Nike's Temple (nike2422) wrote in hetalia,
Nike's Temple

[fanfic]Pot Calling the Kettle

Title: Pot Calling the Kettle
Author: nike2422
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America, Russia
Warnings: Russia being his creepy self
Summary: America and Russia enjoy a drink together and talk about old times. Based on recent events in Moscow.
Time Frame: Current Events
Wordcount 1,300

older stuff

“America! Privyet!” Russia exclaimed, “I wondered when you would come home.”

America walked into his own dark living room and stared at Russia sitting on his sofa and drinking his beer. By the pile of empties scattered across the coffee table it was obvious Russia had been waiting for some time. He turned back around and faced the blaring television, laughing hysterically at the images on the screen. America stared at the TV and realized it was taped footage of his boss giving a speech in Moscow.

“What the hell are you doing in my house Russia?” America asked, deleting the 911 he had punched into his cell phone and reaching to turn on the table lamp next to the sofa. The soft light made Russia’s child-like features easier for America to stomach. The light from the TV in the darkened room flickering across his face …

“Your new boss America, he’s very funny. He makes good speeches; I can see why he was elected. I thought Cheers was best American comedy ever but …” And Russia became lost in a fit of giggles again.

“You didn’t answer my question.” America replied.

Russia responded with a very loud belch.

America picked up the remote and switched the set off. Russia reached towards the now black screen and shouted “Nyet! Awwww, now we miss best part.”

“I’ll suffer through it somehow.”

“Don’t worry, I Tivo for you.” Russia smiled and stood up with a litheness that defied his size. “Do you have anything stronger to drink? This horrible beer can’t make me take a piss much less drunk.”

America headed for the kitchen, “You still haven’t answered my question.”

“You have to admit, America, your boss said very funny things today.” Russia said, watching the other country walk over to the refrigerator and open the freezer door on top. His violet eyes lit up when he saw the bottle of Stoli appear in America’s hand. “What was best part of speech, ah? I remember! "A great power does not show strength by dominating or demonizing other countries. The days when empires could treat sovereign states as pieces on a chessboard are over." Russia began to chuckle uncontrollably before he could finish the quote.

America pulled two small glasses out of the cupboard and poured vodka into them. He set the bottle down on the counter and offered a glass to Russia, who walked up, smiled at the other country and grabbed the bottle. He put the mouth to his lips and took a long pull, then wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “Very smooth.”

“Yes, my boss is very smooth. He puts things very succinctly I think.” America said, tossing down the vodka in his glass with one gulp. “At least he hasn’t accused the Prime Minister of Israel of rape yet.”

“Oh! That was joke taken out of context.” Russia scoffed, “Russian language is difficult for so many.”

“Difficult to understand how after so many centuries you still don’t use definite articles, or indefinite articles for that matter.” America shrugged.

Russia took another drink from the bottle, “AH! Good one America! Bravo! I’m impressed you know grammatical terms.” His expression became very sly, “Or did you overhear England say that once.”

“Don’t worry, if England’s slinging any insults when I’m in earshot they’re always directed at me.” America answered, pouring the vodka from the abandoned glass on the counter into his own. He lifted it in Russia’s direction and asked, “What should we drink to?”

“A toast? Lets see … mmmmmmmm … I know, to better understanding.” Russia gently tapped the Stoli bottle against America’s glass and took another long drink. America couldn’t help but notice two thirds of the bottle was empty. He tossed back his own drink and put the glass down on the counter.

“But don’t you see America? The comedy in your boss’s speech today? Look, I used an article just now! That bit about dominating and demonizing other countries, is that really what he should be saying? Pot calling the kettle isn’t it?”

“Really Russia, playing the victim? That’s not like you at all. And besides, my boss wasn’t just referring to you, that statement is very inclusive.”

“Da! Let me give example! Go back one two three … really, five bosses ago? The time, where does it go? Remember when he called me an ‘Evil Empire’? Me! The friendliest guy I know! Made me very sad.”

“No one calls you that now Russia, well almost no one I guess, there was that whole issue with Belarus telling you to go fuck yourself not too long ago.”

“Hahahaha, please, that bitch is crazy.”

“Really, hard to notice when you’re around.”

Russia answered by chuckling softly and taking another drink from the almost empty vodka bottle. “Your bosses change often, but what they say doesn’t. Russia is bad because they invade Georgia, Russia is bad because they bully others and call it ‘privileged interests.’ Russia needs to change and join the rest of the world.”

“But what about America, when America does the same? Violent unrest in Iran; after years of America cock knocking with them over developing nuclear program, or lets go back a bit, when Venezuela had a coup that lasted all of 48 hours. America was so quick to recognize the new government. No, America has no privileged interests with those countries.”

“Now look –“America started.

“Nyet, you look!” Russia said, moving in close enough to almost touch noses with the other country. “You look long at me, because when I look at you? I’m looking in a mirror.”

And then Russia kissed America on the nose and backed away, laughing. He turned to head back into the living room but America stopped him, “You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.”

“Oh, that’s right, sorry about that.” Russia answered, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a house key and dropped it on the kitchen table. “Lithuania forgot to give you that when he left. Dasvidaniya America, I’ll show myself out.”

America followed Russia into the living room, and found him standing in front of the shelves where his DVD collection sat. He pulled a case out and showed it to America. “Charlie Wilson’s War, may I borrow? Spasiba!” And walked to the door. “Let me know how that thing in Afghanistan is going for you, okay?” And he gave America a big smile as he left.

America watched Russia walk down the path to the sidewalk. He stopped, drained the last of the vodka out of the bottle and smashed it on the pavement before walking away laughing into the night.


I read this article yesterday and the plot bunnies attacked with a full frontal assault. Cross posted from hetalia_contest.
Tags: -america, -russia, fan: fic

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