|Back in the USSR
Author: luffyluffy PM
Russia visits England.. But why? Certanly for a reason England will love!Rated: Fiction K - English - Russia & England/Britain - Words: 609 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 34 - Follows: 1 - Published: 12-04-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5557362
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A childish voice called out, his fists banging against the front door of England's house.
"It is me Russia! You should be the opening the door now, da?"
After several more sessions of banging, the door swung open, revealing a mildly ticked off Englishman, leaning against the door frame, cradling a cup of tea in one hand. "Sigh, Yes Russia?" he started quickly, only be pushed aside by the behemoth Russian. "Umm…" Russia fidgeted, unsure what to say. Shyness perhaps? England studied him, for a few moments, before Russia broke his train of thought. "I.. would like to be the asking you a question.. Da?" England, strode over, sitting down in a plush maroon armchair, and sipped his tea. "And what is this 'faver' you need from me?"
Russia froze, his face lighting up. "Uhhhh… I-I was hoping… … Could do the getting of me in the presence of Paul McCartney?"
England froze in mid sip, and slowly lowered his teacup, placing it down on an ornate tea tray on the coffee table in front of them. Then England slowly straightened up, and looked the Russian square in the eye.
Russia flicked his hands, and pulled something out of his heavy jacket, unneeded in the warm English afternoon. "I was hoping that I might be able to be getting the autograph…" He handed the CD to England.
England looked it over, it seemed to be a copy of The White Album, The remastered version at that. He smiled at the cover, and resisted nostalgia, as he flipped it over. On the way down the track list, he realized the problem. He handed the CD back to Russia, and suddenly found himself smiling, THAT was the reason why Ivan was suddenly so shy. He was embarrassed, of all things. "So, you want me to get you to see Paul, so you can get your CD signed… Why?" Russia's face steamed, England's simple tease digging into his venerability.
"W-Well…" Suddenly Russia snapped. He threw his hips to the side, his entire body twisting as he threw out his voice, "Been away so long I hardly knew the place, Gee, it's good to be back home, Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case, Honey do the disconnecting of the phone, I'm back in the USSR, You are not doing the knowing of how lucky you are, boy, Back in the US, Back in the US, Back in the USSR!!"
England found himself laughing. What an irony! Back in the USSR, being sung by the USSR! England stood up, and clapped a hand on Russia's shoulder. "Haha! Alright, I'll do my best! As for now, you just go on home, I'll ask him to have a tour in that area, he knows me personally!" Russia's face lit up. "HURRAY!" He embraced England in a back breaking bear hug. "Thank you Comrade, Thank you!!" he screamed repeatedly, over and over. England was briefly reminded of the bands many screaming fans, before suddenly Russia tore away from England. "Here Comrade! This is for you in the many MANY THANKS!" Once again withdrawn from his heavy coat, this time a bottle of Premium Vodka, which was placed in England's hands. He fumbled for the bottle for a second, struggling for purchase on it's glass surface, before he had realized the Russian had bolted from the house, out the front door. England ran to his door, just quick enough to watch the ecstatic Russian run down the cobbled sidewalks screaming for joy;
"TODAY IS BEING THE BEST DAY OF MY LIIIIIFE!!!"