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The amazing results of last night’s game, “3 Prompt Summary”!

Everyone threw in three prompts, and then let loose on the prompts and created fanfic summaries based on the prompts! There are a lot of VERY INTERESTING ideas in this bunch!

Here’s the first example round...

Prompts from LLightz - soulmates, Steve/Bucky, dog

Summary by @rebelmeg - A dog. His soulmark was a dog. Which was no problem, Bucky liked dogs. But... a dog?! A golden retriever with a smiley dog face and a blue collar. Go figure.

The rest are under the cut! There are a lot of them, and they are so cool! There’s an amazing mix of characters, prompts, angst, fluff, crack, and everything in between.

Prompts from @magicadraconia - Cloak of Levitation, Stark Expo, butterfly kisses

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - How Strange lost Levi was beyond him. But he assumed it had to do with the smitten Super Soldier and Engineer. Somehow Levi had it in his mind that those two needed some help. So, Strange knowing that they were to be at the next Stark Expo opened a portal. Finding his cloak planting butterfly kisses on Stark's cheek was something he didn't expect at all.

Prompts from @rebelmeg - coffeeshop AU, glitter, Sam Wilson

Summary by @themadhalewrites - When a pride parade ends up in Bucky’s Coffee Shop he ends up not only having to clean up the glitter but now his glitter soulmate mark that matches up with the parade leader Sam Wilson makes sense.

Prompts from LLightz - Enemies to Lovers, Highlander, Stucky

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Being alone for so long has hardened Bucky's heart. He had lost everything back then. His friend, his brother, his lover. All to another Highlander going by the name Captain America. What a travesty. Since then Bucky had tried to hunt him down. His sworn enemy with eyes so similar to his former love.

Prompts from @dreaminglypeach - Pepper, only one bed, kidfic

Summary by @rebelmeg - Bucky didn't understand it. The entire Stark Lakehouse, but there wasn't a single couch or guest bedroom open? At least, not unless Morgan Stark was willing to give up her bed, which, given the obstinate expression on the little girl's face (and WOW did she look like her dad), she was not about to share. Luckily, Pepper comes to the rescue. Albeit, in a kind of weird way...

Prompts from @rebelmeg - coffeeshop AU, glitter, Sam Wilson

Summary by @dreaminglypeach - Sam hates coffee. Like, really hates it. Won’t drink it, can barely even stand to smell it, even talking about it makes him feel vaguely queasy. Why, then, does he work in a coffee shop? That, my friends, is a long story, involving glitter, puppies, and the incredible stubbornness of a dumbass named Steve Rogers.

Prompts from @themadhalewrites - Lost, Hidden Love, Mystery Child.

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Oh the f*ck Tony managed to get lost in this freaking forest was a mystery. Just like the child with brown hair, and steel grey eyes following him, hiding in the trees now and then but always there. Tony could feel it on his skin. How should he know, that the child, was the man, Tony had loved so fiercely but has had to hide it for James was not of the same standing like him.

Prompts by @fightingforcreativity - Love at first sight, missing, one date

Summary by LLightz - They'd had just the one date... Nat and Clint had set them up... pretending it was a chance encounter at their local gym, but he would have noticed the gorgeous brunette with the soft wavy hair and sky blue eyes if he'd ever been there before... It had been love at first sight... but he hadn't shown for their second date, and the number he had been given for him kept going to an invalid number…

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@rebelmeg - Sam Wilson

@themadhalewrites - hidden love

@dreaminglypeach - Pepper

Summary by @magicadraconia - Pepper had always had a thing for boys in an Air Force uniform (her crush on Rhodey had lasted for years), so it was natural that that would expand to include the newest Avenger as well. It was just such a pity that Sam Wilson was now a wanted fugitive and hiding out from the world somewhere. Oh, well, she was about due a vacation anyway. Perhaps she'd try Wakanda this time…

Prompts by @rebelmeg - coffeeshop AU, glitter, Sam Wilson

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Glitter. It had to be glitter. Now he had glitter in his hair, glitter in his clothes, probably also in his underwear and glitter in his coffee. He was so done. Sam wanted nothing more than to smack Bucky for this. And he would, if Bucky wasn't the cutest and hottest barista in town.

Prompts by @dreaminglypeach - Pepper, only one bed, kidfic

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Pepper was a godsend. No one and nothing would ever convince Tony of something else. Even though he was a bit miffed that he had missed out on the end that was fun. No Steve, James and Tony had to get deaged to their kid years. All included. And dang, considering the pics, the three of them had been clingy at hell, sharing everything after they had to share one bed, because Tony hadn't put in more than one guest bed in the lake house.

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@fightingforcreativity - love at first sight

LLightz - highlander

@Magicadraconia - butterfly kisses

Summary by @rebelmeg - It had been like something out of a period film, or a romance novel, the moment he appeared out of the mist. His shoulder-length hair was damp, and tiny droplets even clung to the stubbled on his face, the jawline so sharp it was like glass. And it was utterly unfair how amazing those legs looked in a kilt. But that? Had been nothing compared to the way it felt when he reached out, his palm calloused, leaving the softest of touches on a warm cheek. Like butterfly kisses... Love at first sight wasn't supposed to be a real thing. It wasn't. And maybe this wasn't it. It could have been something else that sent the heart racing, goosebumps rising up over every inch of skin, a swooping sensation in the stomach that spun like dizziness. Could have been something else. Right?

Prompts by @fightingforcreativity - love at first sight, missing, one date

Summary by @themadhalewrites - Stephen had only briefly caught sight of the man during the absolute carnage that was the Battle of New York, but just that glimpse was enough to make his heart race for a different reason than the adrenaline that had been pushing him until now. But he was never able to find the man; it was like he'd vanished into thin air. It isn't until he becomes the Sorcerer Supreme - with the ability to travel the multiverse - that he's able to find the man again. Now if only he could muster the courage to ask for a date…

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@themadhalewrites - Mystery Child & Lost

@magicadraconia - Cloak of Levitation

@dreaminglypeach - Pepper

@rebelmeg - Glitter & Coffeshop

Summary by LLightz - He should never have taken it off in the coffee shop, but he'd been trying to shake off all the damn glitter that had caught on it from all the paraders outside, and then he'd been distracted by the long-legged strawberry blonde who'd brought him the iced mocha... and now the priceless cloak of levitation was missing! That mysterious kid had run past so it was possible he might have snatched it, but there were so many people around that he didn't know where to start looking... Strange was going to kill him !!!

Prompts by @rebelmeg - pet fic, bakery AU, crack

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Iron Mouse was supposed to be a joke, not a thing. Rhodey was snickering madly while Sam grinned mischievously. Tony hated his friends and coworkers. He was a god damn baker, not a pet caregiver. Well... until now apparently.

Prompts by @fightingforcreativity - Love letter, grieving, dancing

Summary by @themadhalewrites - He never expected that while we was grieving the death of a Tony, he would recieve a video love letter from Tony where he was drunk dancing to horrible music.

Prompts by @magicadraconia - Stars, "Oh, a wise guy, eh?", chicken soup

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - "And there you can follow the line of Taurus, then there is-"

"oh you're a wise fella, huh?"

"What-"

The brunet came closer and Tony saw that it was indeed the super soldier. "Mind if I sit and listen? Ma used to tell me about all the stars but I can't..."

Tony didn't need that sentence to be ended. He knew what Bucky was about to say, and he didn't want to hear the hurt so he interrupted with: "Only if you make that chicken soup for me and Morgan you did the other day."

Prompts by LLightz - Lake, Mythical creature, Parachute

Summary by @rebelmeg - Okay, so jumping out of a plane had been unplanned, but that's what parachutes were for. And now, Bucky was basically just having a nice, lazy float down, watching the world rise up to meet him with idle interest. At least... until he realized that he was drifting rather closer to the lake than he'd like. And, um... was there supposed to be something huge and MOVING in there?!

Prompts by @themadhalewrites - Lies, Baby bottles, "These aren't mine"

Summary by @dreaminglypeach - “I can explain, Pep!” Tony gushes, desperate to get the words out before she comes to her own conclusion about what’s going on here. “I know she said it’s mine, but it isn’t, I swear, there hasn’t been anyone but you for months, it’s a practical joke or something, I don’t know, just please, Pep, you have to believe me!”

Pepper, goddess that she is, just sighs, takes the baby from his arms, and proceeds to make it actually drink from the bottle Tony’s been trying to give it for twenty minutes now. “Okay,” she says. “We can figure this out.”

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@fightingforcreativity - Dancing

@themadhalewrites - "These aren't mine"

@dreaminglypeach - Alcohol

Summary by @magicadraconia - It had been a really good beach party, lots of booze, lots of pretty young women - and men - to dance with, but now Rhodey was trying to help him find his pants so he could go home. Ah, those looked like his! "Hey, wait a minute, these aren't mine!"

Prompts by @themadhalewrites - Lies, Baby bottles, "These aren't mine"

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Sometimes, in the depth of the night, Steve just needed something that would remind him of better days. Of days he had dreamed about being his everything. Those nights Steve took out a carton, filled with baby things, bottles, nappies all kind of stuffed animal things. Lies, beautiful lies in a beautiful box. Because Steve never had that. A baby. A family. How could he? He had been to sick to have a dame and when he wasn't anymore, he was in the war. "These aren't mine and yet..." And yet the blond wished for nothing more than to have buy those things for his own babe.

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@fightingforcreativity - Grieving & Love Letter

@dreaminglypeach - Alcohol, Dystopia, Nat

Summary by LLightz - She didn't think she could sink any lower than this... sitting on the blood and dirt stained floor at the foot of some stranger's bed, reading through their crinkled long-forgotten love letters with a quarter-full bottle of Vodka in one hand, a torn up kitten plushie tucked against her chest, and tears silently staining her face... she hadn't ever experienced any of this for herself and here she was, at the end of days, vicariously grieving through someone else's heart.

Prompts by @dreaminglypeach - Alcohol, dystopia, Nat

Summary by @rebelmeg - "Here's to us," Natasha reached over and clinked her chipped mug to Bucky's, very nearly clumsy in her movements. Which, considering who she was, meant she was probably so drunk she could be lit on fire and used as a torch, her blood alcohol content was so high.

"Lone survivors in a dead wilderness." Bucky intoned flatly, focusing very hard on not slurring. "Yay us."

"You think there's anyone else out there?" Nat nodded out, towards the ruined landscape outside the cave they'd taken shelter in.

With a shrug, Bucky finished off his drink and leaned back, bracing his weight on his elbows. "Who cares? This is all gonna be gone by tomorrow anyway. All that matters is that we get and stay drunk between now and then."

(And the commentary, because it’s too good)

Prompts by LLightz- Lake, Mythical creature, Parachute

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Springing out of the plane without the parachute, again, wasn't the greatest plan Steve had in a while. Everything arched, because he landing in the lake. How water could be so hard and hurt like a bitch was a mystery to him. How he hadn't drowned when he fell into it, because he froze, plagued by flashbacks, was another mystery. And who had that beautiful man been? the one how embraced him and... saved him?

Prompts by @dreaminglypeach - Alcohol, dystopia, Nat

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Nat was the last Avenger standing. Well, she didn't do much standing these days, nor fighting. But she was still there. Still inspiring a sense of fight in the youth. Being the last Avenger had hurt so much, she could understand now how Tony, who had lost everything over and over again, had lost himself in the bottle in the end. She did the same until she didn't. until Morgan and Peter and Harley and Shuri got to her. Helped her, inspired her to be the role model they needed to win. To finish the evil, the dictator who had ruled and burned them all for the past 10 years. She finally got up again, leading a war against Hydra, against Captain Hydra.

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@fightingforcreativity - grieving

@dreaminglypeach - alcohol

@themadhalewrites - lies

Summary by @rebelmeg - Was an ex-Hydra supersoldier assassin supposed to be cute? Especially when he was sitting on the floor, clutching a bottle of vodka like a teddy bear, and sobbing like a baby.

"You've gotta be kidding me." Sam muttered. "This has to be a joke."

Steve just shook his head as he facepalmed. "I reeeeeally wish it was."

"You LIED to me!" Bucky wailed, kicking out at Steve with a sniffle. "You LIAR. I hope your pants catch on fire IN YOUR SLEEP!"

