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"What are you, afraid?"

"N-No, I-"

"You're just a chicken!"

"No, I'm not scared! I swear!"

"Oh yeah? Prove it!"

You gulped, looking down off of the rooftop down to the street below. It was such a long fall… And then you looked across to the other side of the street. Eliza was sitting on her rooftop patio, reading a book and bathing in the bright sunlight.

You had to do this.

"I said I wasn't afraid…" you stepped back, sighed and started to run across the slippery surface of the roof, "And I meant it." You jumped, soaring through the air and grinning like an idiot. You were going to make it… You were going to reach Eliza's roof. Finally… Finally! You were going to be accepted. You wouldn't be that weird, outcast, antisocial nerd anymore. And then you were falling, hands flailing about for something to grasp onto but there was nothing. You shut your eyes, expecting the worst. When you hit the ground, the air rushed out of your lungs and you couldn't breathe and your leg felt like it was being stabbed by a hundred knives and you could hear the blood rushing in your ears and the voices of those idiots on top of the roof bounced around in your head.

"What an idiot!"

"D'you think he's okay…?

"Yeah, he'll be fine."

"Let's go… I'm out of beer."

A sob escaped your lips and you clutched your leg, still gasping for air. The next thing you knew, strong arms were lifting you up into the air and then everything went quiet…
You woke up in a plain white room. You were wearing a stark white t-shirt and similar sweat pants. You were lying in a bed, leg propped up on a mountain of pillows and one glass of cold, clear water on the nightstand beside the bed. You reached for the glass, realizing how thirsty you were. You yelled out in pain- even the slightest movement made your leg scream in agony.

You leaned back, letting out a frustrated sigh.

You heard the sounds of footsteps outside and then the door opened to show a tall man with sandy hair and alarmingly purple eyes. "Did you need something?" he asked in a thick Russian accent.

"Uh… C-Can I have that glass of water please?" you asked, stumbling over your own tongue. The man nodded and walked over to your bedside, handing you the glass of water.

"That was quite a fall you had." He commented, adjusting the light pink scarf around his neck.

"Yeah… That was pretty stupid of me." You let out a choked sort of laugh, blushing the slightest bit.

"I bet you are hungry, da?" he smiled at you. "I will get food." The man walked out, leaving you to sit in stunned silence in that plain white room.

You placed a hand to your forehead. 'Is it just the fall…?' you asked yourself, 'Or was that guy really hot?' You flopped back on the bed, sending a jolt of pain up your leg. Of all the things that needed to happen…

The Russian man walked back in the room, carrying a steaming bowl of soup. "Here you are." He placed the tray it was on onto your lap, taking the spoon in his hand and ladling up some soup and raising it to your lips.

"I-I can… I can feed myself. Thanks, though…" You smiled shakily at him. You wanted to appear somewhat strong in front of this mystery man.
"Suit yourself." He shrugged, handing you the spoon. You stuffed it in your mouth, slurping up the soup.

"It's delicious." You told him after you had taken the spoon out of your mouth.

"I'm glad you like it." He smiled at you and you felt your heart flutter.

'Damn it!' you mentally kicked yourself, 'I don't need this!' You tried to smile back and when that plan failed you began to spoon more soup into your mouth.

"I'm Ivan by the way." The Russian told you, still smiling.


"What a nice name…" Ivan took the now empty soup bowl from you and laid it and its tray on the nightstand next to the water glass.

"How did you find me?" you blurted, immediately wincing. Why did you say that?!

"I was in my back garden and saw the whole thing happen. I just thought it would be right to help you… It was like something was pulling me to you." He shrugged.

You felt your heart flutter again and you nodded at him.

"You should get some rest… It's been a very long day for you."

"I guess you're right…" you leaned back against the pillows and closed your eyes. Ivan stood up, walking over to the door, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him as he left.

When you had fallen asleep, Ivan came back in the room and sat back down next to your bed, gently pushing the hair off of your forehead and staring at you with his intense purple eyes.

"It wasn't just chance that I saw your fall, _____..." he whispered to you. Ivan leaned down and kissed you on the forehead.

And at just that moment your eyes fluttered open and you were face to face with the Russian.

"AAAAAAAAH!" you screamed.

Ivan backed away; face a mask of embarrassment and pain. "I'm sorry." He said quietly.

"No!" you said, much too loudly, "No, it's fine, you just surprised me… That's all." You smiled at him, heart pounding in your chest. You slowly tried to get out of bed, wincing as your leg screamed in agony. You finally got both feet on the floor and started to limp towards Ivan.

"_____..." he whispered, smile back on his face.

"Y-Yeah… Hang on…" you finally reached him, stumbling into his strong arms.

He hugged you tightly, burying his nose in your hair.

You sighed contentedly. This was perfect… No more pain. This was comfort.
This is a request from :iconnaked-toes: (Love the icon by the way~)

So yeah... A MALE reader insert. Wow, this was real different. I had absolutely NO IDEA what I was doing... Me doing this was basically the equivalent as a penguin trying to fly. But I really do hope you like it, it was a fun challenge to write.

Hetalia- :iconhimaruyaplz:
Story- me
You- :iconsexyrussiaplz:
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"Gah! Where is it?!" You said loudly as you search your room, tearing apart everything.

You pulled the blankets off your bed, as well as the sheets. You lifted your mattress so that now it was standing sideways leaning against the wall. All of your shoes were barfed out around the opening to the closet you shared with your boyfriend. Where could it have gone?

Your room was a mess from your search. It looked like a tornado blew in through the window and threw all of your belongings in every direction imaginable. You sighed.

I had better clean this mess up before he comes home, you thought.

You know the saying speak of the devil and the devil shall appear? Yeah, well, it never fails to put you in bad situations.

You heard the front door open and close, and your boyfriend's voice call out for you.

"(Name)! I'm home, my little sunflower!" He called.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I can't let him see this mess! He'll be so mad at me!" You silently scream. "Maybe I can keep him from coming in here for now..."

As you panicked, you walked out of the room and closed the door behind you. You walked down the hall and saw your boyfriend of three years standing in the living room, taking off his scarf and setting down his briefcase. When he finished he turned to you and smiled, his violet eyes shining and his white hair falling into them. You smiled and walked over to him.

"Hello, my beautiful sunflower." He said . "What have you been doing all day?"

You shrugged and giggled somewhat nervously. "Not much, Ivan. Just, hanging around."

Ivan smiled and walked up to you and pulled you into your arms. "You have to be giving more information than that, da?"

You smiled. "Not until you tell me what happened at work today."

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, planting a kiss on your lips. "Not much to be telling. Only that I'm worn out and want to be in bed with my beautiful (name)."

You felt your cheeks heat up a bit. "Oh. Well you really don't want to go in there right now." You smile at him. "It smells horrible. I opened up the windows in hopes that it would air out the room. But I think it still smells bad." You hoped Ivan wouldn't be able to see through your lie.

"That’s not a problem. Just spray some air freshener in it." He replied.

"We ran out." You said a little too fast.

Ivan looked at you a little suspiciously. "What are you trying to hide, sunflower?"

He started to walk towards your room. You kept pleading with him, trying to get him to stop, but he refused. Before he opened the door, you threw yourself in front of it, your hands outstretched over it. A purplish aura started to surround your Russian boyfriend.

"Move, (name)." He said.

If you were anyone else, that aura would have scared you. But all of your friends and Ivan's colleagues said that you were just as scary, if not scarier than the Russian who called you his sunflower.

"No." You said and glared.

"Don’t make me move you." Ivan said and started to kol.

You tried to stand your ground, but you knew that when Ivan started to kol, he was really mad, and if you didn’t give in, he would ignore you for a week. Yes, it had happened before. He only started talking to you again when you made him some borsch drowned in vodka. Not wanting to have to deal with that again, you moved away from the door.

Ivan opened it and walked in, taking in the sight of the destroyed room. You flinched back, expecting him to get madder and start yelling. But that never happened. Instead he started laughing. You looked at your boyfriend curiously. He turned to you and smiled.

"What were you looking for, sunflower?" He asked.

"Uh… this little stuffed (animal) I had. You know the one that was worn out with a crudely sown together tear on its back and the eyes were all white and beat up and the nose was falling off?" You explained.

"You didn’t think to call me and ask me if I had any idea where it was?" Ivan asked.

You shook you head, blushing.

"Come." He said and walked out of the room.

You followed him. He walked out to the front door and knelt down in front of his brief case. He opened it and pulled something out. But before he turned around he asked you to close your eyes and hold out your hands. You did and seconds later, you felt something being placed in your hands.

"Open your eyes." Ivan said.

You did and saw your stuffed (animal) in your hands. It looked completely resorted, just like it did when it was new. Around its neck you saw something glitters and a card tucked under the bow. Upon closer examination, you saw that the thing that glittered was actually a ring with a big diamond fixed in the middle.  Tears of joy stung the back of your eyes as you pulled the card out and read it.

Dear (name),

Happy four year anniversary, sunflower. While I was at work I had your (animal) restored to how it was when you first got it. I hope you like it.
There's also something I would like to ask you.

Yours forever
Ivan Braginski

When you finished reading the note you looked at Ivan. He was down on one knee, looking up at you. He took one of your hands in his in his.

"Will you marry me, (full name)?" He asked.

The tear spilled over your eyelids and you nodded, too happy to speak. Ivan smiled and took the ring off of the stuffed (animal)'s new ribbon collar and slid it onto your finger.

"я тебя люблю."

"I love you too, Ivan." You said.

He smiled and pulled you into his arms and planted a kiss on your lips, a kiss you happily returned.


"How about some borsch for dinner, and then we clean the room, da?" Ivan asked.

You nodded, smiling, and walking into the kitchen to make you fiancée his favorite dish.
Well, this is my first Russia reader insert. it is also a request for a friend of mine. :iconnerdzilla101: She wanted Russia fluff, so i did my best.

i think it totally sucks, to be honest, i mean, the idea is cliche, its sappy and its so cute that it makes me want to vomit. loo. just kidding on that last one. all in all, i just don't really think its my absolute best work. but anyway. i hope you like it.

also, ignore the blood and pipe that is in the picture. i picked it because it was well drawn and i thought the sunflowers worked well with the story


I do not own Russia.

I do not own the picture. it came from [link]

This is a request for :iconnerdzilla101:

I DO own the story
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Russia x Reader: Sweetest Confessions


You stood quietly by the wall, watching him quietly. He was leaning against the wall, an innocent smile placed on his lips as he watched the others argue in the meeting. You were too shy to approach him, much less talk to him. Every time you saw him, you always felt your heart beat go faster and your breath hitch by your throat.


Russia listened boredly during the meeting. Outside he looked calm and peaceful, but inside, conflicting emotions arose. You were standing there, looking so sweet and innocent, and blushing whenever he glanced at you. All of his attention was on you, despite his appearance on the outside. He desperately wanted to talk to you, but yet he couldn't. He would probably just scare you away.


Oh, such conflicting emotions.


You wanted to approach him, to talk to him, yet as much as you wanted to, you were just too shy. You always wondered when you would have enough courage to approach him. You fidgeted shyly, nervously biting your lower lip as a habit. You sighed.


If you don't approach him now, then when would you?


You breathed deeply in courage, the urge of approaching him enough to give you courage.


Russia almost couldn't take it anymore. You were biting your lip so cutely that he wanted to take it in his mouth, feel his tongue roll over yours, breathe in your scent, and....<insert perv thoughts here>. He let out a suppressed gasp. He felt like he was choking, not being able to get close enough to you. It seemed like you had a magnetic pull towards the Russian. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts of you.


It didn't work.


You heard him gasp just as you took your first step towards him. You blushed lightly, now starting to get nervous again as your courage slowly slipped out of you. You started to think in your head whether to approach him or not.


What if he makes you go away?


What if he hates you?


You huffed in courage, drawing it in once again in another deep breath, telling yourself that it would be okay mentally.


Russia snapped. He couldn't keep his self control any longer. He stomped harsh, loud steps toward you, and he grabbed your hand forcefully. He pulled you outside, not caring of the stares of the other nations as he did so. Then, the Russian slammed you against the wall next to the door.


You yelped in surprise as the Russian grabbed your hand and pulled you. You blushed red that might as well put Spain's tomatoes into shame, and winced at the contact of your back to the wall. You stared at his eyes as you breathed heavily.


He stared into your (e/c) orbs that never seemed to stop sparkling.


Sparkling? Wait, were...were you crying?


His eyes widen at the thought and he mentally slapped himself. He didn't know he had such strength. Well, he did know, but that wasn't the point.


"I...I'm sorry," he whispered, releasing you.


Your tears unconsciously fall from your (e/c) eyes from the pain your hand had suffered from Russia's grip. But, despite silently crying unconsciously, you still stared right into his eyes. You heard him whisper his apologies, making you feel flutters in your stomach.


"E-eh....?", you mumbled softly. Your cheeks were tear-streaked, still with your light blush.


He fidgeted awkwardly as he looked down, not wanting to embarrass himself again.


"I'm sorry, I just..", he muttered. He allowed himself a peek.


You were so cute, perhaps too cute, and too irresistible for him!!!


"...couldn't help myself."


You looked away shyly in embarrassment, blushing innocently.


"I-It's okay...", you murmured shyly in your soft voice. Then you looked at him and saw that he was blushing lightly and rather adorably, making your heart skip a beat and feel fluttering in your stomach.


"Argh, Mother of-!" He leaned in and kissed you for what it's worth, frustration of not having you close to him taking over. He couldn’t take it anymore, it was perhaps too much.


Your eyes widened in both shock and happiness as his lips roughly crashed into your as your heart beat raced like there's no tomorrow. Slowly, you started to kiss back timidly, your hand on his chest.


Russia realized you were kissing back, and forced his tongue into yours, although you held no resistance at all. Suddenly, he cupped your chin as he parted lips for air. He panted slightly, murmuring, "(1) Я тебя люблю, (Y/N)..."

Even though you don't understand Russian, you still somehow knew what he said. 


"I-I-I love you too...", you murmured, breathing heavily. You stared right into his eyes, your cheeks flushed light pink.


Russia blinked.


Was this for real?


He had to make sure again. He dived back down to your lips, unconscious tears flowing down his cheek.


"(2) мой подсолнух, мой подсолнух..." he mumbled shakily against your mouth.


You slowly and gently caressed his cheek with your hand, wiping his tears away with your thumb. You timidly pecked his forehead lightly, tiptoeing. You slowly smiled gently, a smile so innocent and bright that it also made Russia smile back, his heart beating fast.


Unfortunately, the door HAD to burst open with all the nations keeping their ears pressed to it. An angry aura surrounded the Russian, and a sound began coming out of his mouth without his lips moving. It sounded suspiciously like "Kolkolkolkolkolkol".


You squeaked in surprise as the nations tumbled down the floor.


"Wh-wha-!!!", you yelped, and quickly grabbed Russia's hand, making him calm down and look at you with a small, innocent smile, his rather angry aura fading away.

His frown quickly melted away, and soon, he was smiling affectionately down at you. A few hoots and whistles came from the crowd of staring nations. Russia looked down at them and said in a seemingly innocent voice, “Leave me and my sunflower alone, da?"




"Da?", He said again, this time scarier and firmer than usual.


No one dared speak for a while, just until the eavesdropping nations quickly left the room, leaving both of you alone once again. You were still holding Russia's hand in reassurance, keeping him calm.


