No one had touched his scars before, very few knew he had them. The touch was alien to him now, strange and rare, but not unwelcomed.

Alfred F. Jones: He smiled at the pink to cheeks, nuzzling up into his scarred up neck and continued to gently trace the scars on his pale chest, tan fingers still carefully running over them as he eyed his muscled chest with a little grimace "I can see why you keep yourself hidden darlin'..." he murmured, his hint of a honey smooth southern accent showing at the little nickname. He used to call him that all the time too, just to watch the man blush. "Do you want your scarf back..?" He questioned, moving to pull the soft thing from the pocket of his leather bomber jacket.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): Ivan's eyes widened as he nuzzled, giggling before he could Stop himself, putting his hand over his mouth. He blushed deeply, ad softly shook his head.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): *He silently cursed his overly sensitive neck.

Alfred F. Jones: Alfred laughed "that was adorable..." he hummed and moved the scarf to the side. He looked up at him and took his hand off his mouth. "Are you ticklish?" He questioned, sliding his hand up to rub at his neck to see his reaction, interested.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): Ivan went to say no, but as soon as Alfred's hand started to rub against his neck, he burst into laughter.

Alfred F. Jones: Alfred smiled. It was nice to see Ivan laugh. His laugh was so deep and it made Alfred giggle, continuing happily to watch him, watching the other blush and laugh. "So /that's/ where you're sensitive." He hummed, laughing slightly. He got an idea, a rather inappropriate idea. "If you're sensitive there then..." he started but trailed off, slowly moving to gently press a soft kiss to his neck.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): Ivan blushed, letting out a breather,

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): *breathier giggle

Alfred F. Jones: Alfred smiled "you're so unnecessarily cute." He hummed, leaning against him and moving to completely rest in his lap, gently continuing to rub his neck before slipping his hand off. "I really love when you laugh you know...it's been a really long time since I've really made you laugh you know." He murmured, letting out a soft laugh before blushing and once again tentatively kissing at his neck, the kisses soft as he moved all over his neck, his lips touching to each of his scars and burns, the kisses slowly getting longer and slower and more caring as he moved over his scars, touching lightly to his neck with one hand, rubbing his thumb gently over the pale skin.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): Ivan shuddered, melting a little as his giggles got softer and breathier.

Alfred F. Jones: He grinned, happy to feel the bulky Russian melting against him "nobody touches your neck do they..." he mumbled softly, gently pulling off him for a second. He continued slowly, trailing his hand gently back to his chest, trailing his fingers back and forth over a larger scar he found on the others lower chest, sighing as he happily continued to press soft and easy kisses over his neck, happy to Continue. The other seemed to like it, and Alfred would be lying if he said that he didn't adore the soft little breathy giggles he got in return to his actions.

Under the Scarf! Ivan branginsky (any ship)(off for starter): Ivan sighed contentedly, amist the soft breath giggles, he didn't feel as self concious as he usually did about his scars.
( And it ended there c': )