"This is ridiculous." Sam swatted away Bucky's hand that was tugging at his pant leg. "Stop it. You are being stupid."

"HE'S A LYING LIAR WHO LIES!" Bucky bawled, taking another swig of vodka. "I DEMAND RESTITUTION."

(i have no idea what the lie was, but bucky is GRIEVING and it's VERY SERIOUS, SAM)

And more priceless commentary!

Prompts by @rebelmeg - pet fic, bakery AU, crack

Summary by @rebelmeg - Shuri cooed at the black panther cub in her arms, tickling it under the chin and beaming when it took a swipe at her hand. "I'm just SAYING, you'd probably get some really good business if you made treats for pets too. It's hard to find a good treat for cats." Bucky barely graced her with a glimpse of his resting murder face before turning away. "I am not making you gourmet cat treats for your illegal pet." "He's not illegal!" Shuri protested, cuddling the panther cub to her chest like he had insulted it.

"Does T'Challa know about it yet?"

The teenager blinked a couple times. "That's beside the point."

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@rebelmeg - pet fic, bakery AU, crack

@magicadraconia - Stars, "Oh, a wise guy, eh?", chicken soup

@themadhalewrites - Lies, Baby bottles, "These aren't mine"

LLightz - Lake, Mythical creature, Parachute

@dreaminglypeach - Alcohol, dystopia, Nat.

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Bucky had loved the dog next door when they had been kids. He had tried to argue with his ma over and over and over how he would take good care of a pet if he ever got one. but money was tight and his sisters and Steve's health were more important than having a pet. So one of the things Bucky did when he remembered and was 'fine' was looking for a dog. He hadn't expected to find a cat, but he loved her dearly. Bucky was stable for a while, had a cat, had a job at a local bakery and some odd jobs here and there. At night he would look in the sky, trying to figure constellations seeing the stars differently then he faintly remembered.

At the same time on one of those stars far away, a star named Earth, Tony Stark held his baby boy, feeding him some stardust with a bottle. Whispering, "One day you know you're the world. One day you know, you are a wise guy. But wisdom comes with age and until then you are smart."

Natalia was with him, in the back looking onward, knowing things she shouldn't. She had tried to drown the foresight with alcohol, it never lasted. Flashes of their world, their planet destroyed, burned and scourged plagued her since she was a small child. "These aren't mine" she had said over and over when the doctors viewed her mind, when BARF showed Tony her innermost secrets.

Beside Tony everyone judged her though. Believing her to be cruel and wanting this. But she didn't. The boy in Tony's arms proof of that. On silent soles she made into the kitchen cooking the chicken soup her mother taught her.

A side glance to the parachute they had rediscovered. The parachute of their friend and lost lover. It had floated on a lake not far away. And.... If myths were to be believed it would lead to a world beyond. To a star far away. A star Tony was looking at. A star Bucky hopefully now lived on. amongst the mythical creatures, cats.

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rorykillmore · 4 years

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so today is @firelxdykatara‘s birthday!!!! she asked for a fic with natasha in it, and i thought, well, villanelle went home a few days ago on denny but we never got to rp her’s and nat’s reunion. so i did a little fic of it!!! i hope you enjoy, kitty (and i hope i wrote nat okay, im love her) because i do adore this dynamic and i am just so happy we’ve gotten the chance to build it together as much as we have

also, have a wonderful wonderful birthday!!! i know this is not exactly the easiest time of year to be celebrating, but keep your chin up and know that you have friends who love you and certainly love getting to spend a little bit of extra time with you. you have lifted my mood more times than you know by just being around and making me laugh, so i hope i can return the favor <3

Natasha is telling her little parts are enough, and oddly and inexplicably, Vilanelle thinks just then that maybe this is the safest she’s ever felt with another person.

The house is quiet the night Villanelle finally goes home. For a moment, she stands there out on the front porch and just breathes in the familiarity, the smell of the ocean and fire pits from down at the beach on the breeze, the sound of waves crashing against the shore in the distance. It soothes her, even if imagining what might be waiting for her inside does not.

With her and Draco gone, maybe Natasha and Fox have already cleared out. Personally, Villanelle doesn’t see grief or mourning as very good reasons not to live in a gorgeous and expensive mansion, but people and their emotions can be so unpredictable sometimes.

Maybe they are just out doing something. Maybe they are planning her funeral. Villanelle had considered further delaying her return for the sole reason that it would be incredibly fun and dramatic to crash her own funeral.

But barring that, she should probably stop standing here wondering about it and actually go inside, she figures. So she steps up to the door, and --

Damn it.

It’s only when she tries the handle that she remembers she does not exactly have a key on her. To her own goddamn house. Wonderful.

Villanelle steps off the porch in favor of prowling the perimeter of the house instead, making for the pool deck in the back. Neither she nor her roommates are exactly the “hide a spare key under the doormat” type (they are all much too paranoid for that), but fuck, what is she, an amateur? If she cannot even break into her own home?

She’s just trying to figure out a way to do it without having to pay a window repair man -- and that’s when she rounds the corner of the mansion and sees that she was wrong. The house is not completely dark.

There is a light on in (what she estimates with a fair amount of confidence, considering how long she’s been here) Natasha’s window.

And suddenly, Villanelle gets the perfect idea.

Experimentally, she grips some of the ivy casing crawling along the wall and, once she’s sure it’s not going to give, she starts to climb. Natasha’s bedroom is only on the second floor, thankfully, so it’s not like she has to make it the whole way. When she gets up to the window, she pauses briefly to readjust herself before giving it a quick tap. She doesn’t even detect any movement in response, but she knows that’s most likely because Natasha is smart enough not to put herself in plain view of a potential intruder.

Sure enough, the curtain gets pulled back a second later, though, and Villanelle finds herself face to face with her friend with only a panel of glass to separate them.

Natasha stares.

Villanelle grins, and uses her free hand to give her a little wave.

She holds her position as Natasha finally seems to remember herself, unlocking the window and pulling it open, and by way of greeting -- “You... realize you could have knocked.”

“I did,” Villanelle responds innocently. “Technically.”

“At the door.”

“I thought you would respect me making an entrance.”

Natasha’s lips twitch, like she wants to smirk, but she doesn’t. Maybe she’s still a little too rattled. Villanelle will have to try harder. But that will have to wait until she actually climbs inside, which she does carefully when Natasha moves back in clear invitation.

“Surprised to see me?” she asks once she’s steadily back on her feet, offering Natasha a crooked grin.

Natasha doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, she first takes a moment to study Villanelle, who studies her right back, taking a quiet sort of delight in how good she’s gotten at reading Natasha’s usually inscrutable expressions.

She takes less delight in the troubled shadow of sadness she sees in Natasha’s eyes, but... well, what can she do? She can’t take back the fact that she was forced into the Games. Or the fact that she died there.

“There were rumors some of the tributes were coming back,” Natasha finally responds. “But the RID hasn’t gotten anywhere close to verifying all of them. So... yes.” She gives Villanelle a tired sort of smile.

Unexpectedly, Villanelle wants to reach out to her. That’s a relatively new impulse -- so far, she’s shied away from too much physical contact with most of her reunions, or at the very least being the one to initiate it. Maybe the difference here is that Nat has always been so unexpectedly grounding for Villanelle -- not that she would ever be sappy enough to put that into words. But --

-- In some ways, it’s only now that she’s here with Natasha that it finally registers that she’s home.

She curbs her impulse and sits down on the edge of Natasha’s bed instead, shrugging. “It was a surprise to me too,” she admits simply. Understatement of the century, but that part probably doesn’t need to be said.

Carefully, quietly, Natasha sits down beside her. “...I’m not going to ask if you’re okay, because at this point that’s a stupid question.”

Villanelle hums in agreement.

“But depending on your level of... not okay, I’m... you know. I’m here.”

And Villanelle supposes that she wouldn’t have gone to all the trouble of scaling the wall to climb in through Natasha’s bedroom window if she had not, on some level, wanted her to be. She considers for another stretch of silence before she attempts a response. “...You know what it’s like.” Perhaps not the Hunger Games specifically, but extreme conditions of survival, endless cycles of violence, trauma? Villanelle is sure Natasha’s on the same page. “Sometimes it is best to just compartmentalize and move on.”

Natasha exhales slowly, but there’s nothing remotely judgmental in her expression. “It’s certainly easiest,” she agrees, without pushing. Villanelle instinctively relaxes a fraction. “Especially since you haven’t exactly had a lot of privacy over the last few weeks. It’s just... sometimes it’s also good to have people you don’t have to hide everything from.”

It’s the way Natasha says it that makes Villanelle pause before just shoving the idea away completely. Most other people, Villanelle knows, would have said “you can talk to me” or “you don’t have to hide from me” or some bullshit like that, expecting her to open up like a book waiting to be read.

But Natasha knows that for people like them - people who have worn and shed the skins of many, many different personas, who may not even know who they really are if they dig deep enough underneath all that - it’s not such an easy thing to do. An impossibility, even, to give someone the whole of yourself, or even just the whole of a singular feeling, when you are so used to only chipping off and offering little parts.

Natasha is telling her little parts are enough, and oddly and inexplicably, Vilanelle thinks just then that maybe this is the safest she’s ever felt with another person. She sighs, and then laughs, the sound rusty with disuse. “It feels weird. Giving your life for someone else. Not good. Not special.”

Silence answers her briefly as Natasha turns to stare at the wall opposite, her mouth twisting wryly, sadly. “...Yeah. I know what you mean.”

And she does, Villanelle realizes belatedly. Everything before the Games feels so much further away now, but she still remembers that ridiculous future marriage they’ve both avoided talking about. And she still remembers what Natasha told her, even if she has been trying to do Natasha the courtesy of pretending that she didn’t.

“I know what you did in there must go against all of your instincts. And everything you’ve been taught,” Natasha starts, her voice hitched with just enough emotion for Villanelle to know she’s speaking from experience. “...But you made your own choice. And you did it for someone you love. And whatever else you want to think about it, Villanelle, that still proves that you are so much more than just anything anyone could train you to be. Than every fucked up thing you’ve been through.”

Villanelle swallows without saying anything and stares down at her hands. It makes her think of what Natasha said before, when she had described the sacrifice she’d made for Clint. That she was broken. Villanelle has never thought of herself as “broken”, at least not in any kind of self-deprecating way, but she feels a little bit like she is now.

Mostly, though, she thinks about how Natasha came here after dying. How Natasha has probably not had anyone to tell her these things. And Villanelle, surely, would not be very good at it if she tried, but...

...She finally reaches out the way she wants to, and squeezes one of Nat’s hands with her own. “So are you,” she asserts firmly, determinedly, staring back at Natasha with all the adoration she can still muster (surprisingly, a lot, even given how exhausted she is) as if she can single-handedly, telepathically convince Natasha of how amazing she is.

And when Natasha squeezes her hand back tightly, Villanelle thinks, maybe she can’t fix everything for Nat just like Nat can’t fix everything for her.

But maybe they can do it in little parts, just like everything else.

#fic #[disaster russian assassins who have never known normalcy in their lives grasping hands]

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the-lavi-to-your-kanda · 5 years

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Bucky/OC (Commission for the lovely @aoi-hina) NS FW (but I don’t want tumblr banning me so it’s getting tagged as a lemon *sigh*)

Jenna took a sip from the glass of cider on the table and glanced around the room. She was sitting deep in the bar where she wouldn’t be noticed. It was one of those Irish themed bars which were obviously popular on Saint Patrick's day. The kind with a very simple aesthetic: deep wood, deep green, and ugly carpet. On any day but Saint Paddy’s, it was just a bunch of older men with sour looks about them. Sometimes they were drinking with friends, sometimes they were drinking alone. Either way, it was a brink your beer and mind your own business sort of place, which made her stand out a little with the cider. Still, it was a glass of something, so at a glance it was easy to ignore.