He blew it, didn't he? He felt your quivering hand holding his, and he knew he scared you. You were quite scared, alright. But you didn't mind. It was him, after all. As long as it's him, you wouldn't mind, no matter what.


He stared at the floor awkwardly. "I-I'm sorry I called you my sunflower, I-I mean, you didn't even agree to being and-!" he stuttered. God, he was a stumbling heap of nervousness next to you. He was just so happy he even got to kiss you and-!


You shut his stupid, rapid thoughts up with a chaste kiss.


You suddenly kissed him to stop him rambling, your hand still holding his. "Shh...", you hushed at him after pulling away, your arms now around his neck, making Russia's face rather burn. You had suddenly turned so bold. He liked this side of you, as well as your shy and innocent one.


“It’s okay….”, you told him gently, with an innocent smile on your face, your cheeks still flushed red. You gently caressed his cheek as you stared into his enchanting eyes filled with happiness. "A-as long as it's you, I-I don't mind...."


He pressed his warm lips gently on your forehead, murmuring sweet, beautiful words to you that made your cheeks feel warm and your heart race.


"I love you, (F/N)...", he whispered in a voice filled with sincere love and warmth, something that made you heart skip a beat. It made your heart bubble in happiness and gratefulness, yet also relief, that he loved you back.


It was like a dream come true....


You smiled sweetly and so innocently that it made Russia's heart skip in bliss and such satisfaction.


"I love you too.", you said delightfully and somehow dreamily.


...Well, it is a dream come true, for you. It was your sweetest confession just for him, after all.


Yay for fluffs~!!! :iconyaychibirussiaplz: I finally finished it! Well, this actually came from an unfinished rp with a friend in FB, then poof! Here it is! XD Ahaha~ Fluffy fluffeh~ I hope you guys like it! >w<)/ 

(1) I love you
(2) My sunflower

Hetalia belongs to :iconhimaruyaplz:

You belong to yourself, or perhaps :iconrussiawinkplz:

Plot belongs to :iconakainamida1:
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"(Name)? You awake?"

(Name) jumped at the sound of her friend's voice. She looked to her left and saw Toris Laurinaitis. The brunette was staring at her with his pools of curious green eyes. She yawned and rubber her eyes tiredly.

"Sorry, Torris. Winter just makes me sleepy sometimes." she yawned.

It was winter time during the school year. With (Name) cramming for exams in a couple weeks, and the holidays coming up, she hardly had anytime for her friends, including her crush.

Ah, her crush. The tall platinum haired, violet eyed, handsome Russian, Ivan Braginsky. Every time he smiled his childlike grin at her, she would just melt despite the cold climate.

"You should head on home, (Name). School's over." Toris told her as he walked with her through the empty hallways.

"Yeah, I have to get home and jump back on studying." She explained.

"Still? (Name), exams aren't for a few more weeks, we have plenty of time!" Toris exclaimed. The two of them reached their neighboring lockers and began to pull out and put back what they needed for homework. "Besides, we have that last quiz in chemistry that we need to study for."

"I know, and I have been studying for that. Anyway, I need to head to the library. I need to find a book that I need to study with." (Name) stated as she pulled out her coat and scarf from her locker, then shutting it.

Toris sighed. "You really need to learn to take a break once and a while, (Name)."

(Name) chuckled. "I know. See ya on Monday, Toris. Tell Feliks I said hi." she began to walk away. Before she left the school, she put down her backpack, put on her coat and wrapped the scarf around her neck. She pulled her hair out from under the scarf and closed her coat by buttoning it. She picked up her backpack and made her way down to the library.


"Let's see... That book should be right...." (Name) walked through the isles of bookshelves as she searched for a chemistry book that she needed. "Ah. Here we go." She reached out for the book, but sadly it was on a shelf too high for her to reach. "Crap...." she cursed under her breath.

"You need this book, da?" a cheerful voice said next to (Name).

(Name) turned her head and her (e/c) orbs widened to see her crush standing right next to her. A childlike smile ever present on his face. He wore a long tan coat, green pants, boots, and a long white scarf.

"H-Hi, Ivan." She greeted as she stopped her attempts to get the book.

"Privet, (Name). How are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm fine, getting books I need to study with. Exams coming up... You know..." She replied as she allowed her gaze to drop to the floor.

"Da. So, you needed this book, da?" He asked as he pointed to the book that (Name) was reaching for. (Name) nodded. He chuckled softly and retrieved the book and held it out for her. "Here you go." He said sweetly.

(Name) looked up and blushed. "Th-thanks Ivan." She mumbled as she took the book.

"Would you like me to walk with you home, (Name)?" Ivan asked.

(Name)'s face burned. Her heart fluttered happily inside her chest as she nodded a yes.

"Wonderful." He smiled happily.

The two of them proceeded to the checkout counter. (Name) took the book from librarian when she was done checking it out. They walked out of the large building and headed down the cold winter street.

"Ivan, what were you doing at the library? I never asked." (Name) spoke, and watched as her words became puffs of steam in the cold air.

"Well, I was looking for a few books to help me study for that chemistry quiz that we have coming up for exams. But it would appear that someone had already checked it out." He sighed slightly. "I'm not the best at chemistry, and I want to do well on this quiz."

This is perfect! (Name) thought. I can help him study and then confess my feelings for him! "Well, Ivan. I can help you study if you want. That's what I've been doing for the past week anyway."

Ivan's eyes lit up and his cheeks became dusted with alight pink. "You would do that for me?" He asked.

"Of course! What are friends for?" Friends?!! Crap! What did I say friends?! That can't be good!! She cursed in her thoughts.

"Oh (Name), Spasibo, thank you so much!" Ivan cheered as he suddenly wrapped (Name) into a hug. She girl squeaked at his sudden action, but melted into the hug and sighed contently. Ivan broke the hug and smiled down at her. "Come on, let's get you home."

"R-right." (Name) stuttered softly as she continued to walk with Ivan. The walk only lasted for a little bit before the two of them stopped in front of (Name)'s house. "So, this is the place. Will you be able to remember where it is?" She asked her friend.

"Da, I believe so. But I think that we should trade numbers. So you can text me directions in case I get lost." Ivan replied with a smile.

"Oh! Right!" (Name) took her phone out of her pocket and proceeded to trade numbers with Ivan. "There, now you can just text me if you get lost." she stated as she smiled up at him.

"Da." Replied the Russian. "I'll see you at about 5:30, alright?"

"Fine with me, see you tomorrow, Ivan." She waved to him as he began to walk away.

"Bye, (Name)." He waved back before he turned around and continued to walk.

(Name) watched him as he left, she noticed that it started snowing. She giggled softly as the small flakes landed on her face, but soon decided to go inside and start preparing for the study-date with Ivan tomorrow.


5:30 on the dot. There was a knock on the door.

(Name) wore a (f/c) sweater with a sunflower on it, dark blue jeans, and fluffy socks. She got up from her seat on the couch near the lit fire, and walked to the door. She braced herself for the cold as she opened it. There stood Ivan wearing his coat, scarf, and snow boots. At his side was his school bag, ready to be opened.

"Welcome, Ivan. Come on in." (Name) smiled as she stepped aside to let her friend in.

"Spasibo, (Name)." He replied with a smile. He stepped inside and let her close the door.

"You can take your coat and boots off if you want. Would you like something to drink?" She asked as she made her way back to the living room.

"Nyet, but it was nice of you to offer." Ivan replied as he slipped off his coat and boots. He followed (Name) back to the living room where she had seated herself back on the couch with the coffee table cleaned and ready to be used.

"Alright, so you want help with chemistry, right?" (Name) asked him.

"Da, you can help, right?" He asked as he took out his text book and binder.

"Ivan, who do you think you're asking. I'm the top of my class when it comes to chemistry." She teased him slightly.

Ivan gave a light chuckle and nodded. "Well, I'm having the most trouble when I'm working with bonding."

"Chemical bonding, Eh? Easy." (Name) began. "Alright, so you know that there are two main bonds, right?"

"Da, ionic bonds and covalent bonds." He replied.

"Right, how is an iconic bond formed?" She asked

"Let's see, an ionic bond forms when it accepts or donates one or more of it's electrons to another atom, right?"

"Yeah. And a covalent bond is only formed when they share electrons."

The two of them went back and forth going over the material. (Name) hardly noticed that she was leaning on Ivan most of the time when they were looking through the textbook.

"Okay, last question. What is a polar covalent bond?" (Name) asked.

"That's when two atoms don't share electrons equally." Ivan replied.

(Name) nodded her approval. "Well done. I'd say you know everything that will be on that quiz." She gave him a smile.

"Wonderful! (Name), I want to thank you for all the help you have given me. It means a lot to me." Ivan smiled at her like he normally would. He enveloped her in another hug, and held her tightly.

This is it! I have to tell him now! (Name) thought. She was about to open her mouth to speak, but Ivan's voice stopped her.

"(Name)?" He asked.

"Yes, Ivan?"

He was silent. Not that (Name) could see, but his face was red with a blush forming across his face.

"(N-Name).... I-I..." He stumbled, trying to find the words he was looking for.

"Yes?" She asked, curious of what he was doing.

Ivan cursed in his mind. Damn, why is this so hard? He broke the hug and held (Name) so that he was looking right into her (e/c) eyes. He took in a breath. "YA lyublyu tebya." He told her.

(Name) tipped her head in confusion. "Sorry, Ivan. But I don't know what that means."

Ivan chuckled softly. "Well then, let this explain." He told her gently. He took her chin gently and pressed his lips to her's. (Name)'s eyes widened and her face flamed in red, but she relaxed into the kiss. She allowed her eyes to flutter shut and held the kiss with him.

The need for air grew too great and the two of them broke apart. Ivan pressed his forehead against (Name)'s and lovingly looked into her eyes. "Do you know what it means now?" He asked.

"I can take a guess." She giggled.

Ivan laughed lightly. "I'm glad. I'm glad that I finally got to tell my sunflower how I feel."

"And Ivan?" She spoke.


She placed a small kiss on his nose. "I love you too."

Ivan smiled as his love. He sat back on the arm of the couch and pulled (Name) on top of him so that her head was resting on his chest. He noticed that the world outside had grown dark and it was snowing again. Ivan noticed that (Name) let out a small yawn, then snuggled herself closer to his chest.

"Sunflower?" He asked softly.

No response.

Ivan brushed away some of her (h/c) strands and saw that she has fallen asleep. He chuckled lightly at her. Ivan gave her a light kiss on the top of her head. "Sleep well, my sunflower." He whispered softly.
La la la, la la la~ it's not winter and yet I'm writing about winter! :

Well, this is my second request! FLUFFY ATTACK!!! RWAR!!!:iconflyrussiaplz:

Anyway, :iconsharkgirl567: requested a fluffy RussiaXReader. I hope I made it fluffy enough. :aww:

If anyone of you lovely people out there want to make a request, come here please! [link]

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--"I wanna love you..."--

You always saw him, whether it is at world meetings or on the streets, he never failed to make an appearance. Always there, always alone.

Ivan Braginski, the tall and threatening, had earned your interest. And what good was that if you hadn't earned his in return?
You knew you were about to tread dangerous waters, but that was the fun, right?

--"...But I better not touch."--


--"I wanna hold you..."--

A note was all it took.

Well, an invitation, really. One you had placed carefully in his folder after a world meeting, slipping away unnoticed when your mission was accomplished.

Now you walked into a club, dressed to kill, trying to calm your nerves. What if he doesn't show? What if it doesn't work? What if, what if, what if?

You decided it best to dance a little beforehand, hoping that a little fun would help you simmer down.

Swaying to the beat at first, you soon let the music control you. It moved your body in every direction, tempting those who saw. You were unapproachable, though, as someone had already claimed you.

The song ended, and you turned towards the bar. You didn't make it far before your 'prey', of sorts, was standing before you.


He smiled, scaring those dancing closest to the two of you away.

"Privet, [Name]. Is it a custom in your country to court others through paper?" He tilted his head, almost innocently. But you were no fool, and would play his game your own way.

"I'm afraid I do not know about this note, Ivan. Is it customary in Russia to interrogate girls on the dance floor, or are going to dance with me?"

For a split second, he seemed surprised. Or had you imagined it? Well, either way, you did see him shake his head 'no'.

"Niet, dear [Name], I do not dance to this music. We will drink," he didn't wait for you reply; instead he departed for the bar. You blinked, taken off guard, before laughing quietly. This was Ivan, what did you expect?
You took a seat next to him, nodding to the bartender for your usual. Ivan was practically inhaling what you knew to be vodka.

"I have decided," he suddenly declared.

You gave him a questioning look, urging him to elaborate.
He took his time finishing his second glass (you swear he was enjoying your growing impatience). Finally, he faced you again, wearing his ominous smile.

"You will be mine."

The question now was: is this what you wanted?

--"...but my senses tell me to stop."--
--I wanna kiss you…"--

Ivan treated you like a princess, showering you with his affections.

        True, he was more than a little possessive, effectively scaring all the males in your life. You didn't mind his actions, though. In fact, you found it to be sweet, in its own twisted way.  
       You smiled to yourself, thinking pleasant Ivan related thoughts. Lost in your own little world, you didn't notice a certain Russian until his arms wrapped around your waist from behind you.
"[Name]," Ivan murmured while kissing your hair. His lips moved to you ear before attaching themselves to your neck. You felt him smile when you became lax and rested your head against him. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were aware of his pride in being able to do this to you. Further still, was another thought, a darker thought.
       Was this a game to him?
He had you in the palm of his hand, you realized, and more than likely enjoyed the feeling of owning you. Did he care about you? Or were you just a possession to him?
       You wanted to know, wanted to find out answers. But you were far too distracted by his cool lips on your fiery skin.
       Whether he thought it a game or not, you felt as though it were. And he currently had the winning strategy.

--"..but I want it too much."--

--"I hear you calling and it's needles and pins."--

        You came to the decision to even the score. He had you addicted, starving for his attention. He deserved to feel the same, and you were going to make sure he did.


       You knew he'd come for you, even if it was a game to him. After all, Ivan did hate to lose.
       And if he did care, even just a little? Well, the phrase "you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone" summarizes your plan. You're going to leave; let him stew in whatever it was going on in his head. It was cruel, to force him back to the loneliness you knew him to dread, but it was necessary. You had fallen in too deep, and what had been independence was now a need. You needed him, so it was only fair that he needed you, too.
       Oh yes, he'd come to crave you, as you do him. You intended to make an addict out of him.

       Let it never be said that things were easy.
       You saw him everywhere you went. No, you weren't suffering for lonely delusions (though you did miss him intensely); Ivan actually was where ever you were. Seeing him watching you nearly made you give in. You wanted in to be in his arms again, savoring every kiss and whisper. You managed to stay strong, however, by reminding yourself of your goal. You searched his stares for anything, anything at all, but he never changed face. Not once did he look broken, nor did he show any form of desire. He merely stared, blank faced.
       Why wasn't it working? You felt as if you were missing a piece to the puzzle.

       And you were right.

       Not a week after you left him to himself, did he corner you; in an alley on a fairly deserted street, to be exact.
"[Name], dear one, why would you abandon me?" His voice was deceivingly sweet, coating the raging storm within. He nuzzled your neck as he had you pinned to the wall. With him so deliciously close, you could feel the tension, the struggle to hold back a violent outburst.
       Surprised at first, you quickly realized what the missing piece was. He wouldn't show weakness in public, in front of others. But in a private location, such as an abandoned alley, there was no reason for him to conceal his emotions.
"You. Are. Mine," he growled against your skin.

