|| "You aren’t getting away!" Ivan snapped, tightening his grip on America’s arm. He was sputtering on the inside, his body was breaking out in sweat. It wasn’t just he didn’t want the other nation to get away, it was that he couldn’t let him get away. America merely continued to grin cheerily, oblivious to all this emotional subtext, his own cheeks slightly flushed. "Who said anything about getting away, handsome?" Ivan felt America’s fingers press something into the hand gripping his arm. Unconsciously, Ivan released America and stared down at the tiny white business card. "There’s my number. Just say you’re Russia and ask for Alfred F. Jones. I’ll be sure to give you a discount at top quality service." America gave another wink and pecked him on the cheek before stepping away quickly and running towards the window. Ivan gave a snarl of rage and hurried after with full intent to capture the little bastard. "Get back here!" America threw open the window and climbed onto the sill like some over-sized cat, his untied bootstraps serving no obstacle." I loveeeee this-||
Posted on: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 12:04:14 +0000
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