She was waiting for everyone that had fought with Steve against the Sokovia Accords. She wasn’t sure if all of them would come, but she’d hoped there would already be a few of them around. She tried not to look around too much. The men around had started to notice. She checked her phone instead but there weren’t any messages. That wasn’t too surprising, she supposed. Sending messages to people about illegally meeting up when you’re a vigilante and wanted for war crimes wasn’t such a good idea. She searched through her phone to see if there was any sort of coded message she hadn’t realised the meaning of, but everything seemed pretty standard. It was while she was doing this that someone approached the table. She glanced up expecting it to be one of the men from the bar but relaxed when she found Sam sitting across from. ‘Hey,’ Her shoulders relaxed. ‘Hey. No one else has shown up yet?’ He glanced around the bar but must have made eye contact since he quickly turned his attention back to Jenna. She shook her head. ‘Did you come with anyone?’ She shook her head again. ‘What about Bucky?’ Jenna felt her face warm up. ‘Why would I have come with Bucky?’ Sam shrugged, ‘I thought you two tended to spend a lot of time together.’ Jenna took another sip of her drink and shook her head. ‘No, it’s not- I mean, no. I, uh,’ She tucked a stray hair behind her ear. ‘What about you, did you come with anyone?’ He shook his head. ‘Great,’ She muttered. She did that thing where she pressed the glass to her lips without really drinking and then swallowed. People in bars were always more relaxed if you at least looked like you were drinking. ‘Do you know what Cap wanted to meet about?’ Sam inhaled slowly like he was trying not to sigh. ‘I really have no idea. But if he doesn’t show up, I’m kicking his ass.’ Jenna felt a smile tug up her lips at that. ‘Falcon versus Captain America,’ She said with a soft laugh. Sam rolled his eyes, but he was laughing too. Thankfully, the next time the door opened Natasha stepped in. She was really good at blending into a crowd, but this wasn’t her scene at all. She had the whole blue jeans and a hoodie look, but there was no denying that she didn’t seem like a usual patron of the pub. Maybe it was her figure, maybe it was her face. Jenna couldn’t tell, but either way, it attracted the gaze of most people. It only took a few more minutes after that for Steve and Bucky to show up. Bucky seemed a little nervous; he had that slight slouch about him, and his eyes kept darting around. Steve, on the other hand, looked perfectly comfortable in the room. Maybe it was because he was the age of most of the men hanging around. They both came to sit at the table Jenna had bagged and Bucky took the seat beside her. Their thighs rubbed together slightly, and she smiled at the contact. They waited a few more minutes for Scott and Clint, but they both seemed to be no-shows. Steve decided to get down to business but to be prepared to catch people up when they got there. Business was kind of scary. Now that they were officially wanted by the police, Jenna found their situation far more terrifying. They weren’t exactly a group that blended in, but she didn’t think anyone would snitch on Captain America. It was a hard position to be in. Still, she tried to push all of that to the back of her mind and focus on what Steve was saying. A quick summary: some people needed help, and they could (and should) help tomorrow morning. It was difficult and dangerous and everything else, but it was the right thing. Maybe it sounded a little cliché, but Steve had a way of speaking that stirred Jenna toward the desire to help. When Steve was done talking, everyone agreed to stay for a while. Half of it was about image (if they all left right away, they were obviously up to something) and half was because they all really did enjoy spending time together. They started with just regular chatting, then got up to play billiards. Jenna figured she’d probably be pretty good at billiards. Sure, it was totally different to archery, but after a couple sips of cider she could pretend they were similar, right? It didn’t matter, either way, nobody was really trying to win. They’d organised themselves into two teams, and she noticed Bucky had chosen to sit out and watch. When it was her turn, she found that she was rather lucky to find her shot lined up rather well. Not just in the classic way of the game itself, but because it gave her the opportunity to make sure Bucky caught her eye before bending over the billiard table. She could practically feel his eyes on her body as she lined up her shot. After she successfully sank the ball she was aiming for, she shot a look back over her shoulder to see Bucky was, indeed, staring. She tried to act innocent while she wandered over to him. He watched her every step of the way. ‘You’re not playing?’ She asked as she leaned against the wall beside him. ‘You’ve already got even teams.’ ‘Yeah, but I’m sure we could figure something out if you wanted to play.’ His eyes trailed over her body. ‘I’m quite happy watching.’ Jenna was trying to think of a response when she was called back to the game. This time, she didn’t bother making eye contact with Bucky. She knew he was watching her while she sat up on the billiard table to make her next shot. She barely managed to focus on the shot as she kept resisting the urge to glance up and see Bucky’s eyes on her. She missed. Probably due to her distraction, but she laughed it off and blamed the cider. She returned to her position beside Bucky. ‘So, are you worried about tomorrow?’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘Why would I be?’ ‘Well,’ She thought for a second, ‘Cap said it was going to be dangerous.’ ‘Most of what we do is dangerous,’ He replied, shrugging his shoulders. Jenna considered this quietly. It was true. Fighting criminals was never easy, especially when you yourself were considered one. Although, to be fair, she didn’t consider herself or anyone with her as anything like the people they hunted down. They saved lives from people who tried to take them. The fact that the government couldn’t see the difference wasn’t their fault. ‘Aren’t you ever scared you won’t make it back?’ ‘Are you?’ ‘Sometimes.’ They both just stared at each other for a moment. ‘I mean, aren’t you ever out there, fighting, and worried you might not make it back?’ She reached out one hand and gently brushed her fingers over his arm. She hadn’t realised it was the metal arm until her hand was resting on it. He glanced down at her hand briefly before meeting her eyes again. She wondered if not coming back once made it easier or scarier. ‘I don’t know, it’s complicated.’ He replied. She supposed with his past it might be confusing for him, but there weren’t that many shades of grey for her. Her throat was tight as she replied, ‘I worry about you.’ Bucky’s eyes dropped to her lips briefly before returning steady to her eyes. Jenna felt her cheeks warming as she glanced down to his lips. She could feel herself leaning towards him. ‘I worry about you too,’ Bucky replied. He was very obviously intending on kissing her. She wanted him to, but she was also aware of everyone else around them. Maybe, she thought, they wouldn’t notice if it were quick. They were interrupted by Steve calling Jenna over to take her turn. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and made her way back to the game. She couldn’t help but glance to Bucky, to see him watching her. The game continued for a few more rounds. Steve bought a few rounds of drinks, which Jenna supposed made sense considering the danger of the next day. She chose to remain sober, not just because she didn’t want the hangover the next morning, but because if this were her last night, she wouldn’t want to forget it. Sam and Nat had gotten a little more relaxed and quite a bit louder. Steve, who couldn’t get drunk anyway, seemed to respond to the change in atmosphere and also loosened up quite a bit. Eventually, their attention fell from the game and they all ended up sitting back around the table talking. Once again, Bucky was beside Jenna, although he now had an arm around her shoulders. Their legs, once again, were against each other; only now Jenna was doing it on purpose. She was feeling oddly brave and even had one hand resting on Bucky’s leg. She was always surprised by how strong his legs were; how firm they were beneath her hand. Every now and then his fingers would brush along her shoulder and a shudder would rush down her back at the sensation. Everybody else seemed to notice, but she and Bucky acted like they weren’t aware of it. It was probably unnecessary, and maybe even a little childish, but Jenna wanted to present an air of professionalism and flirting with Bucky probably wouldn’t give her that. Finally, it was time to leave. If they stayed out any later some people might have trouble getting home, or they might just have trouble with waking up early in the morning to work. They said their goodbyes, but nobody seemed to linger too long. That was probably because they all intended to see each other soon anyway. Bucky followed Jenna out of the door and away from everyone before asking, “Do you mind if I crash at yours?” She felt heat rise in her cheeks. She knew exactly what that meant coming from Bucky and she was glad no one else had heard it since they probably all knew as well. “Yeah, no problem.” She looked up to see a little grin on his face and his hand slipped into her back pocket. She put her own arm around his waist. The two walked like that for a while until they came across an alleyway. Often, Jenna didn’t take this shortcut. The idea of fighting her way back out sounded annoying even when it wasn’t overly likely to happen sine there usually wasn’t anyone there. Tonight, however, she had Bucky, and Bucky wasn’t a small guy so, most likely, they would be left entirely alone. Bucky, obviously thought it meant something else when she led him into the alley as he stopped and tugged on her back pocket, making her spin around. It was a little ridiculous, but also kind of cute. Now that she was facing him, he finally kissed her. His lips were soft and sweet against hers. She rested her hands against his chest, and he let his hands rest on her ass. She kissed him more deeply, letting her tongue slide along his lip. He slipped his hands down to her thighs and then picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his hips. He walked her over to the nearby wall and pressed her against it. She could feel the rough brick through her clothes and the strength of Bucky’s muscles beneath his shirt. His hands tensed against her legs when her hands started to explore his chest: the firmness of his pecs, the tension in his biceps, his abs through his shirt. It made her shudder. Her legs tensed when his mouth moved from her lips down to her neck and collarbone. His teeth nipped at her skin and she could tell there would be little yellowish marks in the morning. One of Bucky’s hands lifted from beneath her thigh and slipped between her legs to her groin where he started to gently rub. She put her head back against the brick and sighed. She wondered how far Bucky really planned on going in this alley. She didn’t really have to think about it too much as people started walking by. She tapped him on the shoulder and whispered, “Uh, Bucky, can we do this somewhere else?’ He looked up to see the people walking past and put Jenna down. The two carried on walking and he put his hand back into her back pocket. There really was a chance that the two of them might not make it back the next day, and Jenna wasn’t going to take the chance that she might miss her last opportunity to fuck Bucky. Once she opened the door to her apartment, she turned around and put her hands around Bucky’s neck. He responded by placing his hands on her ass and kissing her roughly. He led her backwards into the room, kicking the door shut with his foot. Her apartment could be considered small, but she considered it just right. It was sleek and modern, with a black couch sitting squarely in front of a mounted T.V. The back of Jenna’s legs hit up against the couch and she quickly found herself tumbling back onto it. Bucky came down with her and the two fell heavily onto the cushions with a muffled thump and a couple little grunts. Jenna felt her blood rush to her face at the realisation that Bucky’s leg was right between her legs. Bucky seemed to realise too as he moved in such a way that his leg rubbed against her clit through her pants. She gasped lightly and her hands gripped into Bucky’s hair. He responded by repeating the action, making he buck her hips. Bucky kissed down her neck and started to unbutton her shirt to go even further. His hands crept their way up her sides and she shuddered as she remembered just how much she loved the cool metal of his prosthetic. Before she knew it, his lips had reached her stomach and he was pulling down her pants. They came off relatively smoothly, although she had almost expected to have to struggle to get them off. Bucky adjusted the two of them (practically lifting her to do it) so that he was in-between her legs. His blue eyes smouldered when they met hers. He kept eye contact while he dragged his tongue up from the edge of her underwear to her bellybutton. She shuddered at the sensation. He bit into the top of her underwear and started to pull them down with his teeth. She wasn’t sure how much of her moan was due to the actual sensation of her underwear sliding down her legs and how much was due to the simple knowledge of what he was doing. When her underwear had slipped down to her midthigh, Bucky pulled back to remove them completely before settling back between her legs and pressing his tongue to her clit. She gasped at the sensation before he even started to move. He started with a simple side to side motion. It was gentle and he kept his touches light, teasing. She leaned her head back with a moan as she let her legs wrap around his shoulders. As Bucky continued to lick away at her clit, she tried not to squeeze her legs too hard. On the one hand, he had mentioned that there was an appeal to her thighs squeezing his head. On the other hand, she didn’t really want to suffocate him. Having him pull away because he couldn’t breath wasn’t in her best interest. Especially when he started to move downward, and his tongue started to lick at her labia and slip inside her. She arched her back a little and moaned. The motion obviously encouraged Bucky; who’s fingers started to dig into her waist. It didn’t take long for Jenna to start moaning and bucking her hips. She was so close to cumming and it was fairly obvious. Tragically, though, this was when Bucky chose to pull away. She moaned out her frustration, looking down to him; expecting to see him rubbing his sore jaw or something. Instead she found him pulling away and getting out from between her legs. ‘Where’re you going?’ She asked a little confused by his sudden stopping. ‘I need a shower.’ He turned and started walking toward the bathroom. Jenna watched him for a second, fairly confused by the sudden change. He turned back to her after realising she was still lying there. ‘Are you coming?’ He asked. She grumbled under her breath, ‘I was about to,’ before getting up and following him. Her legs were a little on the woozier side, but she found that walking seemed to shake it off. As they were walking, Bucky started removing his own clothes. Jenna was behind him and got to see the way his back muscles moved while he stripped. Her mouth watered at the sight as he started to remove his pants and underwear to reveal his ass and legs. She followed him into the bathroom. The bathroom had a similarly crisp aesthetic to the rest of her apartment. The shower was rather large, a rarity in the current housing climate. Bucky turned on the water and headed in, beckoning for Jenna to join him. She waited a moment to watch the water run its way down his body. Her eyes traced the V-line from his stomach down to his groin to his dick. She felt her mouth watering again as she stepped into the water with him. The water was a little cooler than she usually had it, but warm enough not to concern her. She pressed a kiss to his lips, and she felt his tongue run along her bottom lip. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. She blushed a little at the sensation of their hips connecting and shuddered when she felt his dick press against her. She tangled her fingers into his hair, it was so soft, and the water was just starting to wet it. She could feel his hand, skin against skin, started to move from the small of her back around to the front of her stomach. She felt goose-bumps raise and her breath catch as his hand slipped down between her legs. It was a little wet form the water which helped his hand move a little more smoothly as his fingers started to rub at her clit. Jenna let out a little gasp at the sensation. She reached down to grab Bucky’s dick, but his metal hand wrapped around her wrist. She knew what this meant, he did this whenever he wanted to fuck her for hours. She didn’t really mind since it meant she would get to be fucked for hours. Bucky’s fingers slipped inside her and she let out a small moan. She gripped his shoulders and lifted her leg up around his waist. She almost slipped, but Bucky’s metal arm caught her at the small of her back and held her tight. The action also pushed his fingers further into her making her breath catch in her throat. She could feel his fingers moving inside her, pressing against her g-spot. She put her head back and moaned at the sensation as shudders raced up her spine. The water running between their bodies seemed to somehow heighten every sensation. She didn’t really think that was true, but she couldn’t deny how warm everything was. The warmth of the water, the warmth of his body, the warmth of his fingers inside her. Goose-bumps raised all over her body and her moans became louder and closer together. She could feel her muscles tensing and knew she was close. Once again, Bucky stopped at this critical moment. Jenna let out a frustrated grunt as he lowered her leg and peppered little kisses around her collar bone and neck. The two left the shower and dried off. Jenna’s legs were shaking again, but she was still steady enough to get her to the bedroom. She barely had time to walk into the room before Bucky picked her up. He had ducked down and grabbed her legs, placing them on his shoulders before standing back up. She had his head between her legs and his tongue was quick to start licking at her clit again. She had to control herself to make sure she didn’t fling herself back too far or else she might get dropped. Bucky had a fairly good hold on her, but it was still a little unnerving to think of accidentally making him drop her. She buried her hands into his hair to try and stop him from puling away again when her muscles started to tense again. She wasn’t sure if it worked or if he was just feeling kind enough to let her cum. The sense of relief from finally being able to orgasm was almost better than the orgasm itself. Bucky somehow managed to navigate blind to the bed, which he lowered Jenna onto. The soft mattress and sheets bent beneath her back. She was breathing heavily, and Bucky paused for a moment to let her catch her breath. When her breathing was back to normal, she glanced down to see Bucky kissing her stomach, but moving back down. When he reached her clit again, he started to flick his tongue at it. She was already fairly sensitive after just cumming, so her didn’t need to add much pressure to make her squirm and moan. She thought he would make her cum again but pulled away at the last moment to kiss up her stomach again. When his mouth reached her breast, he started to lick and suck at her nipple. His hands were creeping up her sides and she felt her skin growing warm under his touch. She adjusted so that she could reach down to his dick which she started to massage. He let out a bit of a growl in response that was, undeniably, really fucking hot. He was already a little hard (which made Jenna flush to think about), but she could feel him getting firmer in her hand. Her hand wasn’t moving as smoothly as she would like it to, but her lube was in the bedside table. The idea of stopping was less than appealing. She would have preferred to simply continue as they were, but sadly sex had certain requirements. She pushed Bucky off gently so she could grab the lube and a condom from the drawer. When she got the lube, she found that Bucky was watching her with those smouldering eyes. She wasn’t usually a fan of blue eyes, but there was something about his eyes. Maybe they were just such a particular shade of blue that made her stomach squirm, or maybe it was just him in particular. She opened the bottle of lube and placed some on her hand before returning to massaging his dick. Her hand moved more smoothly along the length. Bucky let out another of those little growls that made her want to pounce on him. She kept her pace slow and her grip fairly soft; neither of them wanted this to be over quickly. Bucky’s hand, again, gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away. The cool metal of his hand made her heart beat a little faster. He stepped off the bed and led her gently from the bed. There, she knelt down in front of him. He let go of her wrist and grabbed her chin instead. ‘Beg,’ He said simply. Jenna felt her eyes focusing on his dick but forced them up to his eyes. ‘Please,’ she whispered. His hand clenched slightly, ‘Beg,’ He repeated. She licked her lips and moaned softly. ‘Please,’ This was more of a whine than a whisper. ‘Better.’ She could feel him trying not to dig his fingers into her cheeks as he released her chin and pressed his dick to her lips. She opened her mouth hungrily and let him slip inside her mouth. She focused on making sure her tongue moved and shifted against his length since she already knew she couldn’t fit the whole thing in her mouth. She kept her attention on the tip, rubbing her tongue into the slit. She watched him shut his eyes and clench his jaw on a moan. She felt a rush knowing that she was causing him to do that. It made it very difficult not to speed up. She wanted this to take a while, but she also wanted him to really moan, not just hold moans back. She wanted to taste the salt of his precum in her mouth, but she also knew the longer it took, the sweeter it would taste. Bucky looked down to her with an unspoken question in his eyes. She knew what he wanted and nodded her head a little. She relaxed her throat as much as she could while she felt his fingers tangle into the hair on the back of her head. After a moment later and his hand pushed her forward, forcing his dick deep into her throat. She ignored the movement of her tongue while he fucked her face, instead focusing on breathing around each thrust. She watched his face while he fucked hers, but her eyes often wandered down over the rest of him. Especially the way his abs moved with each thrust. She reached up to steady herself by gripping onto his legs, then letting her hands roam upward to his ass. The soft skin and firm muscle of his ass that shifted with every thrust made her mouth water. The water-based lube mixed with the saliva in her mouth making the dick slip deeper into her mouth with even more ease. The sweet taste of precum touched her tongue, and Bucky removed himself from her mouth. She kept it open for a moment, panting, before closing it. He watched her for a moment before commanding her, ‘Get up.’ She did as she was told. ‘Turn around, and bend over the bed.’ She did this as well. Not being able to see him made her shiver with anticipation. His hands slid gently over her legs and ass. She wanted to turn around, but that would spoil half the fun, so she just waited. She listened to him open the bottle of lube and could tell her was spreading it over his fingers. Then there was the sensation of cold liquid against her labia, making her jump slightly before settling into the feeling. One of his fingers slipped inside her and he leaned whisper in her ear, ‘Does that feel good, pet?’ She let out a soft moan before replying, ‘Yes.’ ‘Do you want me inside you?’ ‘God, yes!’ Bucky’s breath tickled her ear when he laughed. ‘Do you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk?’ It occurred to Jenna in this moment that, most likely, he was fucking her with intention. Specifically, the intention of having her incapable of going out to fight the next morning. She tossed up the actual consequences of this, but, realistically, she was practically aching for him. ‘Yes. Please, fuck me.’ Bucky laughed again before returning to his standing position. She heard him open the condom and there was a break when she could tell he was putting it on. She could feel him touching her, then the sensation of something pressing against her before pushing its way in. She gasped and her hands curled in the sheets. He pushed himself all the way inside her before reaching around and playing with her clit. The sensation had her already bucking her hips. She was too strung up to last too long and she knew it, but they were at a point now where it wouldn’t matter. The tension in her muscles built until she felt herself release with a rush of euphoria, but Bucky didn’t seem to care and kept fucking her. Hard. His hand found its way back into her hair and pushed down so her face was in the mattress. She responded by wiggling her ass a little, which earned her another little growl. Cold metal grabbed her thigh and then pulled her leg up, resting her knee over his shoulder and holding her tight. The position was a little uncomfortable, but she didn’t mind, she was more preoccupied with the sensation of Bucky slamming roughly into her. He was so deep inside her and just the thought of it made her muscles twitch and tense. She could tell she wasn’t going to cum again for a while, that was fine by her. She could last longer that way and she’d need to if she wanted to make Bucky cum too. Her body had given up trying to cum, but she tried to keep her pussy tight around his cock. That was easier said than done since she was already feeling rather tired. When Bucky finally came, Jenna was so exhausted she thought she might immediately pass out. He lowered her leg and left for a moment. She assumed he was taking off his condom and rolled over so she was on her back. She stared at the ceiling and tried to slow her breathing. Bucky returned and lifted her bridal style from the bed. ‘You okay?’ He asked. He was a little short of breath, and it made his voice sound rather sweet. ‘Yeah, I’m good,’ She replied pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. ‘Shower?’ ‘Yeah,’ She said with a laugh. The next morning, as she had expected, Jenna’s legs hurt. The muscles were sore and she felt weak standing on them. She’d just have to hope that her body would either get over it quickly or the people they would be fighting against would leave her mostly alone. Bucky still made some attempts to convince her to stay behind since she was in pain, but she wasn’t going to back down.