Lifting his head, he stared hungrily at your mouth. He kissed you, with the rough and demanding nature that you so desired. You could taste his need, the very thing you wanted from him. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
       After a minute or so, he pulled away. It was much too soon for your liking, so you placed tempting butterfly kisses along his jaw line, working your way to the corner of his mouth.

       You moved your gaze to meet his, relishing in the hungry fire you saw in his eyes. You smiled innocently, privately enjoying your victory. He was as hooked as you, as dependent on your presence as you are his.
       His smile in return wasn't so sweet. It was that of a predator, ready to dominate its prey.
       He attacked your lips again, whispering your name with sweet nothings over and over again.
--"I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name."--
A compilation of a short series of drabbles I did.
The song is Poison by Groove Coverage (I love it so hard :iconilavplz:)
Picture and song lyrics do not belong to me! Nor does Russia/Ivan!

*Hmmm, I wonder if it's strange how much I love writing about relationships like this...
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World Meetings suck.

I sighed at the thought as I walked down the all too familiar hallways leading up to the Conference Room. Every time a meeting gets called, I get a headache! You know, it wouldn’t be so bad if things were a little more orderly sometimes. A lot happens when we arrange our little get-togethers yet most of the time, we don’t really get much done. Sure, a lot of times we have fun and I enjoy myself with everyone, but other times I get the worst migraines and I tend to get cranky. Then Alfred starts to tease me and call me a Grumpy Cat, whatever that means. I groaned at the thought. Today is one of those days.

Today, I was awoken bright and early in the morning by a message from Arthur telling me that we had a meeting to attend. Of course, glorious as it is, I woke up with a major headache plus a side of grouchy grogginess. Isn’t that pleasant? Woo! I can’t wait to hear Ludwig screaming at us! I pouted at the thought as the doors to the Meeting Hall came into view. Gosh that sounds rude. I don’t mean to be, like I said, I’m just cranky.

Then, as I began to approach the wide white double doors of the room, the voices of early nation representatives began to fill my ears. “No way, dude! You do it!” Alfred’s voice rang out in a hushed tone. “Honhon, no way, mon ami!” Francis’s voice countered back right as I walked into the meeting hall. Inside, there were four nation representatives; Alfred of America, Francis of France, Arthur of England, and Ivan of Russia.

Arthur sat on the opposite side of the room from Alfred and Francis, his hand pressed against his face in annoyance. Ivan was standing on the opposite side of the room from me, staring out a window with a view of the seemingly endless field outside. All the while, Alfred and Francis stood to the corner on my right, looking like two gossiping teenage girls. I concealed a giggle at the thought.

“Oh Thank God! Someone I can actually stand talking to.” Arthur sighed in relief as I walked over to him. I giggled when he said so and smiled. “I see I’m not the only one in a grumpy mood today, hmm?” I commented. He glared at me slightly when I said so and shook his head with another sigh. “It’s those damn twits; they’re getting on my bloody nerves.” He said, purposely ignoring my comment from before. “Alfred and Francis?” I questioned. “Who else?”

I looked back at the two from over my shoulder as they kept pointing fingers at each other and talking in hushed tones. “What are they doing anyways?” I asked curiously. “God knows what.” Arthur sighed as he leaned back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. “They’ve been blabbering on and on since they got here. Bloody wankers.” A loud gasp from Francis echoed after he said so followed by a triumphant laugh from Alfred. This only made me twitch slightly in annoyance and Arthur tighten his death grip on his own nose even more.

“You’re gonna break it if you pinch any harder.” I commented. That earned me another sigh from the annoyed Britt as he brought his hand down. “Please, save me.” He told me with a pleading expression. I chuckled a bit at the sight and folded my arms over my chest. “Sure thing, Iggy.” Yay! A different reaction! I actually got a growl that time! I laughed to myself as I walked away before he could throw one of his priceless insults my way.

So, I made my way over to the two bickering representative nations and tapped Alfred’s shoulder just as Francis was going to snap something back at him. “Oh hey, dude! Like, when did you get here?” Alfred greeted me with his wide and bright smile, his grin shinning bright like a Doitsu. “Just a couple of minutes ago. Hey, Francis.” I waved at the cheery French man. “Ma jolie, bonjour! I didn't hear you come in either!” He greeted me.

I shrugged and smiled at the two in return, trying my hardest not to be grumpy. Although, of course, it’s hard to be grumpy when they’re this nice to you. “Probably didn’t notice me because of this little controversy you two are having. What’s it all about?” I asked. “Well, it’s like this dude~” He was saying before I interrupted. “Dudette.” I corrected matter-of-factly even though I know it’s not really a word. Alfred smiled when I said so and nodded. “Right, dudette, well, Francis and I were just playing a game of dares and we were discussing one of his next dares.” He explained.

“No, I refuse! I told you, Alfred, it’s not happening. Non.” Francis interjected. “Come on, dude! I’ve done all my dares so far! So you have to too!” Alfred retorted. “But I never made you do anything like that!” Francis countered with a shiver. “Gives me the chills, das frissons.” I raised an eyebrow as their conversation carried on. “What are you two blabbering about?” I asked. “What’s this oh so scary dare?” I added on with a mocking gesture of my hands over my head, letting my fingers wiggle as I spoke.

“You see, mon ami, Alfred here has dared me to,” He gulped. “Go hug Ivan.” I stared at him in disbelief when he said so, annoyance once again flooding my system. “Seriously?” I asked. He nodded frantically when I did. “Oui! Oui!” Alfred crossed his arms over his chest once Francis explained the dare to me. “I know right? He’s such a chicken.” He shook his head. “Totally lame, dude.” Francis glared at him with a pout when he said so. “Then why don’t you do it?” He questioned, pointing an accusing finger at Alfred.

Alfred looked nervously from Francis to me and back again when he asked. “Are you nuts? No way!” He denied. “He might like, engulf me into a different dimension with that scarf of his…” This earned my second sigh for the day and the first face-palm! Looks like I’m joining Arthur in his annoyance after all. “I don’t want to do it either!” Francis commented with an actual look of fear taking hold of his expression. “Seriously?” I repeated with a little more bitterness in my tone, but I went unnoticed.

“’Cause you’re a chicken!”

“Am not!”

“Are to!”

“Am not!”

“Are to!”

“Take it back, Alfred!”

“Never, dude!”

“God damn it, I’ll do it!” I growled at the both of them, aggravation dripping from my words like venom. They both stared at me, blinking consecutively in disbelief. “Woah, seriously?” Alfred asked in surprise. “Yes, seriously, but I’m not doing it because of the dare.” I clarified. “Why then, ma jolie?” Francis questioned with confusion contorting his expression. “Because I want to and so I can show you two that Ivan is a normal person just like you and me and to also show you that being afraid of him is completely stupid!” I growled out my explanation.

Then, without another word said, I began to walk over to Ivan.

He still stood over by the window, gazing out at the distance of the field. His back was turned to me, his slick light sandpaper colored hair brushing against the back of his scarf which embraced his neck warmly. Ivan is a very tall man. His stature almost went over the window, missing the gap by just a couple of inches. Maybe that’s why everyone finds him intimidating? Because he’s so tall? But why? Just because he’s tall doesn’t mean he’s a demented devil spawn from hell sworn to devour our souls. He’s just a normal person and it’s about damn time everybody started treating him like one.

He’s just a couple of inches away from me now, the scent of firewood pleasantly emitting from him and embracing me in its alluring presence. I looked up at the back of his head once I was behind him, noticing now that I reached up a little lower than his shoulder. Still, this didn't bother me. I took him in for a moment, seeing as he gazed out that window without the slightest clue that I was behind him; the way his slick hair seemed to dance its way over his scarf; the way his tall stature did nothing to alter his gentle being.

Then, I hugged him as tight as I could.

Wrapping both my arms around Ivan from behind, I tried to pull him into a hug, but instead, I pulled myself against him. Oh well, works either way. I hugged him tight from behind, pressing my cheek against his warm and fuzzy coat. I caught a sight of Arthur looking at me in utmost confusion but I ignored him. I suddenly started to feel my cheeks heat up and color as Ivan stiffened in my embrace, a small gasp escaping him.

Me, I've always thought Ivan was quite the handsome man and such a gentleman, but I was always too shy to really have a conversation with him. Then again, I just came up and hugged him at random; that’s a little farther than just talking. Is that weird? I hope not. My cheeks grew hotter at the thought and I buried my cheek deeper into the furry material of his coat with my eyes shut tight, hoping he didn't feel it on his side.

A sigh of peace made my eyes snap open again in just a heartbeat.

Then, I felt a pair of soft gloved hands encompass my own hands, laying upon his firm wide chest. He let his fingers pry my hands apart from each other and then intertwined my fingers with his own, the soft material of his gloves immediately beginning to warm my hands. He held my hands like that for a short moment, keeping me pressed against his back in our embrace. That is, until he
released my hands and turned around in my arms which encircled him.

Boom, there goes a heartstring.

God, his smile is gorgeous. When he turned around, he gave me the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen, his violet eyes sparkling as he looked down at me. “Sapphira, what a warm surprise.” He commented with a soft grin. “I was lost in my own world up until you hugged me.” He chuckled to himself when he said so and I swear, I almost melted in his arms. “I-I’m sorry.” I stammered, suddenly bashful. “I just…felt like saying hi.” He chuckled even more when I said so.

“You’re a silly girl, Sapphira.” He commented. “Why must you apologize? You’ve done nothing wrong.”  He questioned. I blinked when he asked and felt my tongue tie. Jesus, what do I say? My head is swimming. “Maybe it was a random thing to do and would have seemed weird to you?” I questioned rather than stated. Smooth. Yet, this earned me another sweet chuckle from the tall Russian boy with a sweet smile to accompany. “Quite the contrary. I was actually feeling a bit lonely back then, but then you came and hugged me. It made me feel much better.” His smile widened sweetly when he said so, making my cheeks grow hotter and brighter.

“Would it be alright if I hugged you back?”

I blinked in surprise at the sound of his question and the sight before me. Ivan Braginski, the big bad Russian boy who everyone is terrified of, was actually blushing shyly. He let his dazzling violet eyes drift off to the ground but kept the sweet smile on his face as he let his forefingers bounce off their tips bashfully. It took me a moment to settle after my mini heart attack, but when I did, I smiled up at him and nodded even though he wasn't looking right at me. “Of course you can, silly!” I told him with a big ole grin on my face.  

With that said, he brought me against his chest and wrapped his arms around me securely.

I sighed happily when he did, feeling as all the heat in my body rushed up to my face all at once. He squeezed me in his grip and nuzzled me a bit, making me giggle and squeeze him back. “You have soft hair.” He commented with a bit of a chuckle. If I died now, I’d die happy. “Th-Thank you.” I said shyly in return. “You have a really soft coat.” I laughed at my own comment. “Haven’t really gotten the chance to feel your hair yet.” He chuckled too when I said so and held on just a little tighter. “You feel a bit cold though.” He told me.

Then, he wrapped the long end of his scarf that draped over his shoulder around my neck.

“Better, da?” I blinked when he said so and almost collapsed on my shaky knees. “Da.” I nodded, making him laugh again. “Sapphira, may I ask you something?” I nodded again, my cheeks still boiling. “O-Of course.” I replied. “Would you like to go out into the field after the meeting with me? I’ve actually been wanting to talk with you for a long time now, but I never got the chance.” He asked, the sweet grin never leaving his expression. Seriously? This is what everyone is scared of? They’re all crazy! “O-Of course, Ivan. I’d love to.” I replied with a shy grin of my own.

His smile widened when I said so and he wrapped his arms tighter around me again, lifting me off the ground and twirling me around with him. “Ah, you’ve made me very happy! Thank you, Sapphira. You are a very sweet girl.” Oh God, another heartstring just blew up. “A-And you’re a very sweet boy.” I said in return with a shy smile and giggle of my own as I hugged him back, watching the room twirl by.

He set me right back on my feet again just as the other members of the meeting began to enter the room, everyone taking their assigned seat. He grinned widely down at me once Ludwig took the head of the table and shouted for everyone to sit down. “After the meeting.” He told me. I nodded, a wide smile taking hold of my expression. “The field.” He grinned back when I said so and gave my hand a squeeze before we parted and made our way to our own seats, his soft scarf softly unfurling from my neck and almost dancing right back to him.

I plopped down on my chair in between Arthur and Wang with a peaceful sigh as Ludwig soon began to scream at everyone who had already begun to interrupt on our actual goals and quotas. I could see Arthur give me a curious look when I sat down, but I chose to ignore it. For this one time, it looks like this meeting is going to be just a little bit brighter.
I hope you all enjoyed my little fluff fic of Russia! ^ w ^ If you guys would like me to continue this story, let me know in the comments! :3 I also take any requests ^ v ^ Well, hope ya’ll liked it!
Hey guys~! ^ w ^ Well, here is my first Hetalia fanfic '/w\' Hope ya'll like it! Personally, I love Russia so I decided to make a fanfic about him before I moved onto Turkey :3 Well, enjoy!
P.S. There is a little Germany comment in there that I think ya'll will like~<3
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The plane ride was admittedly a stressful time for me. In fact, it was probably the most stressful time in my life thus far.

I gritted my teeth in frustration and attempted to tune out whatever was going on around me.

Just go to your happy place... just retreat to whatever happy place you can... I kept trying to convince myself that the ride would be over in only two more hours.

...But then again the more pessimistic side of me would retaliate with, 'really, there's that much time left?'.

It felt like it had been 'two hours' for at least five.

I had the basic comforts that one could have on a plane. The food was good enough, the air-conditioning was on, but...

Whoever was sitting in front of me was reclining their seat right into my lap. And they were snoring loudly. While their face was somewhat angled so that their drool would land perfectly into said lap.

And here I thought that the chairs in planes had a limit to how far they could recline.

It was always the little things, wasn't it? If it was the little things in life that could make someone happy, then you sure as hell should prepare for the little things to make your life... well, a living hell.

On a plane. On the way to Africa. So that you could find some mystical voodoo crap ingredient to, you know, hypothetically speaking, make you immortal. Except there was nothing hypothetical going on here. It was all very real.

I was really in the best of moods. Really. I had only been traveling for a few hours, with drool collecting in my lap, and the fact that what we were looking for was something that was irrevocably going to change my life. A few months ago the whole idea would have been a mere fantasy.

A mere fantasy that would have made me sigh in a dreamlike way and spin around in joy while giggling like a mad man. Because mad men giggled, not chuckled. Nor laughed.

...Giggle is such a weird word.

Really. Really?

Yeah, I went there. 'Just shut up already, I'm trying to sleep', my brain groaned at me. Huh, I wonder how that works. You sleeping, me sleeping...? Meh.

I looked out the window of the plane, -of course I'd picked the window seat, I wanted to be able to see outside-, and saw vast plains of the safari-type of landscape. Soon we should reach the tropical parts of Africa.

Africa, the origin of the human species. At least mostly. It would seem fitting that a vital ingredient in regards to immortality would be found here.

"Sunflower, you seem stressed. Are you really okay?" Ivan was angled towards me and gave me a concerned glance. His gaze strayed towards the reclined passenger in front of me, his own silver hair mussed, and red eyes currently hidden behind closed lids.

"I'm fine... just adapting myself", I said in a sigh.

Ivan raised a brow at this.

