This is a group that focuses on the love-hate relationship between the characters America (Alfred Jones) and Russian (Ivan Braginski) from the Japanese anime/web comic Axis Powers: Hetalia.
By the Old Oak TreeBy the Old Oak Tree by Leopard-Gryphon
By the Old Oak Tree
I only became aware of America's existence (for the second time, I might add), when our sweet child, Alaska, came crying to me; wailing about how America was lost. I really didn't think anything of it. I just presumed Alfred was being a neglectful parent, again, and this was Alaska's way of getting me to punish him for it. However it was, unfortunately, quite the opposite.
I had made my way to America, to meet up with him; and upon my arrival by plane, I had been met with a very disastrous sight. The United States of America had fallen to ruins. The lands were horribly fissured, lava flowed from the earth in thick, heavy streams, and what buildings were left had crumbled to the ground or into gorges that had never there before. We were fortunate to even find a landing strip. Nothing, or no one, seemed to exist anymore on this once beautiful land.
As I stepped out of the plane, I
US Policy NSC-68Alfred wouldn't deny that the contests between he and Ivan amused him, perhaps more than they ought to.US Policy NSC-68 by Sou-Viet
Pushing Ivan until the Russian was forced to concede for fear of starting a nuclear war with the American made Alfred laugh. Sure, a war was a big deal, and even he wouldn't push it that far for fear of the exact same thing as Ivan feared. It was a fear he and his people lived with daily, but it was worth it. If they just continued to push, they would be able to contain the communist influence through the act of containment.
Ivan snapped him to attention.
"Perhaps we could come to a simple agreement, like before?"
Alfred eyed Ivan over. Like before? Just because he gave in easy last time didn't mean he would this time. He wasn't desperate this time- Ivan was.
"None of your suggestions are going to work. I gave you our offer, and I stand by that."
He watched as the Russian's expression sunk a bit into a frown, but it was quickly covered up again by that horrifically eerie smile of his
Cold HandsYour hands are so coldCold Hands by akugirl
Why is that so when you are supposed to be warm?
You are not a small man And I am even less of a small man than you are
But your hands are frozen like the General.
You call him a different name. Your brother does too
But while you speak his name like a child speaks of unnamed terrors He speaks of him like a father.
You are jealous of his attachment to General.
I can see it in the way you act towards him.
Pretending to be ignorant of your strength when you play your little games.
You hate the coldness the General brings, retreating southwards as the cold encroaches on you.
Yet you look ever northwards
Your hands are frozen like ice.
You wear gloves when you know you are going to touch people.
You put them on and come to meetings with them.
You pat people on the back with gloved hands and always refrain from touching bare skin to bare skin.
Your expression was so fearful when I first touched your hand.
Steam raised from the heat
Summer and Winter(cause aku is a oneshot freak~)Summer and Winter by akugirl
He could blind a room with one of his Hollywood Grins. That was the Russian's impression of that look on the American Teenager's face as he spoke at length to the Real Europeans about the upcoming battle with the Axis. The boy was all light and energy and WARMTH. It made the Russian think of bright summers and the Midnight sun.
He could scare the bones right out of a ghost's grave. That was the impression the American had of the intimidating Russian Male. He was all cool and collected and serene. It made him Shiver as his thoughts ran to the stillness of Winter and the pain of freezing and thawing but never quite thawed even as he baked in the hot summers sun...
But when The American lost his grin. He changed. He became Ice and flint and STONE. All hard edges and cold biting barbs. His blue summer eyes became cold winter frost. His face was no longer mere human... but elemental. Though which was the mystery...
But When the Russian smiled. He changed. War
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