#lemon #bucky/oc #aoi-hina

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America’s Bucket List

Main Pairing: America/Russia

Side Pairing: England/France

Rating: T

Word Count: 11,201

Warnings: some angst, some fluff, Major Character Death (??? Sorta. Maybe it should be mentions of major character death...), some mature language

Summary: Alfred recruits Russia to help him do a list of ten things.

Notes: I posted this on ao3 awhile ago then completely forgot to post it here, whoops. Also, I know that the flight times are really messed up but for the sake of plot just imagine a plane that goes really really fast and almost never needs to stop for fuel.

Alfred rocked back on his heels and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking over his shoulder almost nervously as he waited for the man to open the door. He puffed out a breath of air and watched as it left his mouth almost looking like smoke, like he used to do when he was a kid. Sometimes Alfred would pretend he was a dragon breathing fire when he did that, and other times he would pretend he was smoking. Now he was just cold.

He knew that the other man was home, but seeing as it was two in the morning he might be asleep. Alfred briefly considered just breaking in like he did back during the Cold War, but decided against it. He wanted Russia’s help, not to have the other man hate him more than he did.

It took three more knocks but the door finally opened and for a moment sapphire clashed with sleepy amethyst. Alfred smirked slightly, allowing his eyes to wander the man’s cute tousled hair, “Oh sorry, did I wake you up?” He teased. Russia frowned and closed the door.

Alfred whined and banged his fist on the door, “Vanya, come on! Open the door, I’m fucking cold.” He didn’t really think Russia would reopen and so he turned around to leave. He wondered briefly who he could go to. England, France, and Canada all closed the door when they saw him too, and didn’t reopen it. Maybe Japan… but Japan kinda hates him right now.

...Everyone does.

The door reopened and Russia called, “What do you want, Amerika?” His accent thickened in the early morning. Alfred grinned and whirled around. He bounded up the steps and shoved past the owner of the house to let himself in. He maneuvered the large home until he found the fireplace and went to stand in front of it.

As he warmed himself he babbled, “You know, you don’t need to call me America anymore. I mean, the states have disbanded so I’m not a country. Besides, on my last day being alive couldn’t you at least attempt to be informal with me? I mean, I think you and I have been through enough shit in the past for you to call me by my name.”

Russia interrupted, “If I call you Alfred, will you stop joking around and get to the point?”

Alfred laughed loudly and turned around, “Sure thing big guy!” He paused and let his gaze roam the interior of the sitting room. It looked clean and cozy. The beige couch near the back wall looked comfortable enough for him to take a nap on. He probably would if he had the time.

He snapped his gaze to his host and took a moment to stare at his once-friend, once-rival, now… something else. Russia had dressed down for bed and was wearing, instead of his normal long coat and formal clothing, sweatpants, a tank top, and his long white scarf. If Alfred remembered correctly, even when they were close during imperial times he had worn that thing to bed. He once remembered when he asked Russia if he were afraid he would choke during the night, and Russia laughed softly and ruffled his hair. He had told him that no, he was not afraid of choking nor was he afraid the he would ruin the scarf. He didn’t explain, and Alfred didn’t have the attention-span to ask him to.