I gestured towards Prussia who was drooling all over me, and of course in the literal sense. I had, after all, already accustomed myself to the lovely feel of wetness sticking itself onto my clothes. No, really. In a way it could be a pleasant feeling. It was quite hot after all.

Even though there was air-conditioning. So, yeah.

Now, a lot of people would wonder why I hadn't done anything about it. The answer was simple. I didn't really want Prussia to be awake at the moment. Him drooling on me was the lesser evil.

This was because, otherwise, he would start telling everyone how awesome and amazing he was at adventures, again, and then prattle on about how exciting this immortality stuff was.

Usually I found Prussia's idle prattle about himself quite endearing and downright amusing, but for some reason, I wanted some peace and quiet. Now, was that too much to ask for?

I closed my eyes and leaned back, and Ivan knew to leave me alone to my own thoughts. Speaking of Ivan, I was getting a little bit frustrated. And not in the sense that he'd done anything that annoyed me.

I just really felt like jumping him.

Heck, even right now, in front of the other countries I have come to know as my friends. Even if it would scar poor Italy for life, and fulfill some sick fantasy of France's. And, oh, I don't know. Cause poor Japan to faint from blood loss.

That's how frustrated I was.

I opened my eyes slightly to take in my surroundings. For the tenth time in less than ten minutes.

I had not expected there to be this many of us flying towards Africa. I thought it would just be England, Ivan and I.

But apparently the Axis and the Allies from the previous wars were coming along, too. Along with Prussia, who had heard about this and, 'didn't want his little brother to face the dangers all alone', though I suspect other motives, and Romano, who in fact didn't want to be dragged along. But Italy had somehow convinced Romano to come. Something to do with masculinity or other such ridiculous notions.

Who knew Italy would be a good negotiator?

So our group was a lot larger than I had initially thought. That also meant that it was incredibly loud in this private plane that England owned. It was one of his older models that he was more sentimental about, and apparently he wanted to use it more often.

So, here we were, all eleven of us. Crammed into this plane. Really, who would have thought that France and America had been eavesdropping on us back at England's home? I thought that after the cruise everyone had gone back home to their respective countries.

And then the news spread like wildfire among them, and they invited themselves on board the Find Voodoo Crap Ingredient Express.

...Guess I was still grouchy.


We landed the plane at a remote site that was situated next to a waterfall. Who knew that England was an excellent pilot? I've personally always wanted to attempt flying my own plane. Not one of those huge passenger planes, mind you, but one of those small old-fashioned ones.

Currently we were all standing around the plane and taking in our surroundings. England was, of course, the one who knew where to find The Ingredient.

All of us gathered here seemed to serve some sort of purpose within the group. I took in our surroundings all the while observing our little group of people.

I mean, if England was going to act as the guide of the group, America was going to be the typical loud hero. China would be the healer with his knowledge of herbs and medicine, France would be the annoying flirt, and Ivan would be the intimidating, mysterious, strong and muscular, devilishly handsome love-interest of mine.

Speaking of which, Ivan turned to face me after having glanced around the area and caught me staring at him. With a goofy smile on my face.

Damn it, it was just like the first few days after I had met him!

I saw Ivan's cheeks take on an adorable pink hue, but that could have been due to the humidity. He cocked his head to the side questioningly.

"It's not nice to stare, da?" Ivan said in a teasing tone. I just continued to stare at him. But I tried masking it in a way that would make him think I had just happened to notice something about his appearance, instead of the ogling I had actually been doing.

"Yeah, well, likewise", was my great comeback. I turned around in a huff and pretended to find  myself interested in a gigantic purple flower to my left.

After I was sure Ivan had turned away to take care of some supplies, I peeked a glance at him again.

He wasn't wearing his usual coat. Actually most of the men here, -and I was the only female yet again-, were wearing practically the same outfit. It was a convenient look after all.

They had simple black tops on, and similar boots for the terrain. But I guess that's where the similarities ended. They had taken protective caps with them, and many of them wore their own styled pants.

I focused my attention on Ivan again.

He was still wearing his scarf, but damn. That black top of his hugged him in just the right ways. This just made me even more frustrated, because now that we were in a jungle, of course I had to lust after him so intensely. And the fact that he was wearing something I haven't seen him in before, that made him look absolutely dashing by the way, didn't really help matters either.

I mean, look at his arms! He was toned perfectly, and watching him lifting those heavy boxes made me tingle in all the right ways.

I let out a sigh.

Why was I suddenly feeling all horny? The last time that Ivan and I had become one was just a couple of days ago. And it's not like we didn't become one often, because we did.

I guess there was just something addicting about having sex. With Ivan. Only ever Ivan.

But those were the side-effects of  being absolutely in love. Even though we've been together a while, it never gets boring. There's always something new to discover, and even rediscovering something again brought on a whole experience of its own.

I let out yet another sigh. If I kept sighing like this, I was bound to swallow an insect.

Maybe I was particularly horny now because something new and exciting was happening? I don't know. Why am I contemplating about such things now, anyway?

I returned my thoughts to the group of people standing around the small clearing.  

Oh, yeah! Now I remember where my thoughts were prior to being focused on Ivan.

Germany would be the one in the group who knows how to survive tough situations, and would somehow engineer the traps and weapons. Or something like that. Um, Japan would definitely be the strategist of the group. I can just imagine us going through a tough situation like in a movie, and Japan would be looking at a map and telling Germany what needs to be built and done.

Italy would be the one who gets into trouble all the time. Yeah...

I looked around the clearing and saw Italy snoozing on the soft ground. Germany was glaring at him and yelling orders. I saw Germany grow quiet for a second before quickly using a large stick with a forked end to trap something in place. When he bent to pick up whatever it was, it turned out to be a snake that had been making its way toward Italy.

Well, that kind of proves my point. Except I doubt that a country could die from a snake bite. But it would hurt nonetheless.

Italy would not only be the one who'd get into trouble, though. He'd probably end up being an unintentional hero, too.

Romano and Prussia. Hmm. Who would they be in our little group?

I think Romano would just be the one who swears a lot. He would also be the one that you talk to at night when you have trouble falling asleep. Yeah, he has a softer side, too. I can just imagine gazing up at the night sky with him and we'd tell each other all our secrets and worries.

I burst out laughing at the last thought. I saw Romano giving me the Evil Eye, and I turned around while trying to stifle my laughter. Maybe I shouldn't have been staring at Romano so intently while I had been laughing.

Now, about Prussia...

I immediately sobered. For some reason, I can't help thinking that he'd end up being the sacrifice of the group. You know, he's the one who acts all cocky and is the older brother of Germany. He'd be the one who hides his true feelings, and who would actually be the noble one who would sacrifice himself for his little brother. I don't know why that particular role came to mind.

I tried to shake the suddenly gloomy thoughts out of my mind. No one is going to be sacrificed for anything. No one. Not if I have anything to say about it.

Speaking of which, what role would I play in our group? Suddenly the fact that I was the only female came to mind.

Oh hell no. I am not going to be the damsel in distress! I was never the type, anyway. Plus, Italy could fill that role perfectly. No offense to him, of course.

Or maybe... Yeah! Prussia could be the newly appointed damsel in distress! Just so that I don't have to be, and he doesn't have to be a sacrifice!

So, maybe I'm just the strong and intriguing love-interest of the dashing mysterious man over there. I discreetly turned my head in the direction I assumed Ivan to be.

Instead I came face to face with England who was apparently trying to ask me something. I yelped in my surprise and stumbled backwards into the giant flower I had been 'looking' at.

I landed right into the center of it. That's how huge this flower was. And I now had pollen all over my backside.

England just blinked at me. I sat in the flower and blinked back up at him. Well, this was embarrassing. First, I hadn't even realized that he had been trying to talk to me, and second, I just had to end up falling on my ass into a giant flower.

I was also sprawled so that my legs were apart from each other. And I was sitting in a fucking flower. Oh, all the innuendos...

England's face was starting to take on a pinker shade before he furrowed his brows, crossed his arms, muttered the word 'idiot', and walked away.

I smacked my face with my hand in embarrassment and regretted doing so immediately. I had ended up smacking a bunch of pollen onto my face and couldn't stop sneezing at the sheer amount of it.

"Great! Just great! Maybe that's my newly appointed role! The role of stress-relief apparently is my part now. Great! Great!", I muttered in between sneezes.

And poor England was also embarrassed. At least I wasn't wearing a skirt or anything. Who would wear one when going adventuring, anyway? Well, I mean it depends on the 'adventure', but still...

I was trying to rub of the pollen from my face, and had managed to finally stop sneezing. I saw France in the distance wagging his eyebrows suggestively. I rolled my eyes, and stepped out of the large flower.

After standing up again with some more dignity, I turned to glare at the flower. It wasn't a flower I had ever seen before. Hmm, it was very pretty, too.

I shook my head and finally dusted off as much of that pollen off as possible.  


We had been walking for what felt like days. It was also so humid that breathing was a task all on its own. And should I mention the mosquitoes that wanted to bleed me dry and give me all of their wonderful diseases?

In reality it had been a few hours, and maybe it wasn't that humid. Also, I've only been bothered by one mosquito. No, wait. Make that two, I thought as I smack the persistent insect on my arm so that all that remains is a bloody splatter.

So, why was I complaining? I've always loved adventure, and now I was adventuring with fictional characters! Who weren't actually fictional characters. They were definitely real. The characters were the ones based off of these people.

But still!

Must be the horny woman within me.

We were walking on a narrow path that had definitely seen better days. At the very front was England, since he was the one guiding us to The Ingredient. America was right on his heels, wanting to be the first, but couldn't be because he didn't know where to go.

Germany was right behind him, along with China. They were discussing about the properties of some of the herbs found exclusively in this jungle. France was chattering away with Italy, complaining what the humidity was doing to his hair.

"Well, why did you come along then?" I heard Prussia shout from behind me. He then gave off his trademark laugh.

France decided to ignore him, and instead flicked his hair with a flourish and promptly tripped over an upturned root.

I just shook my head in amusement. Damn these guys and their antics, I thought and looked up into the sky with a small smile.

The group was walking past the still sprawled France, and when I was the one walking past, France decided it was a good idea to grab my ankle.

I fell flat on my face. In a pile of moist leaves. I saw a centipede crawl out from under its disturbed resting place. I grimaced and turned my head to glare at France. But there was no need for that.

Because Ivan was already towering over France in his very intimidating manner. With a dangerous glint in his eyes. And his magic pipe in his hands.

I was so in love with him at that very moment.


The group was still walking on that narrow path to who knows where. Except that France looked decidedly more disheveled. And I think there was a bump forming on his head.

Serves him right for tripping me.

Prussia was whistling a happy tune behind me, and Romano was sulking behind him. Japan was walking next to Romano.

I could tell that Japan was tired; he was an old country after all, but he seemed to be doing just fine keeping up with sheer willpower. Plus, China was even older, yet he seemed to have as much of a spring to his step as America did.

I guess his knowledge about certain herbs has helped him in that matter.

When we finally made it to yet another small naturally formed clearing, we stopped. It was already getting dark after all. And night falls pretty quickly when you're at the equator. What with the angle with which the Sun hits the Earth and such.

Germany set up most of the tents. England was looking at a map and talking to something over his shoulder. It wasn't anything I could see. I guessed it was one of those magical creatures that were only visible to him.

Most of the tents were situated close to each other, except for one.

I raised my brow at Germany.

"I do not want to know, nor hear certain things that might happen. I also think that you would appreciate your privacy", Germany deadpanned. Though there was a slight blush starting to lightly dust his cheeks.

"Oh, well, thank you", and just because it would make him more uncomfortable, I blew him a kiss. Which was totally not something I'd ever do to anyone, but Germany's expression was worth it.

I metaphorically skipped away towards where the water bottles were. I was seriously thirsty. I saw a shadow suddenly loom over me. Only one person was tall enough to leave a shadow that large.

I ignored it and continued drinking the delicious water. Only when you're really thirsty do you ever seem to understand the true value of water.

After putting the water down and giving out a content sigh at my quenched thirst, I finally turned around to acknowledge The Shadow.

I turned to see Ivan frowning down at me.

"Sunflower, why would you blow a kiss to Germany when you don't do it to me?" Ivan said and I swear I saw a slight pout form on his lips.

"Oh, so you noticed that, huh?" I scratched the back of my head sheepishly. "I don't really do that, though. It's not my thing. Plus, I only did that because Germany already looked uncomfortable! I wanted to see his expression after I messed with him a little bit", I finished and placed my hand over his, which was resting by his side.

"I only want you, anyway. These guys are nothing compared to you, Ivan", I gave him a warm smile.

"We can hear you, you know", Prussia said with a roll of his eyes. France was sipping some wine next to him. Why did he pack wine with him? It's not like it would taste that good with all this heat bearing down on us.

"That's because for some reason you moved a little bit closer. I swear you were standing further away the last time I checked", I replied sardonically. My frustrations were getting a lot more present. Especially after touching Ivan's hand.

"Sounds like she was checking us out", France said before winking at me.

I decided to just retaliate by glaring.

"Hold that glare for just a second!" Prussia hurriedly said before rushing off into a tent. He emerged with an unopened can of beer.

My glare was still on my face, except one eyebrow was raised in a questioning manner.

Prussia opened the can of beer and took a large swig of it.

"What are you doing? Why would-", by the time France understood what was about to happen it was too late. He got a spray of beer in the face.

After Prussia was done spraying beer out of his mouth, he slapped his knee while laughing his ass off.

"Kesesesese! Serves you right for spitting that wine all over me on the cruise! You even gave me your blessing for this!" Prussia was smirking while France had the most unimpressed expression possible on his face.

I shook my head and turned around. My purpose here was done.


It was now dark outside. Germany had set up a small camp fire at the center of the clearing. Most of us were currently seated by it, enjoying the light it gave off in the darkness.

We had found some fallen trees near our so-called camp, and broken them down into what could be called benches.

I was sitting between Ivan and England. Directly across from me was Prussia, France and Italy. Japan and China had both decided to retire to their own tents, while Germany was arguing with America about the finer details of camping. Both were adamant that the other's technique was wrong.

I looked around for Romano. My gaze fixed itself on a figure a little further away standing by a tree. He was gazing up at the night sky, which was startlingly clear. I glanced up at the sky to gaze at the stars myself. I guess I was somewhat right about the roles that many of us seemed to fit into.

I returned my gaze onto the flames that were flickering gently in the slight breeze.

"Do you know when we'll find what we're looking for?" I asked in a hushed tone. I turned to face England on my left.

It took a while before he responded.

"What we're looking for can be found only in parts of the jungle that humans, and I do mean the more 'normal' humans, haven't set foot in yet", England's gaze strayed towards a point in the distance.

"And yes, there are still places like that in this world. We just have to look hard enough", he let out a tired sigh.

The rest of the countries situated around the fire stopped whatever conversations they were having to listen.

"I would say we still have a few more days of traveling. A week at most. I did try to land the plane as close as possible to the general area. We don't have to worry about getting lost, though. My friends will help me find what we're looking for", England gave me a small reassuring smile.

He meant those magical beings that were invisible to the rest of us.

"By the way, I was meaning to ask this a while ago. It was something that Romano had said during the Christmas party", I tentatively said.

"But why do you guys seem so... attached to me? Even right after we met, it was like there was already some form of bond between all of us", I emphasized this by intertwining my fingers.

All of them were silent until it was England, yet again, who broke the silence.

