[fff okay one thing before I resume working on requests. Also, are we allowed to have multiple entries?]
Russia is used to taking what he wants unwillingly, ripping it away from those who struggle, pulling people apart to get what he wants. He is used to always having to take, take, take, whether those he takes from want it or not.
But this time he reaches out and finds that what he wants is given to him, offered freely.
The other embraces him, pulls him close, touches the sensitive spots on his back - scars masked under layers of cloth, but of course the other knows where every one of them is. Russia gasps lightly at the feeling of the fingers. The touch is so like his and yet not, subtle differences in the callouses that show that for once there is someone else beside him, someone else who cares and wants to touch him and wants to give himself.
Russia smiles at the other and kisses him deeply, because he wants to give too. He will give everything to the other. All of his love and all of his pain and all of his need and everything, everything, because he knows this time it is safe to give. The other will take all of it happily just as Russia has for him, and they will be happy that way forever, giving and receiving without force, without fear, without suffering.
He kisses his other self again, the other Russia, the mirror image that is the source of love for Russia and the receiver of Russia's love, and knows that never again will he have to take.
Challenge Entry (fic) (Two Become One)
Russia is used to taking what he wants unwillingly, ripping it away from those who struggle, pulling people apart to get what he wants. He is used to always having to take, take, take, whether those he takes from want it or not.
But this time he reaches out and finds that what he wants is given to him, offered freely.
The other embraces him, pulls him close, touches the sensitive spots on his back - scars masked under layers of cloth, but of course the other knows where every one of them is. Russia gasps lightly at the feeling of the fingers. The touch is so like his and yet not, subtle differences in the callouses that show that for once there is someone else beside him, someone else who cares and wants to touch him and wants to give himself.
Russia smiles at the other and kisses him deeply, because he wants to give too. He will give everything to the other. All of his love and all of his pain and all of his need and everything, everything, because he knows this time it is safe to give. The other will take all of it happily just as Russia has for him, and they will be happy that way forever, giving and receiving without force, without fear, without suffering.
He kisses his other self again, the other Russia, the mirror image that is the source of love for Russia and the receiver of Russia's love, and knows that never again will he have to take.