Alfred sobered slightly, he almost wished he had, “Okay buddy, here’s why I’m here. I’m going to die today.” Russia looked taken aback. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it, then opened it again. No words came out. America continued, “Like I said, my states have disbanded. They’re all their own separate countries now. I only have until midnight tonight until I join Rome in wherever he went.”

“Are you sure?” Ivan gazed at him in disbelief, “I mean, Prussia disbanded but he’s still hanging around…”

Alfred laughed, not nearly as boldly as he had before, “Yeah, I still don’t know why that is. There are a number of theories, but that doesn’t matter right now.” He held out his hand, “Give me your hand.” Russia pursed his lips but followed direction. Alfred pulled Russia towards him just enough to put Russia’s hand over his heart. Russia’s disbelief faded into acceptance at what he felt. Or rather, what he didn’t feel, “My heart’s no longer beating.” Alfred didn’t need to tell him, but he did anyway.

Russia nodded and took his hand away. He didn’t meet Alfred’s gaze as he asked, “So what’s your plan? Do you really want to spend your last day alive with me?”

Alfred smiled, “There’s no one I would rather be with.” Russia’s gaze met his own and he arched an eyebrow, not at all believing the sunny blond. Alfred amended, “Actually, I tried my family before coming here, but they didn’t reopen the door. Iggy told me to come back when it wasn’t one in the fucking morning.”

“Did you tell them why you were there?” Russia tried.

Alfred shook his head, “No, you’re the only one who knows. I mean, sure they all know the status of my states, but they don’t know that I’m gonna disappear after today is done.” He brightened up, “We’re wasting time!” He told the other cheerfully, “What do you say big guy? Are you up for one last adventure?”

Russia gave a rare non-creepy smile, “Sure. I have time to indulge one last childish fantasy of yours.”

Alfred laughed and scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “Actually it’s ten last childish fantasies.” He fished around in his jacket pocket for a moment and pulled out a crinkled piece of paper. He opened it and scanned through the contents before turning to the nation, “I wrote out a bucket list of things I need to accomplish before I die. They’re the people who I feel I need to say goodbye to, without them knowing it’s me saying goodbye.”

Russia’s eyes sparkled with amusement, “Alright, that sounds fun. Who’s first?”

“Your sisters.” Russia’s smile dropped and Alfred hurriedly added, “It’s nothing bad or perverted or anything like that!”

After what felt like forever the older nation nodded, “I will go change, you should call my personal airplane.” Nations get their own method of flying when they need to visit the other countries quickly. Alfred used to have a helicopter. With Russia’s personal vehicle they would be able cross the world very quickly.

Alfred picked up the phone and called the number he had once memorized. The pilot didn’t seem surprised to hear him on the other line. They had grown used to the other nations demanding to use each other’s personal vehicles.

When Russia returned he had put on his normal attire. They heard the sound of the airplane landing outside and Russia looked at him, “Are you ready to go?”

For the first time since Alfred made this plan he actually felt almost nervous, “Yeah I’m ready.” He lied, “We need to go to Belarus first.”

Russia shuddered but complied, leading the way outside to the plane. Alfred turned around before entering, allowing himself one last look at the home that he'd spent a lot of his time trying to break into. Not out of malicious intent, he just liked to bug Russia.

The flight to Belarus's place lasted half an hour. Alfred took this time to talk to Russia. He didn't talk about any topic in particular, he just enjoyed talking to someone who actually listened to him. Russia didn't turn to read a book or look outside or at his phone. His attention remained on Alfred the entire time. He only interrupted when Alfred got on a different train of thought.

When they arrived at her home neither were surprised to see her awake and waiting for them. She ignored Alfred completely and went to latch onto her brother, "I missed you." She didn't sound like she missed him in the way that she, as his sister, should have.

Russia looked at Alfred almost pleadingly and the American laughed, "Hey Nat, good to see ya too." She looked at him and frowned for a moment, before brightening up. Well, brightening up as much as possible for her. She walked away from her brother and stood in front of Alfred, looking him up and down, "You look terrible." She informed.

Alfred winked, "You're as lovely as ever."

She wasn't amused but she didn't try to stab him. She must be in a good mood, "What do you want? Why are you spending time with Big Brother?"

Alfred thought about how to broach the subject carefully, without setting her off or getting his request denied, "Actually, is Ukraine here?"

"She is." Belarus's eyes narrowed, "Why use her country name? She gave you permission to use her human one. You used my human one."

Alfred waved his hand, "Don't think too much on it." He dismissed, "Can you bring her out." Belarus didn't move, "Please?" He pouted and gave his best puppy dog eyes. The girl relented and disappeared inside her house. Alfred was pleased to see that she didn't hate him. Once upon a time she wasn't too fond of him, but when the Soviet Union collapsed she had come to live at Alfred's place for a little bit before returning to Russia's side. She was fun and all but she was exhausting.

When Belarus returned, she had her older sister following closely behind. Ukraine, like Belarus, first went to greet Russia. After all, he was the more important of the two guests now. Back when Alfred was a country and, he'll admit, kind of a dick sometimes, they always greeted him out of fear that he'd do or say something cruel. He didn't mean to, it just slipped out. Now he was back to how he was pre-world wars, so a little less dickish.

After Ukraine finished checking on Russia, i.e. is he feeling alright, has he been eating, has he been getting enough sleep, is his scarf irritating him at all, is anything at all uncomfortable etc. she turned to Alfred, "So what brings you so early in the morning?"

Alfred grinned, now seemed like the perfect time, "I need your help with accomplishing a major task that I once challenged myself to complete." Both sisters tilted their head curiously at the same time. Alfred found that adorable. He continued, "Belarus."

"What?" The girl snapped, answering to her name.

Alfred shook his head, "No, you're the task." All three Russians frowned and Alfred explained, "See, when I first met you, you terrified me. That's probably because you tried to stab me in the ribs with a knife."

"I'm not sorry." She told him, her expression blank.

Alfred laughed again, "I didn't think you would be. Anyway, I vowed to myself that one day, I would receive a sweet, genuine, not at all creepy or threatening hug from you."

It took a minute for the three of them to process this, "You want me to hug you." Belarus repeated.

Alfred nodded but put up a hand to stop her from walked over to him from where she was now latched onto her brother's arm, "Yes, but there's a catch to this hug. It needs to be affectionate, but not the type of affection where you grab my butt like last time."

"I'm not sorry about that either." She interjected once more.

Alfred grinned, "Neither am I. But I mean a hug that you would give to someone like Ukraine."

After moment of mulling it over Belarus asked, "What do I get if I give you this?"

Alfred pursed his lips, "Well, I'm not really a country anymore. What would you want?"

"A kiss." Alfred blinked at her in disbelief and shock. Belarus added, "On the lips. Like you would give to Big Brother."

Both of the men protested that no, under no circumstances would Alfred ever give Russia a kiss. Ever. Alfred even laughed, "I would have to be on my deathbed."

Belarus didn't falter from her request, nor did she look convinced in the slightest, "Do we have a deal?" She held out a small, slender hand. Alfred mulled over the request for another second before agreeing.

Ukraine cheered, "Oh this is going to be so much fun!" She got an idea, "Wait! I want to record this!" She rushed into the house, returning moments later with a cellphone.

Belarus and Alfred both waited until she was ready. When she gave them the okay, Belarus left Russia's side completely and wrapped her arms around Alfred's waist, burying her face in his chest and inhaling deeply. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his cheek on the top of her head, closing his eyes for just a moment before they both let go. He smiled, "Thanks."

Belarus frowned, "Now you need to kiss me." She reminded.

Alfred chuckled, and leaned forward, giving her just a peck on the lips. She accepted that as good enough.

When Ukraine finished recording Alfred walked over and gave her a hug as well before turning to leave, "Bye sisters." He called. Ukraine and Belarus waved.

When he and Russia were safely in the plane the older man turned to him, "No 'see ya'?" He checked. It was unusual for Alfred not use that old catchphrase of his. He once complained that he hated goodbyes.

Alfred shrugged, "I won't. That's my last time seeing them." He turned his gaze to look out the window, but both of the girls had already gone back inside, “This was my goodbye.”

Russia watched him for a moment, “I wish you’d told them. They would want to join you on this little adventure.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell them. That’s how I want them to remember me, as the happy Alfred with no care in that world, and with only slight sexual tension towards their brother.”

Russia frowned, “We don’t have any sexual tension.” He told him. Alfred rolled his eyes and Russia pressed, “I would not have sex with you.”

“ Sure buddy. Lithuania’s next.” Russia scowled but let the matter drop.

Lithuania was much less thrilled to see Russia than his sisters, and for the most part focused on Alfred, "Oh Mister America!" He greeted, letting him into his house, "What brings you here so early in the morning?"

Alfred didn't answer his question right away, instead asking, "Hey, what time is it?"

Lithuania didn't seem surprised that his question was ignored, and honestly he knew that Alfred didn't mean to do things like that, "It's three in the morning." Alfred nodded, and did the math in his head. It took them about thirty minutes to travel from Moscow to Minsk, and then about twenty minutes from Minsk to Vilnius. He should have enough time to visit everyone he wanted to if he was quick, but he also knew that the flight to Canada would take a couple of hours.

Alfred seemed to forget where he was and he jumped when Lithuania snapped in front of his face, "Mister America? Is there a reason you're here?"

Alfred once more ignored the question and walked further into the house to sit on Lithuania's couch, "Hey could you call me Alfred? I mean, it's great and all that you still respect me enough to use my official name, but that's not me anymore."

Lithuania seemed surprised by the request, "Certainly Mister... Alfred." Alfred puffed his cheeks out but let the title slide. If Lithuania wanted to remember him as something more than informal then Alfred wasn't going to fight it.

Alfred turned to look at Russia, "Hey big guy, could you go fetch me a drink?" He requested. Russia raised an eyebrow and Alfred grinned, "I'll give you a kiss too ." He offered.

"Nyet." Russia denied almost immediately, giving Alfred an idea.

"Okay, then I'll kiss you if you don't." Normally the threat would not work on him, but he understood Alfred enough to realize that he wanted a little bit of time alone with Lithuania. The brunette would not speak freely if Russia was lurking about.

Once he left Lithuania checked, "Too?"

Alfred waved his hand dismissively, "Belarus wanted me to give her one. Ukraine recorded it so I'm sure you'll see it."

Lithuania shoved his hands in his pockets, "Oh." He paused, "Was it nice?"

Alfred smirked at him knowingly, "It was an ordinary kiss with an ordinary girl." He answered, making sure not to give Lithuania the answer that he was looking for.

The man looked disappointed, "Oh well... good for you." They fell into silence before Lithuania asked, "Is that all you wanted?"

Alfred shook his head, "Actually I wanted to pay you for everything you've done. Although, not with money." He added on that last bit when Lithuania looked confused. The value of the dollar has not yet plummeted, but it would soon. After all, the states only separated last week.

Lithuania remained standing as he waited for Alfred to get to the point, but when the blond didn't speak up he spoke, "What is it you want to give me?"

Alfred grinned and reached inside his jacket pocket. He pulled out a key-chain with four separate keys on it, "Two of these are for my cars, one is for my motorcycle, and the third one is for my house." He tossed the key-chain to Lithuania, "Here ya go."

The man looked surprised, "You're just... giving me these? Where will you live?"

Alfred bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying that he won't, "I'm staying with Iggy." He lied. Lithuania bought it and marveled at his new belongings. The vehicles won't go down in value for quite some time, so if he grew low on money he knew he could sell it for a nice amount. And the house is great for spending time separated from Russia by an ocean.

Lithuania grinned, "Thank you very much Alfred." He had dropped the title, "What brought this on?"

Alfred smiled, "I guess I just felt like being nice. You know, tying up loose strings and all that." Russia chose that moment to reappear, handing Alfred a can of Pepsi that had already been opened, "Did you spit in this or take a sip?"

Russia nodded, "Yes." He answered, not elaborating on which one he did. Instead he pointed at the key-chain, "You're just going to give him that stuff?"

Alfred grinned, "Yeah. I'm not going to need it anymore."

Russia wrinkled his nose, "I'm not giving you anything." He informed the Lithuanian.

The man sputtered out a response as Russia watched with an amused look in his eyes. His face remained passive but Alfred could tell that that was a joke.

He teased, "Are you gonna give me something?"