"I'm not... really sure, (y/n). But if I had to take a guess, it would be because you and Russia had already formed a really strong bond of some sort", England said with a hint of embarrassment.

Was he really insinuating what I think he's insinuating?

"What... what are you saying?" I carefully asked.

"...I'm saying that you and Russia are soulmates", England mumbled in a rush.

"Woah, wait. What was that?" I heard America ask from across the fire. I glanced at Ivan on my right and he had a very peaceful and content expression on his face.

"Um, ahem", England coughed. "I said that I think that (y/n) and Russia are soulmates", he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

That would explain the initial spark I had felt when I first met Ivan... I hadn't thought that feeling a delicious spark like that was even possible. But it was.

"What exactly is a soulmate? What would be the definition of what you're implying?" I inquired curiously.

"Well, according to one of my old tomes at home that explains about magical bonds, the same one, by the way, that has the immortality spell, says that a soulmate bond means that those two people were destined to meet. It doesn't necessarily say that they would become lovers, or friends, but that their fates are strongly intertwined with one another's", England gazed thoughtfully into the distance.

"And how does that make us feel attached to her in any way?" Romano had stepped closer to the group and asked the question that was hovering in the minds of the others, too.

England glanced up at Romano.

"Well, all of us"-England gestured at the countries- "are somewhat attached to each other. It's not something I can explain, but it makes sense in way. Since we are personifications of countries, and also the only personifications of anything to exist, we all share that in common. And since one of us has found a soulmate bond, it would make sense that we would feel the by-product of that feeling. Thus, feeling attached to (y/n) over here", England gestured towards me and I felt the eyes of everyone settle on me.

"Uh, but that doesn't mean I have the same bond with all of you, does it?" I asked uncertainly.

"No, we don't have the same bond. It's more like a diluted feeling than what Russia must have initially felt upon meeting you. Plus, he's obviously fallen in love with you, whereas I am sure the rest of us haven't", England said as reassuringly as possible.

Well, that's one more mystery about this whole thing solved, I thought with relief.

I can't believe that Ivan and I were already bonded before we even fell in love with each other. Though that would explain why we were so attached to each other way before falling for each other. And right after we met, too.

But there was another question that needed answering.

"How come only some people can see your actual forms?" I asked and flicked away the third mosquito that had attempted to feast upon me.

I looked around the small group of people who were also my friends and waited for an answer. I didn't want to only ask England these things, but it seemed like he was the one who knew the most about this kind of stuff, what with him knowing about magic and all.

Yet again it was England who answered.

"I don't know. That's something I haven't really bothered thinking about, since so few people are able to see our actual forms anyway", England shrugged.

"Oh...", I intelligently replied. That was a little disappointing. But I can't always expect these people to know the answers to everything.

"Ve~. It's okay, (y/n)! Sometimes it's a good thing to not know something", Italy gave me one of his adorable smiles.

I smiled back. "You're right, Italy. And I've asked enough questions for tonight, anyway", I stood up to stretch.

"You've asked enough questions for a lifetime", Romano muttered. I pretended that I hadn't heard him.

"Anyway, good night everyone. I'm going to head toward my tent now", I felt a large hand on my arm. "Our tent", Ivan said and stood up to his full height next to me. I gave him a broad smile.

Got you now!

Before leaving, I made sure to wave specifically at Romano and yelled a final good night at him. Even in the dim light of the campfire I could see that his face turned red, whether from anger or embarrassment, I wasn't sure. But I'd like to believe it was the latter.

Once in the tent with Ivan, I let out a sigh. Finally.

I hadn't felt this frustrated since before the first time Ivan and I had become one. There had been so much sexual tension between us that it was almost palpable in the air.

And for some reason my body thought that now would be the perfect time to feel the same way again. Oh, well. Hopefully Ivan won't be against me molesting him tonight. In this tent. Luckily it was big enough to be comfortable for such activities. And far away enough from the other tents.

Immediately after we both settled down on our sleeping bags, I attacked his lips with my own. Ivan hesitated for a short second, surprised at my sudden actions. But after realizing what I wanted and how badly I wanted it, his kisses became heated.

"(Y/n), you don't know how long this day has felt. I wanted to become one with you so badly for what felt like forever", Ivan fervently whispered against my lips.

"Oh, believe me. I know how you felt", I replied and responded with my body as well. I situated myself so that I was straddling Ivan and sensually rubbed myself against him.

Ivan gasped and pulled my lips down to his once more.

He rolled us over so that he could trap me between his arms. It didn't matter, I liked the view I had from right underneath him anyway.

He was touching me in all the right places. He placed his knee between my legs to spread them further apart.

Now he was raining kisses down my neck while his hands were busy trying to get rid of my clothes. My mind was currently floating above us enjoying all the sensations.

I started raking my hands down his chest until I reached the edge of the black top so I could get it off of him. As much as I loved how Ivan looked in that top, I liked him better without it.

Ivan paused in his ministrations to look at me. I squirmed underneath him, wanting him in certain places already.

But Ivan just gave me one of his most genuine and rare smiles that made my heart stutter, and I gave him one of my own smiles back.

I lifted a hand to caress his cheek, and in the dim light of the small lantern situated at the entrance of our tent, I could see the slight sheen of sweat that was starting to accumulate on our skin due to our activities and the temperature. I saw the way his hair, now slightly longer, that same beautiful silver color, was slightly sticking to his skin.

And his eyes. Those wonderful violet eyes that were staring at me with such a depth of feeling and meaning in them, I almost had a hard time breathing.

And then he leaned in slowly, closing the distance between our faces, our lips, to convey as much feeling as possible the same way his eyes did, through our kiss.

The kiss was soft, and we were gently caressing each other until our bodies reminded us how urgently we needed to fulfill each other in other ways as well.

As we rocked back and forth in our private embrace, we were reminded of just how important we were to each other. We were gazing into each other's eyes, and occasionally letting out a sigh or a moan. The sounds of our quiet voices filled the tent with the promises of our future together.
Hello there, people of the internet! I present to you chapter 11. Albeit a little late Sweating a little... 

At first, as many of you probably know, I was away for a week. Then I returned, and got down to writing this chapter. And I'm leaving yet again for a few days. I'm leaving tomorrow D:  I was almost thinking that I wouldn't be able to upload this chapter before that, but my story needs to live! So, I attempted to resuscitate as much of my story as possible :D (Big Grin) 

I was originally going to make this chapter longer, but eventually decided that the events I had in store for it required it to be split after all.

Also, I know that there was quite a lot of England. But, damn it, he's one of my favorite characters in the series! And it seemed suitable to have him talk again around the little campfire.

And I want to say that my story should be coming to an end really soon. Which is a little sad in my opinion. Because I've grown attached to it, and it's my first story after all. 

But at the same time, I want to try out my other ideas. Hopefully they'll be interesting to people Wink/Razz 

Anyway... if you have anything to say about this chapter, I invite you to. I enjoy reading comments, and they hold a surprising power within them... Right Meow :3 

Also, for this chapter, I thought that I'd show you guys this video! It has a lot of views, though, so I wouldn't be surprised if any of you have already seen it. But it's fun to watch multiple times anyway xD

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                  Canada by RomanoAndtheWorld

                ~Third Person~
               Long ago this land wasn't in ruins, the sun rode high in the sky, and the cities heart wasn't cold. Smiles as far as the eye could see, laughter and happiness decorated the city. But, for (Country) That was long ago. A country that was strong, to a pile of bricks,no one can deny that (Country) didn't deserve this. That's what Canada thought for sure,"(Country).... has a nice ring to it," Canada thought.
               "CANADA, your heroic brother is bored, can we ........Go?" America boisterous in all his glory shouted but quickly quieted in awe.
               "I know, it's very large , vast , and... quiet..."Canada replied quietly. "(Country)'s  country was very powerful in its day."Canada gradually put down Kuma-chan(I like to call him that) and climbed down the Rocky slope, America following behind.
               "Hey, America and What's his name wait up for me and the frog,"the British man exclaimed irritated.
                "Um the black sheep of Europe, it's the frog and I , how do I know that but not you , you did make up the English language after all,"France corrected.
                "SHUTUP YA BLOODY WANKER!!!!!!"Yelled England , who started to climb down the Rocky and dry hill. He decided to let the rest go. The job was just to excavate the seemingly barren country , not to stand and argue with each other all day. But no one will understand what they'll face against them later.

                                  «700 B.C.E. Mongolia»
                                       ~Your P.O.V.~
                  (Country),why do I have to be it's personification now, at this point of time?I'm running for my life, from Mongolia. She really wants to kill me because of my companionship with China. All he wanted was to make trade with me. And all I get is a country a that's trying to kill me.Ugh man I'm bleeding.' capital city)...I'm...... disappearing...............

                                       Thanks for reading Chap.1
This is my first story I hope you like it
All characters accept you belong to Hetalia well maybe not Mongolia :D
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"Okay class settle down we have a new transfer student today." The class teacher, Ms. Gorre, announced. Lots of girls immediately whispered to themselves 'I heard that he's smokin' hot ' and that ' he's from England ' ,' he's a gentleman ' and many others. Lots of boys also reacted to this, however. 'I bet I'm hotter than him'((oh no you didn't.XD)) , the school's most popular guy, Mathias, commented. tch. Arrogant as ever.

You did not join in their discussion because you only like to view from the sidelines, observing their reaction but clearly getting curious as to who this new student was. You just shrugged and continued to read your favorite manga.

"Now, class, that's not proper. Stop your whispering now. Okay, you may now come in." Ms. Gorre gestured the boy to come in. The boy stepped in.Many girls gasped, except you. Mathias just smirked and was simply uninterested with what was going on. You stopped reading and looked up. You looked at his messy short blond hair, and lime-green eyes that clearly shows that he's uncomfortable with all the attention. And, of course, you noticed his bushy eyebrows.

"H-hello everyone. My name is Arthur Kirkland. I'm from England." He said, his eyes scanning over the room .

"Well, Arthur.Tell us about yourself." Ms Gorre inquired.

"Well, I like tea. That's all."

The class burst into laughter except for you. Arthur just blushed. You continued reading your manga , bored as hell.
"Okay, class ,that's enough. You can ask him later. Arthur, sit beside (y/n), the one reading a manga. (y/n), stop reading right now or I'll confiscate it."

You put your manga inside your bag and looked up, and saw Arthur making his way over to you. He gave you a nod, and you did the same.
"(y/n), give Arthur a tour around campus later." Ms. Gorre said and immediately began the lesson.

You looked at Arthur."Hello Arthur, I'm (y/n). Nice to meet ya." You said casually.

"Hello, Miss (y/n). Nice to meet you too, love." He smiled and sat down.

"Just call me (y/n).I see you don't have the textbook yet. Would you like to share with me? " You asked.

"Thanks, (y/n)."  Then he moved his table closer to you. You put the textbook in between.

"No problem." You then divert your attention to the board currently ignoring the blush that's creeping on your face.


"And over here is the cafeteria. Care to join us for lunch?" You toured Arthur around the campus and your last stop was the cafeteria. It was lunch time and you're really hungry. 

"Thanks for the tour and I would love to. " He opened the door."After you, love."

"You're such a gentleman, Arthur" You smiled then stepped inside. Arthur smiled and followed you. The two of you lined up and got your food.

"Hey, (y/n)!!Over here!" You heard Elizabeta, your best friend. Next to her was Gilbert, your other best friend and Elizabeta's boyfriend. The two of you made your way over to them and introduced Arthur to them. They got along pretty well. 

"So, you like manga, (y/n)?"Arthur asked you.

"Yes, Artie. Why do you ask?" You replied. 

He made a face before he told you, "Not that nickname please, love. I was just asking because I would like to read mangas for a while now and I would like you to recommend me your favorites." He said in between bites of his lunch.

"Please?Can I call you Artie?" You pouted.

He laughed before he said," I lost. Yes, love, you can. But only you, okay?" You smiled and nodded.

"By the way, I can recommend you some but don't ask Elizabeta her favorite mangas and you'd be haunted for life~" You jokingly told him.

" I can totally recommend you some Arthur!Like this one yaoi manga I just read-" You put your hand over your mouth and shot her a look before talking again.

"Just ignore her, Artie." You winked and continued to eat your lunch. Arthur's face clearly showed confusion before he also continued to eat. Elizabeta and Gilbert talked about random topics while you and Arthur talked about your favorite mangas.

After some time, all of you got up and went for your next class.
"Well, that was a great time, love. Thanks for inviting me to join you." He said and he also thanked Elizabeta and Gilbert.

"No problem, Arthur!Kesesesese~ Based on my awesomeness meter, you passed and you may join us from now on." Gilbert smirked. Elizabeta got her frying pan and hit Gilbert in the head. The two of you just laughed.

"We have World History next. What do you have next, Artie? " You asked him.

"Um.. I have Chemistry next. I guess I'll see you around,love." He waved then walked away. The girls immediately walked over to Arthur and boom, he has a group of giggling fan girls. What's there not to like about the Brit? His eyes, his messy hair and that accent that melts your heart- Wait. Don't tell me that I like Arthur?No!I just knew him for a day and-Does it really matter?Love grows, ya know, you kept on having this debate over and over your mind until Gilbert interrupted you.

"Hey,(y/n), don't be unawesome and join us!You're spacing out there " Gilbert laughed and you walked over to them.

"Finally realized you like him? " Elizabeta looked at you and pointed her thumb at Arthur, who was still surrounded by a lot of girls
"N-no, Elizabeta!It's still too early!I should know the guy first before I conclude these feelings as love." You tucked your hair behind your ear and sighed. "Let's just get to class, guys."

"Kesesesese~Do you believe in love at first sight (y/n)? 'cause I do! Remember that perfectly awesome time when Elizabeta and I first met- " From that point on you did not listen to Gilbert and 'how he met Elizabeta story' because he told you that for, like , a thousandth time. You looked at Arthur for the second time and turned to follow your best friends to head for your next class with them. With your back turned, Arthur looked at you and ignored the girls' questions for a moment.


Today in P.E. class, for the first time in a long time, your class had a free period. Some played volleyball, and some just chatted with their friends. You considered this as lucky because you and Arthur share the same class. Thus, you can talk to him. You went over to where Arthur was when you heard Mathias talking to his friends about him.

"How could anyone has eyebrows as thick as Arthur's?!" Mathias exclaimed. His two other friends, Francis and Alfred, joined in too. They mocked him over and over again,without Arthur noticing because he's far away. You were furious and about to blow a steam any minute now so you approached the trio.

"For all I know, you three are just jealous of Artie because he's more popular than you guys!" You shouted but they reacted differently.

"Artie?!what a pathetic nickname but it definitely suits that bushy-brows~" Francis said and the other two joined in the teasing.

You couldn't handle it anymore and punched them in the stomach but in reality it was merely a peck in the stomach considering your strength was no match for the trio. They just laughed at you.

"You should not mock Artie like that!" You shouted.At that time, a circle formed around you four but the teacher was nowhere to be found.

Coincidentally, the next line you said just reached Arthur's ears as he ran towards you and stopped in his tracks.

"Artie is kind,caring ,handsome, and god,that he's a gentleman unlike you three so don't you dare say that again!you hear me?!"

By the time you realized that it was an indirect confession, which you eagerly denied in your mind that you didn't like him, someone grabbed your wrist and saw that it was Arthur. You became a blushing mess. He glared at the trio before dragging you to the school's rooftop and sat down, motioning for you to sit beside him.