Russia frowned, "I already am. I'm giving you my time." Alfred frowned and looked down at the floor, "What more do you want?"

"...Your attention." He mumbled.

Russia sighed and turned to Lithuania, ignoring the cute American in favor of talking to the other nation, "My sister might enjoy visiting that house. You should invite her."

Lithuania laughed nervously, "Are you just telling me this because you want her to be as far away from you as possible?"

"Yes." Russia confirmed.

Alfred returned to his normal cheerful self and stood up from his spot on the couch. He crushed the now empty can in his hand, showing to the others that his strength had not yet diminished, and tossed it to Lithuania, "Yeah, you should take her there. Or you can take Poland. I don't judge." He winked, "I have some old romantic movies that you can put into the TV. Perfect for a date." He paused and thought about it, "Although, if you're trying to date Belarus then maybe you'd best use the horror films that I have. She likes things paranormal."

Lithuania nodded, "Thank you again."

Alfred nodded and gave a thumbs up, "Yeah." He set his mouth into a straight line, not quite a frown, not quite a smile, before tilting the corners upwards, "Anyway, Russia and I need to keep going. Goodbye."

Lithuania nodded again and eyes the keys, no longer giving Alfred his full attention, "Bye Mister America."

As they left, Russia commented to Alfred, "That was probably the least selfish thing you've done so far."

Alfred laughed, "Today or in general?"

Russia hummed, "Yes."

Alfred laughed again, "Well, the next thing is also pretty selfless. You know how Francis and Iggy have their on-again off-again relationship?"

Russia shrugged, "I don't really care about them. Are we going to England or France?"

Alfred pouted but answered anyway, "England. I'm sure Francis is still there." At Russia's inquiring look Alfred continued, "They broke up but Francis is trying to get back together. When I knocked on Iggy's door this morning they both answered before slamming the door in my face." He shrugged, not at all phased, "I want to get them back together. When I go they should at least have each other."

Russia watched him a little sadly, "Your death is going to affect England." He commented.

Alfred smiled, "Arthur will get over it. He doesn't like me that much."

Russia raised an eyebrow but didn't argue with it. He knew that Alfred was very wrong in that assumption, but fighting him on it would only make the boy feel worse than he already did. Russia eyed him carefully, smiling and watching the ground race by beneath them. Surely he must be upset by the whole thing, right? No one dies with a smile on their face.

As Alfred laughed and pointed something out below Russia corrected himself, Alfred would be the type of person to smile up until his death, without a care in the world.

Instead, Russia brought up another thing that was on his mind, "So how do you plan on getting them back together?"

"I know Iggy well enough to know how to convince him that something like this is a good idea." Alfred grinned, turning to face Russia, "I've only had about two hundred years to study up."

They reached London at five in the morning, and Alfred hoped this was late enough. When he walked up to the large yet comfortable house he noticed that the lights were on and he heard arguing. They were both wide awake.

Alfred turned around the face Russia, but before he could say whatever it was he was going to, Russia put a hand up and stopped him, "I already said it once, but I'll say it again. I don't really care about England or France. I'll wait in the plane." Alfred gave a thumbs up and watched him go. He ignored the part of him that panged when he could no longer see him, wishing only to stay by his side until he was gone.

After all, he's loved Russia ever since he was a kid.

Mentally shaking his head he drummed his fist on the door. Francis was the one to open it, and he didn't look surprised or happy to see him there, "What do you want, Alfred?" Alfred smiled, happy that Francis used his human name.

Arthur shouted from inside, "Alfred, when I said come back later I meant longer than four hours."

When Francis turned to say something to Arthur, Alfred took advantage of the distraction and shoved his way inside, "I know, but I have other people I gotta see today. I just wanted to stop by and say hey."

Arthur didn't look amused, but he didn't kick him out which was also nice, "Yes, hi." He turned and stormed into the kitchen to angrily make Alfred a cup of tea, effectively leaving him alone with the Frenchman.

Alfred turned to look at his parent figure, "So, what happened this time?"

Francis sighed and sat down on the couch, "Angleterre is upset because I flirted with Austria."

Arthur shouted from in the kitchen, "And Hungary, both Italians, Seychelles, and the rest of the bloody world!"

Alfred waited until he was finished to call, "And me."

Arthur reappeared in the doorway and folded his arms across his chest, frowning at the American, "What?"

Alfred repeated, "Well, he also flirted with me." He looked at Francis, "I mean, even though you helped raise me and you only see me as your brother slash child thing." Francis shrugged, not looking the least bit apologetic. Alfred turned back to his closest friend, "So his flirting means absolutely nothing to anyone." He thought about it, "Actually the only time I've ever seen him mean something that he's said is when he talks to you."

Arthur walked farther into the room, "I suppose that's true." He allowed.

Alfred pressed on, "Seriously, any one of those people you listed could tell you exactly who he belongs to." Arthur nodded, his eyes staring absentmindedly at Francis. Alfred continued, "It's kinda ridiculous that you're fighting about it instead of doing what you used to do."

Arthur snapped his attention back to Alfred, "And what did I used to do?"

Alfred shrugged and let his gaze wander around the room as he spoke, showing that he wasn't really thinking about what he was saying. This way was best because it let Arthur know how obvious it was. It works nine out of ten times, although that number changes from ten out of ten times when it has to do with Francis, "You would take what was yours in a gross way that Mattie and I heard way too much of growing up. To, I dunno, show the whole world that they can look but not touch or something."

Arthur pursed his lips, "That's true." He agreed.

Alfred turned to face his brother but when he saw the look in his eyes he decided it was time to leave. He laughed, "Goodbye Arthur. Goodbye Francis." He called, turning around and walking out the door. He would have liked to give them each a hug, but determined that that would just give him away.

He hoped that they would stay together long enough to forget he ever existed and ruined their relationship in the first place.

As he got on the plan he found Russia looking down at his phone, not looking up when Alfred cleared his throat. Alfred rolled his eyes and went to the pilot, "Next is Germany." He informed.

When he returned to Russia he found the other watching him with an almost bored look, "I was watching a cute cat video that Liechtenstein sent everyone." He informed.

Alfred laughed and refused to think of the fact that she didn’t send him one, "I almost wish I had enough time to go visit her."

Russia nodded and Alfred sat down across from him, "So how did it go?"

"It worked."

The plane didn't take off yet and at Alfred’s confusion Russia pressed, "I really think you need to walk right in there, interrupt whatever it is they're doing, and give them both a hug."

Alfred laughed and shook his head, "No way dude. That would just seem weird to them."

" Alfred ." Russia's voice was stern, "We're not leaving here until you do. It's something that you need to do before you die. Tell them both that you love them and that you'll miss them. I don't care if they suspect something's up."

Alfred frowned but got out of the plane to follow direction. He was lucky to find them only kissing. They broke apart to frown at Alfred, "Didn't you leave?" Arthur snapped.

Alfred ignored the question and strode forward, pulling his oldest friend in for a hug. He whispered, "I'll miss you." Before letting him go. He repeated the process with Francis, who had actually returned the hug. Arthur still seemed to be in shock.

Alfred rubbed the back of his head as he once more said, "Bye guys. Love ya." And left quickly.

Arthur turned to look at Francis, "What was that?"

The Frenchman shrugged, "Alfred has always been a little strange."

Back on the plane Alfred was sitting down and this time they were finally taking off. Alfred didn't comment to Russia about how he was right, that Alfred did need to do that.

They arrived at Germany's house at 5:45 in the morning. They would have gotten there sooner but Alfred insisted they stop for pizza and drinks. The German was already awake and had begun his day, not looking surprised at all to see them there. Alfred was the first out of the plane and he rushed past Germany into the other man's house.

Germany is great and all and he would have his time to say goodbye, but first Alfred feels a very strong desire to use the bathroom and wake up Prussia. Not at the same time.

He finished emptying his bladder and walked to the basement where Prussia sleeps, and found the albino on the couch with an empty bottle of beer hanging from his hand. He flicked on the lights and just as Prussia began to wake up he tackled him, effectively waking him up the rest of the way. Prussia cackled, "Why are you like this?"

Alfred joined him in his laughter, "I wanted to wake you up. I need your help with something."

Prussia grinned and sat up, pushing Alfred off of him, "This better be good. I only got like an hour of sleep."

Alfred blinked at him in confusion, "It's like a quarter 'til six." He informed.

Prussia nodded, "I'm aware."

Alfred shook his head slightly and dropped the subject, deciding to just launch into his plan before Russia bothered Germany too much and got them kicked out, "I made a bucket list because I'm gonna die at midnight and I'm saying goodbye to everyone I love and I want to steal Germany's dogs."

Prussia blinked at him, processing this, "Okay." He paused, "You love West's dogs?"

"Sure." Alfred let a goofy grin spread across his face, "But more than that I want him to get mad at me one last time. And I always wondered what would happen if I took his babies."

Prussia nodded and returned the grin, standing up, "Let's do it." He began to lead the way out of the basement but stopped abruptly before climbing the stairs. Alfred didn't expect him to stop so he bumped into him.

Prussia turned around and wrapped his arms around Alfred, burying his face in the crook of Alfred's neck, "I'm gonna miss you kid."

Alfred blinked to fight back tears. This was the only real goodbye that he was going to be getting. He's glad it's from Prussia. He returned the hug just as tightly, "Yeah. I'm gonna miss you too." He gave a watery chuckle and cursed himself for failing, "You know, I still remember when you taught me how to fight."

Prussia huffed out a laugh, "You sucked." He commented, pulling back to look him in the eyes. Alfred felt a weird sense of pleasure at seeing tears forming in the albino's eyes as well, "But eventually you sucked less."

Alfred grinned, this one actually reaching his eyes, "That's all thanks to you."

Prussia pulled him in for one last hug before turning and climbing the steps, "Now let's go steal West's dogs."

Alfred laughed and let himself be led. He was glad that he spontaneously told Prussia what was going on. The first dog that they found was Aster. Prussia stopped and scratched the dog's ears. He turned to Alfred, "Alright, if you wanna make a larger impact, I would suggest only taking one. You'll get farther and it'll be easier for you to only carry one."

Alfred nodded, "So I should just pick up Aster and leave?"

Prussia nodded his confirmation, "Go get in the plane and I guarantee you'll give West a heart attack. It'll be funny." He paused, "Just don't actually, like, fly off."

Alfred gave a thumbs up and picked the dog up easily, once again thankful that his strength hadn't yet left. He turned and walked out of the door, right past Germany. Prussia followed and leaned against the doorway with his arms across his chest and a smirk on his face. He wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to watch this.

Dog in hand, Alfred walked past Russia and onto the plane, calling behind him, "Thanks for the dog Luddy!"

Behind him he heard Prussia cackle and he knew that the expression on Germany's face must be priceless. He turned and glanced back and had to fight to keep a straight face as Germany raced towards the plane to rescue his dog.

He put down Aster just long enough to close the door. He grabbed a slice of pizza and offered it to the dog, not looking up when the door was forced open, "America!" Germany shouted.

Alfred looked up, his face remaining passive, "Oh hey. I'm just feeding my new dog."

Germany didn't look amused in the slightest, snapping something in German that caused Aster to whine and exit the plane. This time Alfred let himself laugh, "Dude I'll trade you Russia for Aster." He tried.

Germany scowled and turned around to leave. Alfred followed, still holding the pizza slice. He followed Germany back to the house and felt Russia walking behind him. Germany snapped at Prussia, "You let him do this."

Prussia grinned, "I helped." Alfred laughed and handed him the slice of pizza, which Prussia ate quickly.

Germany sighed and looked like they all gave him a huge headache, "I'm going inside."

Alfred placed a hand on his shoulder, "Hey Germany, wait." The other turned to look at him expectantly, and Alfred struggled to figure out what he was going to say. He wanted to apologize for everything bad he's ever done to him, and thank him for everything that Germany has ever helped him with. He wanted to tell him that he'd always considered him a close friend and that he wished that he would come with him and stay by his side until he died. Instead he finished with, "Bye."

Germany nodded curtly, "Goodbye."

Prussia moved out of the way just enough for Germany to push past before reached back and closing it. He turned and stepped forward, giving Alfred another hug, "Do you want me to come with?" He checked, pulling back and searching his gaze.

Alfred shook his head, "Nah. Stick with your brother."