"Care to skip class with me,love?I'm sorry if I dragged you here without consent. You may leave-" Arthur said, his face was red and you couldn't tell if he was blushing or exhausted from running.

"Of course I wouldn't mind, Artie." You said and blushed. Then you sat down with him.

"Well,what happened,______?" Arthur looked at you with a serious expression replaced with concern.

"They didn't do anything to you,did they?damn those gits!" He half shouted.

You calmed him down and told him what happened from the very beginning.

"Things like that,love, should best be ignored. They would shut up the moment nobody reacts to their constant mockery." Arthur sighed.

"But Arthur-"

"Not a word okay,love?Promise me that. Who knows what those two will do to you as revenge."

"Aww,but you'll protect me anyways, won't you,Artie?" You teased.

Arthur blushed."O-of course I will! y-you i-idiot!" Then he hid his face with his hands but quickly brought them away from his face.

"Did you mean it?" He asked. You already knew what he meant, but you wanted to tease him a bit.

"Mean what,Artie?" You asked him.

"Y-you k-know, a while ago..."

"Hmm?when I said that you're kind,caring,you have an irresistible accent,and that you're a gentleman?absolutely, Arthur." You smiled at him.

What surprised you the next was he hugged you. "That was the first time a girl said that to me. Plus,it's the girl that I like. I am so lucky." 
He mumbled at the last part so you couldn't make out that one last bit.

"What did you say, Arthur?"

"Oh, nothing much,love. " He released you from the hug. "It's just that class is almost over and we should head back. We're still in our gym clothes." He stood up and held out his hand. You took it, and stood up. Arthur gave your hand a squeeze and let go of it. This time, you finally admit it. You are in love with this adorable Brit.

By the time you changed out of your gym clothes, you went to your next class with Elizabeta, thankfully, and filled you in on what happened when you and Arthur went to the rooftop.

"And then after that, all of the students in your class covered up for you two and Mathias and his friends were given detention. Some even say that you make a cute couple with Arthur." Elizabeta giggled. That's why you earned some glances and glares from girls today. 

"S-shut up, Elizabeta. I already told you that I like him so don't spread it,okay?" You said.

" Even if you didn't told me about it, I would still know. It's so obvious(y/n). But of course, dear!You can count on me" Elizabeta smiled.

You smiled and hoped that Arthur would reciprocate your feelings one day. 


You went to your locker and put all of your things inside. You saw Arthur approaching you.

"Hi, Artie!" You beamed.

"Hello, love. Mathias and the others didn't do anything to you for revenge?" Arthur said, his eyes with a glint of concern.

"They didn't. Heard that they were in detention." The two of you laughed.

"Mind if I walk you home, (y/n)?" Arthur said.

"O-okay" You said and then the two of you walked home. On the outside you have this poker face thing going on, but on the inside you were squealing like any fan girl would do. The two of you talked about random topics from movies to books until you reached your house.

"Do you want to borrow the book, Arthur?" You asked him.
"If it's okay with you,love."You laughed and told him that it's totally okay. You told him to wait and you went upstairs and got the book, "The Fault in Our Stars" by John Green.

"Here you go, Artie. Prepare lots of tissues, okay? " You handed him the book.

"You're welcome, love. And I sure would." He laughed.

"A-and.. thanks for walking me home, Artie." You mustered the courage to peck his cheek. He blushed furiously.

"W-what w-was t-that f-for, (y/n)?!" He said and looked away from you.

"It's just a thank you kiss Artie!" You laughed and blushed.

"Well then,this," He leaned in and kissed you on the cheeks, "is for defending me awhile ago from those gits." This time, it was you who blushed furiously. He waved and walked away. You went inside and squealed and jumped around.  

Needless to say, the two of you were a blushing mess the next day.

"The two of you are really being unawesome right now."

Gilbert said to the two of you. Elizabeta agreed to what Gilbert said. You and Arthur didn't talk much at lunch today because of what happened yesterday. So today the two of you are in an awkward situation. Plus, what Gilbert said made the situation more awkward. You cleared your throat and started a conversation with him.

"Um.. Artie?How was the book that I lent you?" You turned and faced him. His face suddenly lit up.

"That book, love, just brought so much tears to my eyes that I had to punch a wall to feel like a man again." He sighed. The two of you laughed, easing the tension that happened moments ago.

"I wish to give you back the book today, love. But I forgot to bring it today. Would you like to go with me to my house this afternoon?" He asked. 

" I would love to, Artie!" You said. You continued to eat your lunch , contented that you're no longer stuck in an awkward situation with him.

~Arthur's P.O.V~
Gilbert went to me and told me that we need to have an 'awesome' heart-to-heart talk.

"Well then, Artie. When will you man up and confess?Kesesesese~" Gilbert smirked.

"S-shut up!Only (y/n) can address me in that manner!" Gilbert laughed.

" You know, almost all of us are itching to bring the two of you together. You make such a cute couple with my best friend." He smiled.

"Well, I plan to confess this afternoon." I said to him. Maybe after I will give her the book.

" Kesesesese~Is that so? Good luck, Arthur. " Gilbert laughed and walked away. I went to my next class thinking about how to confess.I blushed furiously as I remember what happened yesterday. Could she also like..? I really hope so.

TIME SKIP((sorry guys. this'll be the last time skip I promise.XD))

"Come inside,love." Arthur motioned for you to get inside. His place is simple, with neutral colors for his wall and a tan colored couch and lots of books on a shelf.

"Just sit there in the couch and I'll go upstairs and get the book."

You nodded and Arthur went upstairs. You went to the shelf and was amazed to find books that are very rare yet he has a copy of one. You spotted an album and took it out. You saw baby Arthur, smiling while being carried by a red-haired man. You skimmed to the other page and saw a chibi Arthur. You giggled and skimmed the page for more. By the time you finished the album, Arthur still didn't go down yet so you took the initiative to go upstairs. The door to his room was open and you saw him with his back turned on you so you decided to give him a scare. You tiptoed near him and almost surprised him when suddenly-

"What shall I do,flying mint bunny?How shall I confess to her?" You didn't saw him talking to another person and it made you confused as hell.


"Of course you're right!Thank you for the advice." and Arthur smiled.

"Um.. Arthur,just who in the world are you talking to?" Arthur shrieked and turned around.

"Why are you here,love?didn't I tell you to go sit in the couch and wait?" Arthur looked irritated.

"Well, you're awfully slow Arthur so I went upstairs. Who are you talking to,anyway?" You asked.

"N-nothing. I was just talking to myself." He blushed and promised to himself that he will tell you one day. You were disappointed because Arthur will confess to another girl. Tears almost welled up in your eyes so you turned away.

"Well, I'll be going home now. Just hand the book tomorrow,Arthur." You said and walked away. He suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"No,love!I have something to say." He looked away and didn't talk for a while. You turned to face him.

"Spill it out,Arthur." You said,getting impatient. He sighed and blushed.

"I like you,okay? I want to confess to you later but I can't hold my feelings for you anymore. I want to make you mine. Everytime I'm with you, I'm a blushing mess. See this,love?" He brought your hand to his heart,"It beats wildly like this when you're around. I love you (y/n). Will you be my-" He was cut off by a pair of lips touching his own.

" A million times yes,Arthur!I love you too." You hugged him and he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. The two of you blushed before you kissed again.

Unbeknownst to the two of you there was a certain red-haired man leaning on Arthur's doorway.

"Ye,little brother, are totally gonna get some tonight!" The red-haired man teased. The two of you flinched and you turned around and saw that it was the same person who carried baby Arthur. You giggled. Arthur got mad and blushed.

"Allistor!" He ran and chased Allistor. You laughed and followed them and texted Elizabeta who, in turn, replied immediately.

-Double date tomorrow?-

-OMG!!Congrats girl!:):):)-

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The car ride felt like the longest one you've ever been in. You screamed and cried until your voice gave out to nothing but raspy air, in which you proceeded to curl up I to a ball in your seat instead, staying silent and trembling violently the rest of the ride. You blocked out your mothers voice attempting to reassure you that everything was okay and that soon you would be back home, safe and sound.

The only thing that stuck in your mind was that last sight you saw of Kiku laying on the sidewalk, limp on the sidewalk and looking back at you with such painful and sad eyes. Did he live? You would never know anymore. You simply continued your silence, wishing desperately that he did.

Your heart rate picked up from raw terror as the first signs of your hometown came into view. In just a few minutes you would be back at that horrid house, never to see the light of day again. You'd never again smell Kikus heavenly cooking, never again waste hours on end chatting with Yao. You'd never be in your wonderful room, reading manga and sleeping the day away. You're days in Kikus warm, welcoming house were done for good the moment you were sucked into that black hole your mother called home for the two of you, the place where all things living never returned.

The days spent with Kiku...were gone.

All too soon, the old house was in view once again, tall and menacing. You used to feel warmth and comfort in that house. Those feelings were gone now, as sad as it was. You could only feel that way again being with Kiku, back in your real home.

Your mother got out and rushed to the other side to let you out as well, taking a hold of your arm the moment the door was no longer an obstacle and leading me out. You felt too weak to resist anymore. You had given up by now, your happiness left back with Kiku. There was no way to get it back.

She pulled you inside, locking the door behind you and hugging your nearly lifeless body again.

"It's so wonderful to have you back, you wouldn't believe how dev estates I was when I discovered you were missing!" She exclaimed. "I'm going to go make you something to eat real quick, I'm sure that bastard starved you back there. You poor child!"

She released you and disappeared into the kitchen in a flash. You lowered yourself to the floor returned to your ball form, wanting to cry but unable to because all your tears had been shed already. You didn't want her food, you wanted Kikus cooking. You wanted to be back in his kitchen again, holding onto him as you observed him make breakfast for the two of you. If you'd known this was going to happen you never would have let him leave for school this morning. You could've made him stay home so that you could have been with him longer m. You never would've answered that door either. You would've ignored it, stayed still and silent until she was gone.

You would have.

But you didn't.

You let him go to school. You opened the door. This was your fault. All of it.

Something suddenly vibrated in your pocket and you heart skipped a beat. Your phone! You had forgotten all about it!

You leaped off the ground, stumbling as you rushed to the room you lived in when you lived here, away from where your mother could hear you. You closed your door as quietly as possible, flinching when it creaked loudly and shut with a click. After staying at the door for a short moment to make sure she wasn't coming up, you ran to your bed. Throwing yourself under your sheets and taking out your phone, which was still vibrating. It was Yao calling you. You felt so happy you could burst. You might not lose them after all.

You flipped open and answered the phone before it stopped rumbling, bringing it up to your ear immediately.


“What the hell happened?! Kiku was unconscious on the sidewalk when I came by, and I can't find you anywhere! Where are you?! What happened to Kiku?!” Yao’s harsh voice blared into your ear, causing you to cringe. The overbearing sound of concern and outrage was apparent in his voice. You'd never heard him sound like this before, and frankly it frightened you.

You stayed quiet for a moment to listen and make sure your mother hadn't heard before giving him an answer, keeping your voice as quiet as possible.

“Im so sorry Yao, it’s all my fault for whats happened to Kiku. It’s a long story, but my mothers a bit overprotective of me- well okay maybe really overprotective- but basically I ran away from her, and she found me again...Kiku, h-he tried to stop her, but she hurt him really bad. I tried to stop her from hurting him but all I could do was agree to leave with her, and so she forced me back to my old house...”

You found yourself crying again just explaining it all. It felt so pathetic telling him how helpless you had been against her, how useless you were to stopping her from hurting his brother.

You’re voice sounded hoarse as you continued to explain yourself to Yao, who was still silent on the other end. “I'm so sorry Yao, I really am. I didn’t know she would-”

“Stop apologizing for something beyond your control. This wasn’t your fault, it was hers.” He interrupted. “Where do you live?”

“Why do you-”

“That mother of yours beat up my little brother and took away my best friend against her will, I’m going to teach her a lesson one way or another!” The anger in his voice was back, sending another strike of fear through you.

“Yao, you can’t, I-”

Yao interrupted again “I don’t care what your objections are, I have to do something about this! I refuse to just stand by and- What?”

He stopped abruptly, and you began to hear another voice faintly in the background in  his silence. It was hard to distinguish at first before you realized that the voice belonged to Kiku. You almost wanted to cry again from relief at hearing his voice.

Unfortunately, his voice was just faint enough that you couldn’t figure out what he was saying.All you could hear was Yao talking back to him.

“But Kiku-”

“I have to-”

“She hurt you!”

“I will NOT calm myself, i'm going to do some-”

“Wait, what?”

“No, I won’t let you!”

“You don’t even know where she is!”

“W-Wait, Kiku-”

The phone suddenly hung up, leaving you speechless and utterly confused. What was going on? What was Kiku doing?

You jumped violently as your door crashed open abruptly, and threw your phone underneath the covers in a desperate attempt to hide it. Your mother stood in the doorway of your room, a plate containing steaming hot food in her hand. Her eyes bore into yours, giving you a sense of pure helplessness.

“What was that?” She demanded in a low voice.

“What do you mea-”

“Don’t act stupid, you had something and you're hiding it from me, what are you hiding?” She retorted, raising her voice. She instantly dropped the plate in her hand, letting its contents platter across the floor, and was over at your bed in the blink of an eye, thrusting her hand towards the spot you had throw your phone. You immediately grabbed her arm and attempted to stop it from finding what it searched for, but you were too late. Her eyes widened in anger as she grasped the thin phone, yanking it out of the covers and into the air where it was out of reach from you as you desperately tried to take it back from her.

“A phone?! How the hell did you get ahold of something so horrible?! People can talk to you through this thing, lure you outside somehow and take you away like that boy did!” She screamed in outrage. She pushed you off of her effortlessly, leaving you to only watch in horror as she threw the phone against the wall with every ounce of strength she had. It smashed against the wall, instantly breaking in half and shattering the screen and keyboard. It fell to the floor in pieces, broken and completely unusable.

You could feel the last sliver of hope you had break into pieces along with it. The sight of the broken phone on the floor left you weak, drained of any sort of remaining happiness  you might have had left.

Your mother fixed her look of fury on you, keeping the room in silence for a long time before turning around and stomping out of the room.  The room shook as she slammed the door behind her. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. You felt frozen to the spot you sat in, staring blankly at the dead phone of your floor.

The last chance you had to hold onto what you’d had before...was dead.
Bet you all thought this story was dead

well you thought wrong. [though you were almost right...]

I don't have much of an excuse for not updating in nearly 7 months. Honestly it was baecause the unexpected happened to me

I actually fell out of the Hetalia fandom

thats right, I've lost practically all interest in the entire series and its fandom. Never imagined it would ever happen but surprise surprise it did.

and because of the lack of interest in Hetalia along with the new-found series I got unexpectedly sucked into immediately after losing interest now taking up all my free time, I've also lost all inspiration to write stories involving Hetalia. Especially ones having to do with Japan. Any love I had for him seemed to completely vanish when i lost interest. To be honest it was one of the weirdest experiences I've ever had in my life. But anyways, that is my excuse for the extremely long gap between chapters.

Now the reason that I AM going to finish this story is because this entire time, I've had the story hanging over my head like a dead weight, and I felt it wouldn't be fair to the people who actually have been reading this story and enjoying it if I just stopped it simply because I lost interest in Hetalia and Japan. Not to mention the whole story is already typed out on my old phone so its not like I'd have to come up with stuff for it still. If anything you should all thank me for having the sense to type the whole story out before I revised it and started to upload it here, otherwise this story probably wouldn't have even made it past the beginning chapters due to my severe problem of almost never finishing anything I've started.