Prussia nodded and glanced wearily at Russia before a genuine smile stretched across his face, "See ya next time kid."

This time Alfred responded with, "See ya."

Russia walked Alfred back to the plane in silence. When they sat down he commented, "You told him." When Alfred nodded Russia commented, "I'm glad."

"Me too." He looked out the window and saw that Prussia had disappeared to go inside, "Next is Japan."

The flight to Tokyo was actually a little longer. Alfred fell asleep in the two hours that it took. He didn't mean to but he accidentally placed his head in Russia's lap as he slept. Russia looked at his phone and absentmindedly brushed a hand through Alfred's hair as the American slept, seeing no real reason why he should make him move.

When they arrived it was already light out and Alfred was mostly awake. Instead of just walking in he knocked on Japan's door and waited patiently. Japan was fast to answer it and didn't greet him with hostility, "America."

Alfred smiled, "Hey Kiku. Are ya busy?" Russia eyed him, noticing that this time Alfred was acting a bit more reserved. With the others, he would have just let himself into their home.

Japan shook his head and stepped back, "Not at all. Come in." Alfred grinned and thanked him.

Once inside he looked very awkward and out of place, as though he didn't know what he was going to do. He rocked back and forth on his heels and both Japan and Russia stared at him, waiting for him to do something. Eventually Alfred cleared his throat, "With the others I gave them something or stole their dog. I have an idea of what I want to give to you, but I'm not sure how to do it without it feeling insincere." He confessed.

Russia looked around for someplace to sit before deciding that the floor seemed perfectly comfortable. He was certain he was going to a bit of a show with this one. More of a show than last time. He wondered briefly if he would actually see Alfred get upset.

Japan seemed only mildly curious, "Any gift would feel sincere, just please do not take anything."

Alfred shook his head, muttering, "No, I'm sure I already took plenty from you."

Japan frowned, "What do you mean?"

Alfred sighed and brushed a hand through his hair, "Alright well, the gift I wanted to give you is your freedom."

At first Japan didn't understand, "My... freedom?"

Alfred nodded, "Yeah buddy. You're free to do whatever you want. I won't stop you. You wanna build a navy and take over the world, then have fun."

Russia spoke up, "I would stop you if you tried to do that."

Alfred ignored that, "I guess, this is sorta my way of apologizing to you. So feel free to have whatever government you want and close up your country again if that’s what'll make you happy. That's all I wanted to say."

Japan looked at a loss for words, "Why?"

Alfred looked at Russia as he answered, "I can't really say. I'm sorry about that, but you'll find out why tomorrow." He stepped forward, "I know you hate physical contact, but just... bear with me. This won't last long." He pulled the smaller man in for a hug and was surprised when Japan didn't push him away. He didn't return the hug either, but neither did England.

When Alfred stepped back he offered the man a slight smile, "Goodbye Kiku." He turned, grabbed Russia's hand to pull him up, and left, not giving the other a chance to tell him goodbye.

When they reached the plane and were safe from ears Russia commented, "That was quick."

Alfred sighed, for once not smiling around Russia, "I didn't wanna make that harder than it actually is." He paused and laughed, "But I think you'll enjoy the next one."

Russia looked at him curiously, "Where are we going next?"

"China."

Russia laughed, "You're right, I think I'm going to enjoy this."

On the way to Beijing the two men had an actual conversation, not one that Alfred was leading and Russia was keeping on track.

He told him everything that he wanted to do before he died and Russia commented, "If you die."

Alfred blinked at him, "Dude, you already felt my lack of heartbeat. I'm done for."

Russia tilted his head, "Not necessarily. I can go quite some time without a heartbeat. Perhaps it will start back up again and you'll live with Canada."

Alfred laughed at the thought, "Mattie would end up killing me or something. Pretty sure I'd be exiled and sent to live with Prussia." He thought about it, "Can you imagine just, me and Prussia working together, taking over a smaller country, and then forming a larger one of own. We'd outlive everyone."

Russia didn't look happy with that thought, "I'll have to convince Canada to just keep you." He muttered.

Alfred grinned, "You just don't want Prussia to come back as a country." He accused teasingly.

Russia shuddered, "You're absolutely right."

"You know," Alfred continued, "It was Prussia who taught me everything I know about fighting during my revolutionary war. I mean, France helped me win by fighting Britain, but Prussia was the one who came over with a general of his and personally fought."

Russia nodded, "I remember that. England was so upset that he approached me for help. I'm glad that I refused." He gave a soft smile, "I remember how you acted when you were just thirteen colonies. So young and cute."

Alfred puffed out his cheeks, "I wasn't cute! I was manly."

"You were adorable." Russia corrected, "If you hadn't just finished earning your independence I would have made you mine."

Alfred looked at him in shock, "You mean, like your colony."

Russia waved his hand, "No. I was not interested in being your father figure. I mean in a union that would bond our two nations in a different sort of way." He laughed at the memory, "If I remember correctly, I was quite smitten with you."

Alfred laughed with him, "Yeah. What's even funnier is if you had asked me at that time I would have said yes." Russia looked at him, his turn to act surprised. Alfred continued, "I had quite a large crush on you back then."

Russia shook his head slightly, "How much would have been different if we weren't too shy to talk freely."

Alfred shrugged, "I dunno. It would have either caused more heartbreak, or spared a lot."

They stopped speaking then, both reflecting on the actions of the past.

They reached China's place at ten in the morning.

China looked less than happy to see him. In hindsight, he maybe shouldn't have visited, he just couldn't resist. He persuaded Russia to film this one to show at his funeral as his proudest accomplishment and the thing literally the whole world has been nagging him to do. China stared at him expectantly as Alfred waited for Russia to tell him that the camera is rolling.

When he received the okay, he turned and addressed China, "As you may know, I'm dying. I'll be dead by tomorrow when everyone is watching this."

China furrowed his brow, "You're actually dying? I thought you were just going to end up like Prussia?"

Alfred shook his head, "Nope." He popped his lips at the 'p' sound, "My heart has already stopped beating and I'm saying goodbye to everyone I care about." He pulled out his wallet, "That's not what I'm here to talk about. I'm here because I have this fund set aside. I've had this since..." He did the math in his head, "Well since the fifties." He pulled out his checkbook and ripped out the first check there, handing it over, "I figured I should probably just pay you back."

China ripped the check out of his hand and scanned over it, "You have the money for this? You've had it and you haven't paid me back?"

Alfred giggled, "Yeah. I could've paid you back at any time."

Russia laughed silently, not at the situation, but at China's reaction. The much older nation looked shocked, angry, and dumbfounded all at once. He didn't look like he believed the check would come through with any real money, but Alfred had already shown Russia his bank statement. At first the Russian had the same dumbfounded confusion as China, but after it settled in that America could have paid off the debt at any time his confusion faded into humor. Sometimes he forgets that the ex-nation really is just a child that doesn't like being told what to do.

China looked at the check, at the nation that gave it to him, and finally at Russia, "You think this is funny ?"

"I think it's hilarious." Russia told him, making sure to keep all humor out of his voice. This caused Alfred to giggle harder.

China turned his attention back to the laughing American, he didn't say anything at first, only waited until he was finished. When Alfred straightened his spine and the giggles subsided China said simply, "I'm sure you don't believe me, but I'm going to miss you." Alfred blinked at him in shock, "I mean, not all of you. You're bratty and annoying and completely unreliable, but you were fun during the allied meetings."

Alfred didn't know how to handle the compliment, "Uh, thanks. I'm glad my existence wasn't a complete bother for you."

Russia added, "Only a slight bother."

Alfred laughed and played along, not entirely sure why they were suddenly playing a word game, “A minor inconvenience.” He turned towards his travelling companion.

As he did this Russia shut off the camera, "We should call Prussia and have him start planning your funeral. The sooner we can have it the better."

Alfred frowned, "Aren't you still banking on me surviving this thing?"

Russia nodded, "Yes, but it can't hurt to be prepared."

China watched this exchange with an almost disinterested look on his face, "I'll cover the funds for the funeral. I believe I have more than enough, and you did help me out that one time."

Alfred grinned, "Thanks China." He turned to walk out of the building, but paused in the doorway and said, "Bye."

China waved him off and the younger man left towards the airplane, leaving the two old nations to chat in privacy. China was the first one to speak, "Why are you with him?"

Russia didn't actually know the answer to that, so he told him, "I have nothing better to do."

China didn't look convinced by that answer at all, "Liar." He accused, "You still have feelings for the kid." He looked past Russia to where Alfred had left, "It's going to suck when he's gone. Who are we going to make fun of now?"

Russia rolled his eyes, "I’m sure you'll find someone . I'll see you at the funeral." China nodded but didn't respond, opting instead to take the check and put it away until his boss came to visit.

On the airplane, Alfred was already sitting in the seat and bouncing his leg, more than ready to go to the next person. After giving the order to take them to Rome, Russia sat down next to him instead of across from him, "What are you going to do with the rest of your money?" He asked curiously.

Alfred answered fairly quickly, having already thought this out, "I wanted to donate it to some starving Italians."

Russia mouthed the words 'starving Italians' and Alfred laughed, "Okay, well maybe Feli's feeling a bit peckish right now? When we get there it'll be about noon, so they should be ready for lunch."

Russia nodded, "Da. Aren't you concerned that we're not going to be able to make it to all of the places that you want to before your time is up?"

Alfred shook his head, "No, I think we'll have enough time. I did the math, twelve hours for a normal flight takes about three hours for our flight. So we'll have a few minutes to chat with the Italians before we leave to go to Mattie's place. That flight will take about five hours, putting us at five pm. I'll talk with him for a while before flying to Washington D.C, and that flight will take us about an hour, putting us at roughly six thirty pm."

"That gives you five and a half hours to do your final two things." Russia commented, "Is that enough time?"

"Yeah." Alfred nodded, "I'll have just enough time to do everything that I wanted to do." He offered a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "I think when I get to D.C. it'll be hardest for me, only because of who I'm saying goodbye to."

"Who are you saying goodbye to?"

"You'll see." Alfred turned his attention to the window and changed the subject to talk about much less serious topics.

North Italy was much more welcoming than South Italy, but at least South Italy didn't outright tell them to fuck off. Feliciano ran happily up to Alfred, who raised his arm and let the smaller nation use it as a swing. Lovino watched this with a bored expression.

Once North Italy had been completely entertained he let go of Alfred and asked, "Why are you here today? Isn't tomorrow your birthday?"

Alfred fought off the urge to tell him that tomorrow was actually his death day, and instead asked, "Really? What's today's date?"

It was Russia who answered, "Today is the third of July." Alfred's smile no longer reached his eyes, but only South Italy and Russia noticed its drop.

"Huh." Alfred changed the topic, preferring to talk about anything else, "So, because I'm not staying long wanna grab a bite to eat? My treat."

Both of the Italians readily agreed and they lead them to an American restaurant. Some of the stuff on the menu had Alfred laughing out loud, "We don't actually eat this stuff." He chortled.

North Italy looked confused, "You don't like bacon?"

Alfred shook his head, "No way, I love bacon. I also love chocolate. The two of them should never be put into the same meal." He insisted.

Feliciano laughed and offered him one, "Here! It's pretty good for American food!"

Alfred held fast that no, he was not going to eat that. At least, he did until Russia leaned in until his lips brushed over the shell of Alfred's ear, and his breath ghosted over his cheek as he whispered, "Don't you want to try something new on your last day alive?"

Alfred shivered but took the bacon, taking a bite. He took another bite and determined that it wasn't all that terrible. He still wasn't going to eat more than six pieces.

As he ate he listened as the Italians bantered cheerfully, participating only when they brought the conversation to him. Russia stayed silent the entire time, not even joining them in their meal. He kept on eye on Alfred, and the other eye on the time. The lunch stretched on for half an hour. That's twenty minutes longer than Alfred had hoped. Still, Russia didn't stop it because Alfred seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.

The brothers walked their two guests back to the plane, where Alfred abruptly turned around and pulled out his wallet, "Oh right, I almost forgot." He wrote two separate checks and handed them to the brothers, who watched in shock, "Thanks for being hospitable even though I just randomly showed up. I have no idea how long until the value of my dollar drops completely, but I think some of the old states are going to use it, so maybe it'll stick around for longer than we think."