So with that said, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I promise FOR SURE this time that I WILL finish this story, and hopefully it'll be soon.

Favorites and feedback are appreciated, though at this time I really don't care if I don't get any [though I'm sure I will since this story is somewhat popular I guess?] because all I want is to finally get this story out of the way so I can go on with my life without this dead weight weighing me down.

Next: Coming soon!


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Your fifteen-minute morning break had just begun, and of course, you immediately pulled out your sketchbook and plopped down on a nearby bench, picking up a pencil and soon becoming completely lost in your own world. Tuning out all the chatter around you, you ignored the snack in your pocket in favor of finishing a drawing you had started earlier on the bus. In fact, it was a fanart of your favorite character from [fav anime]. Unfortunately, there weren't many other students at your school who watched anime.

You sat there, sketching away peacefully and minding your own business, when suddenly a wad of paper hit you in the head.

"Ow," you mumbled, rubbing your head and glancing around for the person who had tossed it.

"Dude, you idiot!" shouted a loud, slightly accented voice.

"Yeah, you hit an innocent frau!" ...frau? Da heck?

A guy with sandy blonde hair and glasses came loping up to where you sat. You actually recognized him as Alfred, one of the jocky football guys. He snatched up his ball of paper and then bent over your lap, peering intently at your drawing.

"Dude, what the heck is that?!" he yelled, snatching your sketchbook away for further examination. A whimper escaped your throat.

"Um, can I have that back...?" you mumbled. He ignored at you and examined at your drawing intently for a moment, obviously staring at the- ahem- stranger elements.

"Whoa, man, this is seriously creepy," he said disapprovingly.

Your face flushed. "I said, can I have it back?"

Ignoring you again, he continued. "I mean, why would you want to draw something like this? It's so weird, and ugly." He leaned forward and tapped your forehead condescendingly. "You... are... not... Japanese," he drawled slowly. His face darkened. "You're a freakin' American. [If you're not, just pretend. XD] Draw stuff the right way."

You clenched your fists in your lap, trying to hold back hot, angry tears. Angry at that stupid jock, but mostly angry at yourself for not being able to stand up for him.

"Hey Matt, Gil!" Alfred hollered. "You gotta see this, she's actually drawing that stupid manga crap!"

He was gripping your sketchbook roughly and waving it around wildly in the air. The extra pencil stuck in the spiral-ring binding flew out and clattered to the ground.

"Give it back," you cried, your voice cracking tearfully.

"Who's gonna make me, weeaboo?" he taunted.

"I am."

The whole courtyard seemingly fell silent as an intimidatingly tall, stocky student stepped up behind Alfred. You might have just been imagining it, but there seemed to be a fiery purple aura surrounding him...

You heard other students nearby whisper "Oh crap, it's that Braginski guy!" "Let's get outta here!" and other such statements as they scrambled to clear quite a big circle around your little group.

"Give her the book back," he said to Alfred, his voice low, calm and surprisingly... quite sweet-sounding. His eyes were closed and his mouth turned up in a kind smile, but the violet flames still burned.

Alfred's face paled, but he shook it off and laughed obnoxiously. "W-why should I? Go play in the snow or something, commie!"

The guy's eyes snapped open, revealing them to be a striking shade of almost-purple. "You should not have said that," he said cheerfully, taking a step closer to the American and pounding one fist into his large hand.

To your surprise, Alfred instantly dropped the sketchbook. "Stupid commie," he hissed, scrambling over to his two friends and heading away rapidly.

The guy picked your sketchbook up off the ground and handed it to you, still smiling sweetly. "Here you go~"

"T-thanks," you said, blushing slightly. "My name is ______..."

"And I am Ivan. I couldn't help but see some of your drawings..." you held your breath nervously. "...they were very cute!"

You exhaled in relief. "You really think so?"

"Da!" he replied. "And you are very cute too!" He gently patted your head.

Despite the weirdness of the gesture, it made your heart race. "O-oh, thank you..."

He held out his hand and pulled you to your feet. "We should get to class now, da?"

"Da," you repeated, letting him pull you along behind him to your next class.
I just want to say that I really love Alfred, and I wasn't trying to make him so antagonistic... please forgive me ;A;

This was a request. ^^ I'm not a huge fan of Russia myself... This isn't my best, obviously. Oh well... at least it's kinda cute, maybe?

Russia and America belong to :iconhimaruyaplz:

You belong to :iconone-with-russiaplz:
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In a cold night in Soviet Russia, Ivan Braginski sat at the dinner table at his house. Alone. Thinking about his one love, his crush, his life. ______. You were so beautiful, you had (e/c),(h/c), and a beautiful body, hips of an angel, any girl would die for them. His mind started to wander, thinking about what he would do to get your love, so many things he would to do get your love. Ivan felt horrible every time he got mad and showed his dark side while ______ was in the same room. Ivan took a deep breath and got up, he went to the phone and dialed your number. He was about to push talk but he stopped and thought about it for a minuet or two. He then pushed talk, he heard it start to ring, his palms started to get sweaty and his face paled. ______ answered the phone, "Hello?" Ivan's face blush at the sound of  your voice, he tried to speak but he couldn't get his voice out. He then hung up, "I love you!" he shouted right as he hung up, he then hung his head and put his head in his hands. "Oh what is the use...I'll never be with her...n-never" He felt tears down his face and he slid down the wall, "Why must she do this to my heart? I need her badly..." Lithuania then went downstairs but then stopped dead when he saw Ivan crying. "M-m-mister R-Russia? Are y-you ok?" Ivan looked up and shook his head "L-Lithuania, d-da I am just fine...I am just sad is all" he sniffled and wiped his eyes "Oh d-do you need a-anything?" Ivan stood up and Lithuania stepped back. "Nyet Lithuania, I just want you to leave me alone for now" "Are you sure?" "I said leave me alone!" Lithuania's eyes went big and he ran out of the dining room and up the stairs. Ivan looked up and saw the time: 11:30 PM. "Its late" He then turned off all the lights and grabbed a few bottles of vodka before he went up to his room. Awhile later, Ivan already drank all his vodka and he was now in the corner of his room with his knees bunched up to his chest and started to cry, his shoulders heaving up and down. "Why am I so horrible! I WISH I WASNT SUCH A MONSTER!" He threw a empty vodka bottle at the other side of the room. "I just wish she would understand me" Ivan felt pain in his heart, every time he tried to talk to _____ she would cower in fear, it made Ivan feel even worse when you would believe all the rumors about him. "I just want to die" he said getting up and looking in the mirror. In the corner of his eye, Ivan saw a piece of glass from the vodka bottle on the floor, he looked at it. He walked over and picked up the shard of glass shining in the moonlight, he examined it, and poked himself with it. His mind filled with suicide, he put the piece of glass to his left wrist. "Maybe _____ would be happier without me in the world" Ivan then started to go back and forth on his wrist, starting out slow and got more fast, he saw blood come out, he then smiled and went harder. He made a big gash and then he stopped to look at his wound, it was deep and it was bleeding furiously. Ivan bit his lip as his salty tears went down his cheeks into his wound, he lightly moaned in pain. He sat down in the corner again and curled up into a ball, bleeding his heart out. He then let one last tear slip out before he fell into a world of darkness...

"I just wish you would love me"
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   ^^ You can listen to the song here:…      [Helena Beat by Foster the People] ^^

The rain was pouring outside and the tiny droplets were sliding across his windows. You leaned over to the window and looked outside. You opened his pack of premium cigarettes and popped one out. You lit it with your favorite lighter and soon you were smoking. Your bottle of beer had been lying empty at your feet. You sobbed quietly to yourself as you smoked. You couldn't take it. You had your fourth break up as you found out your boyfriend was cheating. You had cried yesterday, all day long, at a corner of your room. You didn't eat, you didn't stop crying, all you did was cry.

 Your beautiful eyes had been swollen from yesterday's crying. It was all poofy and red and all you did now was drink all morning and smoke. It was the only way you could relief yourself from pain. The pain that pierced your heart almost several times..... You smoked and smoked until the last cigarette was all ashes now. You couldn't help but crave for more. It was the only solution you thought that existed now. You fell on your knees and screamed your heart out. Took it all out from the inside core to the world.... You wanted the world to know.... Know your pain..... How you suffered... Suffered a lot.

"Sometimes life it takes you by the hair, pulls you down 
Before you know it, it's gone and you're dead again
I've been in places and I won't pretend
Yeah I'd make it out just to fall on my head

Wake up strange and take the walk downstairs
Hit the pawn up on the corner and pay for my rent
You know that I could not believe my own truth
Just show them what I choose, got nothing to lose

Yeah yeah and it's O.K.
I tie my hands up to the chair so I don't fall that way
Yeah yeah and I'm alright
I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight

 "Now, _______" you said to yourself "You are a strong one.... Born to be brave and stand tall.... That's who you are.... The jerk did lose something so precious, me!"

Suddenly you heard a knock on the door. You stood on your feet and balanced yourself. You stumbled to the door and opened it up. To your surprise you met a long white coat. At once you guessed it was him. "Privet, _______" he said.
You laughed and suddenly he raised his brow. "You've been drinking, haven't you?" his Russian accent reached your ears. You sighed and slowly went on your knees feebly and just when you were about to fall, he held you firmly and pulled you up. "Don't worry, I'll take you to your room....." he carried you bridal style and carried you to your room. He laid you on your bed and went to get some water for you. You slowly got up and turned to the mirror next to your bed. 

You had bags of dark circles under your eye, your skin was dull and your hair was starting to get rough and brittle.... "What-is--happening to me--?" you thought. Just then Ivan came through the doors and sat next to you.

"Drink this, da...It'll make you feel good...." he held you closer and slowly fed the water to you. "Take some rest, da...." He made you lay down and covered you up with the blanket. He was surely your friend, best friend. He was always there, even when you were out with four loser jerks, he was still there. 

"You know those days when you want to just choose
To not get out of bed, you're lost in your head again
You play the game but you kind of cut
Cause you're coming down hard and your joints are all stuck

I've tried to say that it's not the only way 
I never knew if I could face myself to change
You were pacing, I was insecure
Slip and fall, I'm dodging calls, hug the prison I've been living in 

Yeah yeah and it's O.K.
I tie my hands up to the chair so I don't fall that way
Yeah yeah and I'm alright
I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight"

Few hours later

"You awake, sunflower?" 
You rubbed your eyes and found two violet orbs staring at yours. You blushed as he kissed your fore head and smiled. You got up slowly and looked around. Those empty beer bottles were gone, the ashes and the left over cigarettes were all gone. Your room was all tidied up and clean. You looked over to Ivan. He was standing there, smiling at you. You couldn't help but you held out your arm and wrapped it around him. You burst into tears and grab him with all the power you got.... 

"I'm so sorry for acting like a bitch, Ivan! They were all jerks! But you, you are the only one I love...I'm sorry!"

"Aw...It's ok sunflower, no matter what, I'll be there for you always....." he said gently brushing your hair. "Now, now....I have taken care of those assholes....Don't think of them now, alright?" You nodded.

The day passed out to be great. All day long you laughed and played with Ivan. You talked, watched tv, ate, and stuff. Finally, you had someone to lean onto while in pain. Your old best friend but a new boyfriend, Ivan Braginski.....

"Yeah yeah and it's O.K.
I tie my hands up to the chair so I don't fall that way
Yeah yeah and I'm alright
I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight"

Extended part~

Next morning you went through the headlines and found all your previous jerky exes dead (murdered).
Sorry about the whole drug addict reader stuff.... I wanted to spread the word that drugs are no good.... So anyway, my first songfic and first RussiaXReader... I know I know it's short but anyway.... :icondivaprussiaplz: I actually feel this way~ :iconifailedplz: So tada my entry for this contest~ [link]

This song is autobiographical. Mr. Foster (singer) was a drug addict in his late teens. The lyrics bear this out as they describe the emptiness and realization that this lifestyle was debilitating. However, the official video makes this all the more plain. Using imagery of a metropolis in ruins, a postcard suggesting that the city is a paradise as opposed to the actual ugly hell it is for most, and a clan of seemingly hostile children a la Children of the Corn or Lord of the Flies, who represent those who might try to intervene to save an addict from himself. At first they appear hostile and malevolent but in the end they are in fact the saviors, as they have rescued him and restored his lost youth.

:iconyayrussiaplz: ~ "I killed ______'s exes!"

Hetalia (c) :iconhimaruyaplz:

You belong to :iconsexyrussiaplz:

Story (c) SuPa4Natural
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It was snowing. A lot. The blur of white was both magical and annoying. Why won't it stop snowing? Well, then again, it is Russia. you thought. It wasn't that you hated the snow, but it snowing non-stop seriously took away the little joy of frozen water, falling from the sky. You shrank back into your warm coat – you were not used to the sub-zero temperatures.  At long last the torrent of snow tumbling down lessened and finally stopped.  You carried on walking, even though your feet were numb and sore from the cold. You were just approaching a forest, when your saw a human shaped thing lying on the ground. As you nervously made your way closer to the shape, you saw that it was a human. Just lying there. Once this realisation hit you, you hurried over to the body. You knelt next to him. (Trying to ignore the snow melting into your trousers.) He peered up at you and a smile, that was sweet yet slightly psychopathic, illuminated his face. His hands were shielding a tiny green sprout, rising from the ground.

"Ummm, Hi." You said, nervously. Who was this man?
'Hello there. What are you doing out in this weather?' He inquired, politely. He had a strong Russian accent.
This befuddled you greatly, why was he asking you that? Surely it should be the other way round, as he is lying on the ground.
"I was kinda wondering why you are lying on the ground. I mean it is freezing." You replied, with genuine concern.
He laughed at this remark almost as if it were obvious what he was doing lying on the snowy ground in the middle of winter.
'I'm protecting the sunflower.' His voice had such happiness at merely uttering the word 'sunflower'.
"A sunflower?" You questioned.
'Da. I found this shoot on my way back home, and I just couldn't let it die. The sunflowers are so rare here.'
In a moment, you realised that you really wanted to help him. He obviously cared for that plant and you wanted to assist him. To help this sunflower grow to it's full beauty.
"Wow." You stuttered. "You must really care about sunflowers."
'I do. They are the most amazing flowers' His voice sounded breathless and for a second the searing cold and snow were forgotten. You both stood in a warm field with sunflowers stretching into the distance. All too soon, you were back in Russia.
"I want to help you look after this sunflower. I'm ________. Nice to meet you."
This seemed to be a surprise to the man.
'I'm Russia. But you can call me Ivan. It's nice to meet you too, ________'
Together you and Ivan scooped up the shoot and the surrounding earth and made your way to his home.

As his house came into view, you stopped and stared. This was not a house. It was a mansion. You were worried that you would get lost in it. Also, you now questioned whether Ivan lived alone. You walked up the marble steps and into the front door. The colossal house was warm inside. You removed your coat and embraced the feeling of the blood flowing back into your toes. You were snapped out of this when a small boy, who looked about 15, took your coat and hung it on a hook.  You stared at him with a questioning look. In reply he started to shake. You averted your gaze to the tall Russian man who proceeded to smash his hand on the boy's head – causing him to shake more. Ivan appeared not to notice the pain he caused the small child. You gently took Ivan's hand off of the boy's head and said to the boy
"Hello, I'm ______. Who are you? If you don't mind telling me." He shook for a bit then answered
'I'm L-Latvia. B-but most p-people call me R-Ravis' He then walked back the way he came. You turned to see a dark look on Ivan's face. He quickly masked it with a smile.
'I would appreciate it if you did not speak to him. It makes him very nervous as he dislikes his stutter.' His voice was pleasant but held a darkness to it as well. You just nodded. Ivan's strange reaction aside, you would hate it if you made Ravis sad. You and Ivan made your way to his spacious kitchen and placed the sprout into a pot, sat it next to a window and poured a bit of water on the soil.