South Italy was the first one to speak, "This... is a lot of money."

North Italy beamed at Alfred, "Grazie Alfred!"

Alfred laughed and gave North Italy a quick hug. He pulled back and gave South Italy a light punch on the shoulder. Russia turned and got on the plane so he could tell the pilot where they were going. While he was doing that Alfred gave a couple of instructions to the brothers, "Hey, at midnight, call Prussia and let him know that I said to tell you where I went. He should announce it to the world. China and Russia can both back up his claims."

South Italy frowned, "Why don't you just tell us now?"

North Italy spoke over him, "We'll call him!"

Alfred offered one last smile, "Goodbye guys." He turned and jogged up to the plane, entering without looking back.

North Italy called cheerfully, "Goodbye Alfred!"

When he sat down he didn't speak for a solid ten minutes, eventually saying, "I'm dying on my birthday."

Russia frowned at him, "That's a depressing thought."

Alfred laughed, "Man it sure is! Let's talk about something else."

Russia turned his attention to the window and watched the ground race by before turning to look back at him, "So you used to have a crush on me?"

Alfred winked, "Oh yeah, I had it bad."

Russia leaned back and grinned, "Really? Why?"

Alfred looked at him curiously, "Why?"

Russia nodded, "Why did you like me? What was it about me specifically? I don't think I was too different from Prussia in many respects."

Alfred made a face, "Oh no broski, I would never date Prussia." He paused before allowing, "Okay, so I would never be in a romantic relationship with Prussia, but maybe I'd allow like a one night stand or something? It's kind of weird though because he was my teacher and all..."

"But you were interested in being romantic with me?"

Alfred nodded, "Hell yeah. There was always something mysterious with you. You were that empire that wasn't my enemy, then you were an ally, and then you became my closest friend." His smiled warmly, "I liked how smart you were and how much stronger you were than me. I think my favorite feature of yours will always be your eyes."

Russia tilted his head curiously, "My eyes." He repeated.

Alfred nodded and leaned forward just slightly, "Yeah. Your eyes have always enchanted me." The two stared at each other in silence before Alfred seemed to snap out of a daze and he laughed, "Now it's your turn."

"My turn?" Russia wasn't sure he liked the sound of that.

Alfred nodded again, "Yeah, you said that you liked me too. What was it about me that you liked?"

Russia didn't need to think about it, "I liked your spirit."

Alfred frowned, "My spirit."

"You've always been much more free than the rest of us. Perhaps not in terms of country, but personally you were always willing to do what others were not. You were free to talk to anyone about anything and no one could stop you." Russia explained, "Even as your thirteen colonies you looked at France and spoke to him like he was your equal, not your superior. I fell in love with that spirit." He shrugged, "I learned to love your other qualities with time."

Alfred coughed and changed the subject to something a little less personal. He caught on to the fact that Russia had used the words 'with time.' He wondered if that meant that Russia still...

Instead of thinking on this and being embarrassed later he decided to talk about other things, little memories that he held with each of the other countries that they probably don't remember. There was a time when he made friends with a whale at Japan's house, and the time that he scared England using Russia (Russia remembered that one as well), or that time when he and Canada were playing baseball and he kept "accidentally" throwing the ball too hard. Each of these memories came with their fair share of laughter, but inside Alfred wished that he had the time to make new ones.

As they landed at Canada's place Alfred murmured, "You know, I don't think my biggest regrets are the things that I have done." He stood up and walked out without waiting for a response. Russia frowned and walked after him, knowing Alfred he'll finish that thought sometime later at an obscure time when they've already moved past it.

Surprisingly, Alfred saw his brother right away, not having the time to play the game "Who's Canada?". As Alfred jogged over to him, Canada looked at the airplane and squinted, "Are you just going to park that on my lawn?" He asked.

Alfred nodded, "I won't be staying long, I just wanted to chat for a couple of minutes."

Canada looked at Alfred, then the airplane, and finally at Russia, "Hi Russia." He greeted, "Why are you here?"

Alfred laughed and answered in Russia's place, "He's my date for my little adventure." Canada's eyes adopted an almost sad look. He's one of the only ones who know about Alfred’s long-time crush on Russia. The only other person being Tony, who Alfred had already said goodbye to.

The sad look went away and Canada let them into his home, guiding them to the kitchen where they all sat around the table. Canada grabbed a drink for Alfred and himself, but didn't know what Russia wanted to drink. Luckily, Russia wasn't thirsty.

When they were all settled down Alfred decided to talk, "So, I just have a couple of things I wanted to get off my chest before we go to my old capitol."

Canada nodded, "Alright, I'm listening."

Alfred seemed to have planned out what he was going to say to Canada, but instead of speaking quickly like he normally does when speaking to his brother he spoke slowly, as if emphasizing everything that he was saying, "Do you remember when we were kids, how I always demanded to be in the center of attention and you were fine with just being? I think when I first realized that, probably during my Revolutionary War, was when I first realized that you were better than me." Canada's eyes slowly widened and Alfred continued, "Everything good that I've accomplished, you did first. Sure I had more military might than you, but that was the only thing I held over you. If you ever got invaded for whatever reason, which is unlikely because everyone likes you, then I would have just stepped in anyway so you didn't even need that. Your economy was better than mine, your people were much happier than mine, you had free healthcare while I barely had healthcare after my forty-fifth president." Alfred laughed, "I only legalized gay marriage like seventeen years after you did and look who I'm in love with." His ironic laughter subsided and he shrugged, "So I guess my point is that you're probably the best country in the world and I've known this for years and never told you... sorry about that."

Alfred paused as he gathered up what he was going to say next, "The only other thing I want to say to you is that the only thing I have had that was better than everyone else, is my brother. I probably should have bragged about you more than I did, but I'm immensely proud of you and of everything you've done." He smiled, "You're going to continue doing amazing things."

He stood up to leave, "That's all I wanted to say. I have someplace I need to be now. Goodbye Mattie."

Canada called, "Wait! No 'see ya later'?"

Alfred turned around and grinned, "Nope! Not this time. Love you, kid." Without another word he left, with Russia following close behind.

They mounted the plane and Russia told the pilot where they wanted to go. When Russia sat across from Alfred the blond grinned at him and said, "Hey, what do bears do in the winter?"

Russia frowned, "They sleep."

Alfred giggled, "They hy-bear-nate."

Russia groaned, "I really hate your language. When you go, I am never speaking English again."

Alfred’s giggles turned into full blown laughter, "No wait! I have more puns to say before I die!" He couldn't get another one out because he was laughing too hard.

Russia gave him a dry look, "I'm glad that you think you're funny."

"I think I'm hilarious." Alfred confirmed, finally sobering up.

He turned his attention away from the conversation and outside the window when they crossed into his old territory, preferring to look at what he would never see again. What he had spent so much time trying to shape into something great, something that wouldn't fall. Over each of his old states, he told Russia a different story.

When they finally landed at the place that Alfred had specified to the pilot Alfred stood up and said, "This is the place where I've chosen to die. But first there's someone that I need to say goodbye to." He lingered in the doorway of the plane, "It's funny, this is the last time I'm going to be leaving this plane. I've done it so many times in the past, not really focusing on how there would be a last time."

As they walked across the large lawn to get to where Alfred wanted to be, he mused, "I wish that we had the time to fly over all of my old states. I have plenty of stories to share."

Russia realized where they were as soon as he'd read the name on the gravestone, "You're saying goodbye to George Washington?"

Alfred shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, "Not really. I might see him before I see any of you. I'm saying goodbye to myself." He smiled fondly, "You know, George didn't even want to be my president, but he was a pretty good one for what he had to work with."

Russia nodded his agreement, "He helped start a new nation with a new system of government that should have failed but didn't."

Alfred laughed, "I remember this time when I was younger, I was with Prussia and he was teaching me how to fight with a sword. It's a skill I only used once but when I had to use it I was glad that I knew how. Anyway, George found us and questioned what we were doing. When I told him, he told me that I should learn as much as I can from the nations around me. That the information would help me better than I thought it would."

Alfred stopped speaking then and, when it seemed like he wasn't going to say anything else, Russia asked, "Did you have a point to telling me this?"

Alfred shook his head, "Not really. Just a memory I guess." He sat down and didn't speak again until the sun fell, simply played with the grass. Russia sat on the other side of the grave and watched him.

Alfred's phone buzzed at exactly eleven-fifty, letting him know that he only had ten minutes to live and that he should finish up. So, he stood up and smiled at Russia, "I had this thing set to tell me when I had ten minutes to live, and again at a minute after midnight, when you should give England a call and let him know that I died." He explained, "Now, one last person I need to say goodbye to."

Russia gave him a strange look as he stood up as well, "We don't have the time to go anywhere else."

Alfred waved his hand dismissively, "That's fine, because you're right here."

Russia looked at him in shock, "You want to say goodbye to me?"

Alfred nodded, "Of course. You're probably one of my oldest friends." He laughed, "That's not a jab at your age by the way."

Russia didn't look convinced, "Sure."

Alfred sobered up and pulled out his wallet, "I know I said that I gave the rest of my money to Italy, but I didn't really. I only gave about a third of it to them." He handed Russia a credit card and a debit card, "One of these is my personal bank account, and the other one is my national one. You already know the pin numbers to both."

"You're giving me the rest of you money." He didn't phrase it like a question, but Alfred answered anyway.

"Yep. You might need it for when Japan tries to take over the world. I mean, I don't think he's interested in that anymore but you can never be too careful with them."

Russia put the cards in his pocket and asked, "You've been smiling this whole time, are you really ready to die?"

Alfred shrugged, "I'm about as ready to die as Rome was." He pulled out his phone and checked the time, "Alright, we have five minutes. What should we do to pass the time?"

Russia pulled out a flask of vodka from his coat, "We can drink?"

Alfred laughed, "Why not?" He took it out of his hand and took a large swig before giving it back, "I wanted to go sober, but I don't think a little would hurt."

Russia gave a small smile and didn't respond to that. He knew that there was a time for talking and a time for silence. Still something bothered him, "Alfred?" The man hummed, "You said that there were ten things you wanted to do before you died."

Alfred turned his gaze to the stars and said, "Yeah. I'm glad that I got the chance to do them."

Russia shook his head, maintaining a steady gaze on the attractive American, "Did you? You went to my sisters and received a hug. That was one. You went to Lithuania and gave him some of your most valuable belongings. That's two." He held up fingers for each one that he said, "You went to England and got him and France back together. That's three. You went to Germany and stole his dog. That's four."

Alfred laughed and looked at him, "I will maintain that that one was probably my favorite so far."

Russia ignored him and continued counting them off, "You went to Japan and gave him his freedom. That's five. You went to China and paid him back. That's six. You went to Italy and gave them a large chunk of your money. That's seven. You went to Canada and told him how you feel about him. That was eight. Then you came here and gave me the rest of your money. That was nine."

As he was counting them off he didn't notice Alfred slowly walking closer and closer until they stood just a couple feet apart. He didn't pay much attention to the suddenly close American, much more focused on his point, "You only had time to complete nine of the ten things."

Alfred smiled at him, "You know, for a country as smart as yourself you can miss a whole lot of details." Russia frowned and Alfred explained, "I told you in the plane that the things that I would regret the most aren't the things that I have done, but rather the things that I haven't. I don't want my biggest regret to be the thing that I'm about to do."

Russia slowly caught on, "You told me that stealing Germany's dog was your favorite of the things that you've done so far ."

Alfred nodded, "And now, at a minute till midnight, I'm going to do something that I've wanted to do since the nineteenth century. I can already tell you that this is going to be my favorite thing that I’ve ever done."

When Russia opened his mouth to ask him what it was that he was planning on doing, Alfred closed the gap between them in a much more passionate kiss than he had given his sister. He pulled away to whisper, " I love you ." Against his mouth, before once again kissing him. This time Russia responded, wrapping his arms around the Amerian and pulling him tight against him. He felt Alfred smile into the kiss.

The phone alarm went off and when Russia pulled away to tell him that he loved him too, Alfred was gone.

He felt a tear roll down his cheek, and as he wiped it away he realized that he wasn't the one who had been crying. Alfred didn't want to leave.

#rusame #amerus #fruk #but fruk is a background ship #some angst #mostly fluff #america/russia #weird supernatural flight times #for the sake of plot #mature language

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