The sun was beginning to set and gave a warm golden glow to the snowy landscape. You sighed as you realised that you would have to leave soon. Your day spent with Ivan had been one of the best since you arrived in Russia. You laughed, watched T.V. and had lots of fun. You caught glimpses of about 3 people doing work in the house and another two that you had seen talking in a bedroom.
You finally plucked up the courage to ask Ivan about the people who lived in this house.
"So, Ivan. Could you please tell me who else lives here beside you and Ravis?" You sweetly said.
He sighed and replied 'Fine. There are Ravis' friends or brothers – I don't know the exact relation. Their names are Eduard and Toris. Also, I live here with my sisters – Natalia and Katyusha.' You nodded. This answered a lot of your questions.

The days after that first one were pretty much the same. You woke up, spent the day at Ivan's house then went home. You longed for the day that your sunflower would bloom into its full beauty. You would sometimes spend hours just watching the sunflower, looking for the slightest change. Over the days, you began to really enjoy the company of Ivan. He was kind and funny and sweet.  Although Ravis, Eduard and Toris tried to tell you otherwise and Natalia threatened you to stay away from him. One snowy Tuesday, he walked into the spacious kitchen and found you sitting at the table, staring at the sunflower. He cautiously sneaked up behind you and gently wrapped his arms around your waist. You felt a strong surge of shock and happiness pulsate through you at his tender touch. You sank back and snuggled into his warm embrace and sighed.
"Why wont it bloom. I really want to see it." You whined.
'A sunflower takes about 3 months to grow and bloom.' He replied, calmly. An involuntary sigh escaped your lips and Ivan chuckled. You turned to face him when you noticed how close you were to him. A blush rocketed to your cheeks as you looked up into his dreamy violet eyes. He slowly moved a piece of your hair then rested his large hand on your cheek, with his other hand resting in the small of your back. You both leaned forward until his soft lips met yours. You knew, in that moment that you loved him.  After the single most magical moment of your life was over, he smiled that same sweet yet slightly psychopathic smile that you saw on the day you met him. You bit your lip and said the most awkward and obvious thing in the world.
"Well, that was nice." He started to laugh.
'Yes, it was.' He responded. You could see Ivan take a deep breath, as it searching for courage, before he continued. 'I love you ______. Please will you be my girlfriend?' He squeezed his eyes shut, in case you were staring at him like he's an idiot. Instead, you flung your arms around his neck and practically screamed
"YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES!!!!!!!" Ivan proceeded to pick you up and swing you round before planting another kiss on your lips.  Ever since, you two have spent every moment with each other, never tiring of the company and always having loads of fun. You stayed in Russia with Ivan. And even when the house was empty except for you two, it was always warm and happy and loving. You had never been happier.
Words I love that are in this
1. Befuddled
2. Averted
3.5. Puddle (puddle isn't in this but I do like that word)

Also, yes you and Russia live happily ever after and get married.
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You were suddenly awakened by your door being crashed open. A tall German solder walked through and quickly shot you in the shoulder and leg as you got up to worn Russia of the sudden attack. You were a few countries from Russia but the Germans decided to stop here first since you were the country of [country name] and was still on Russia's side of the war.

"Ah, ah, ah, miene  lieb. vere do you think you are headed?" The man said in a thick German accent, he came over to you and kicked you down and loomed over you. " You tell us where that Russia is, correct?" he sneared.

"Fuck you..." you growled back, turning over on your back to face him. He had Blue eyes and tasseled blonde hair, He would of been attractive if it werent for the situation.

"Oh schön~" he drawled pointing his hand gun in your face, Just about when he was going to pull the trigger something hit him in the head, making a loud cracking of bones sound, you winced as soon as he fell to the ground.

"Are you alright, moya lyubimaya?" a Russian accent said right before you fainted.

-------time skip by the awesome prussia-----

All you remembered before you fainted was a voice and then pain. You opened your eyes wide, and shot out of bed only to feel a searing pain in your leg, as well as your shoulder a moment later.

"FUCK!" you screamed. falling to the floor. and slightly curling there.

It felt as if forever had passed before s nurse- or what you thought was a nurse- came in. they picked you up and lightly placed you back into bed.

"[name]..?" someone squeeked and you turned to look at who it was. It was a small boy with dirty blonde hair and scared looking eye's

"Latvia..?" You managed to say.

"Miss?" he replied.

"Why are you always so scared here? does- does someone hurt-"

"No ma'am... Of course not.." he blushed and placed his hand on your forehead. feeling you for a temperature. " you feel fine for now.. Call me if anything is needed..." and with that he left. You noticed that he had a small bruise on his neck, you'd have to have a talk with him and russia about that. You didnt want anyone hurting the little doll..

another 10 minutes passed until russia himself came by.

"[Name]..? How are you feeling?" he said, avoiding looking into your eyes.

"I am fine.. The Germans!" You suddenly raised your voice, causing him to look down at his feet. "what happened to them..? Is everything alright..?!"

"Da da.. Everything is fine. rest.." he looked you in the finally. only to tear up, His childish side showing, Him seeing you in a bed like this was hurtful. any child would tear up.

You motioned him to come give you a hug, he hesitantly did. Giving him the best squeeze you could manage, and pulled back a second later.

"See" you smiled, "everything is okay" he looked as if he could burst now. Of happieness or of sadness you could not tell.

"[NAME]...." he whispered, "Become one with russia.. I will be able to protect you. and prevent this from happening again..." he looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

"Russia.. I-"  Before you could finish he smashed his lips to yours, licking your lower lip, asking for entrance that you gladly gave.

you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting you two, "da... I will...." he smiled and pulled you into a crushing hug.

"R-russia.." the wound started to throb once more.

"Oh da... sorry..." he said smiling sheepishly.

from then on, you were safe, russia was happy, and noone ever got hurt again~

I feel that i am on a role. I am liking writing c:

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russia- hetalia
you- you
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Ivan walked into a bedroom with you in his arms. He sat you down on the bed and went to shut the door. What he didn't know is that Alfred had handed you handcuffs when Ivan had walked by which you quickly hid them under the pillow. Ivan walked back to you and you stood up. You started  undressing him and he started undressing you. You then laid down on the bed and spread your legs, reveling your womanhood. This made him blush a little. "Aren't you coming," you asked still spread out. "Da," he replied walking to you. When he got on top of you, you surprised him by flipping so that you were on top of him. You then grabbed the handcuffs and licked every inch of the cold metal. You also licked Ivan's wrists before cuffing one of his hands. When the cold metal touched his skin, a shiver went through his body, making you giggle. You then continued to wrap the cuffs around the bed post and cuffed his other hand. This made him give you a big, childish grin. You looked around the room for something to torment him with. seeing nothing, you got up and walked to the dresser. You found two belts and grinned. You walked over to one of Ivan's legs and pulled it to one bedpost. You took the first belt and wrapped it around his foot and the post and tied ( I didn't know how to word it) the belt. Satisfied that it was tight enough, you did the same to his other foot.  When you were done, you crawled up to his pulsing member, which you took in your mouth, sucking hard. This made him groan. "_-______, go to my c-coat and get my v-vodka," he commanded. You did as you were told and when you returned to him he said, " good, now pour some in me." You did not hesitating for a second. Afterwards, you got in a position that he could could suck you. When you were ready, you poured some vodka inside you. It was a strange, but good feeling. When you had finished pouring vodka in you, you went back to his member. You were horrified by how big it was and you knew it would be very painful. Ivan saw your uncertainty and said, "________ untie me. I'll do it, da." You untied him and uncuffed him. He took this opportunity and put you so that your butt was in the air. He then cuffed and tied you just as you had him, except with your butt up.  He then poured more vodka into both you and himself. With no warning, he inserted his thick member into your ass. You screamed so load that you were sure everyone heard it. He then stared thrusting fast and hard. When both of you hit your climax, he untied you  and flipped you so that you were now facing him, then he retied you. He inserted himself back into you so that he would hit your g-spot every time. Then he started thrusting faster than before. "I-i'm about to c-cum," you panted. He trust one more time into your g-spot and you came. A few more thrusts later and so did he. He was about to pull out, but you told him to keep going so, he did. Eventually both of you fell asleep like that. Both of you naked and you handcuffed and your legs tied at different foot board posts.
Have fun with your sexy Russian! I hope you guys like it.
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In your hand you pulled out from the black hat a...half-filled bottle of vodka that was heavy in your hand when you pulled it out.

Right then, from behind, you could feel a cold chill come down your spine when you slowly turned yourself around to see who was overshadowing you. The person who is behind you is Ivan, a feared man from Russia.

"Privet, ________," Ivan greeted you sweetly with that wide smile of his.

You shivered in fear at him, glancing at the side to see if Alfred was still beside you, and instead you see him cowering behind the couch with all the other guests hiding behind with him.

You cursed in your own language at them and right out of nowhere, you feel your wrist being pulled excitedly and you two made your way into the closet. When the two of you got inside the closet, you could see nothing inside the closet except darkness and you still feel Ivan's gloved hand holding your wrist with great strength.

You couldn't stutter a word when you went inside, feeling so scared of Ivan and you being inside this room together. And with the thought of Natalia being inside gave you shivers of fear all over your head.

"_________, sit with me!" you heard Ivan said in a cheery voice as he pulled you to the corner of the closet with him.

Before you knew it, you are pulled close to Ivan in a huge hug that covered your face and the both of you dropped to the ground, you sitting between his legs as he holds you tightly. You feel his hand touching up your head, petting you like a cat as you shuffled in his lap to get a little comfortable, and you had no idea that his size made it difficult to squirm.

"You will become One with Mother Russia, da?" he asked you suddenly.

You didn't answer him immediately like he wanted, and you could feel your hair being pulled slightly.

"Y-yes..." you stammered in fear.

Silence was brought in the air, he lets go of your hair and yourself which you used to shuffle away from Ivan.


Right there, Ivan was dominating you from top as you coward from the bottom, staring into his violet eyes filled with malice and loneliness.

"You are lying," he said darkly, lowering his whole face down to yours and you saw magically his scarf moving itself which made you shook in horror. "I will make you become one with me, no matter what..."

His scarf did most of his work as he took his large nose to the tip of your hairline and smelt your fragrance. The scarf tugged off your shirt and you felt coldness all over the room, making you shake and tear up a little.

Ivan saw you crying a little and stared for a while...until he spread a cruel smile to you.

"That face..." he said. "Did you know that turns me on?" He took a few pieces of hair from you and pulled your face up, making you squeal in pain. "Keep making that face for me, __________." Ivan pushed his lips to yours into a furious kiss that made you moan in displeasure with the awful taste of vodka roam in your mouth, making you want to barf.

Ivan's left hand started to roam your upper body and touched everywhere, even going up to your bra to undo it, but Ivan pulled his kiss away and stopped what he was doing. His eyes started to become softer, as if he was realizing how painful you were becoming and pulled himself away from you, going back to the corner and with you up you could see him curled up in a large ball.

You knew that you could use this opportunity to dash out of the closet, but something in you told you to go over to him. You crawled in all fours to him, hearing gently sobs from his side. When Ivan looked up, he saw you—smiling sweetly without your shirt and hair messy from before—and he tried to choke back his grieving tears.

You went over to Ivan, giving him a hug and whispered to his ear, "I love you, Ivan. So, can I become One with you?"

Ivan didn't want you to see the tears bursting out after what you said and took you into the hug, hearing him stutter. "Da." And the both of you smiled...

Then, there was a knock on the door. "S-s-seven minutes are over, sir..." you heard someone outside said.

You were thankful that the person didn't open the door as you quickly put on your shirt and followed Ivan beside him.

Soon after the game, the both of you left early so you could spend time with him, and you enjoyed the night with him...because for you and only you, he smiled truthfully.
Sometimes I question why I wanted to be even NEAR Ivan, sometimes even trying to get into a room alone with him... But YOU guys wanted him, so...meh.


Please comment and favorite to show your enjoyment~!ROMANO.... 
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"Oh My God!"

Blue. Well, there it was. You were pregnant.


A big breasted, short haired woman came running into the room.

"_____! Well?"

Grinning from ear to ear, you nodded.


She grabbed your hands and jumped up and down. Suddenly, she gasped.

"How will you tell this to my brother?"

Your eyes widened. You hadn't thought of that. Ivan, your boyfriend of six years and fiancee of two, would never see this coming.

"I don't know. I guess I just won't until I find out how to put this."


Toris placed a hand on your belly.

"_____, this is amazing! I don't know why you haven't told Ivan yet. Soon it will be to obvious."

It would. No matter how loose of a shirt you wore, you were beginning to show. It had been two weeks since you found out and Ivan was still clueless. It's amazing what clothes can hide. But Ivan was out so you could wear a normal shirt.

"Well, you'll have to tell him at some point. It's a hard this to hide, a preggers belly."

"A what belly?"

You whirled around to see Ivan His eyes were huge. His lips parted in shock.


Ivan looked from Alfred, to you, to your protruding belly.


"Well, you see, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much-"

"I know how it happened, Alfred, I was there! What I mean is how am I just finding out about this now?!

His gaze flickered to you. You walked slowly over to him, took his large hand in yours, and placed it tenderly on your abdomen. The baby shifted and kicked beneath his father's hand. You smiled at your fiancee's soft, loving expression. Placing a hand on his cheek, you whispered...

"He must know it's you. He knows it's his daddy."

Ivan hugged gently around your waist and kissed you lightly.


Alfred and Toris cooed in unison. Breaking apart, you and daddy-to-be shot them an annoyed look.

"Oh, way to ruin the moment, guys!"

Well, whattaya know? I think the preview picture captures his expression beautifully, da? XDDD Anouther tender moment destroyed by the likes of America. Good job, dude!! XDD Hope you enjyed, fave, comment, and all that. LOLOLOL LOVE YA!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"Ah... I want chocolate..." You said, in the verge of dying.

"Chocolate? Then how about some milk ?" he smirked.

"You pervert, don't you dare to teach our child that!"

"Yes yes~"

He drove you to the clinic again, this time he wanted to see his child. What you did yesterday is what you did today too. Lay down on the bed, wait for the image of your child. It's so clear, you can really see your baby's physical appearance.

"Your child is a boy, Mrs. Braginski" said the pediatrician.

"Haha, he has the same nose as me!" Ivan chuckled.

"Oh dear, I hope it's not a brat like you" you said.

"I'm not a brat..." He kissed your forehead.

"I wonder when she'll deliver him?" Ivan said, looking at the screen.

"Well... Maybe after 4 or 5 months. B-But that's just a prediction!" the pediatrician is so young so she can het nervous at times. You and Ivan went home after that, this news reached the other countries. Now, they were planning to have a party after 5 months. You were not informed, of course. And then, as time goes by... 5 months had passed, your belly got bigger. When you got home from the clinic again...

"Congratulations!!!!!!!!" the countries shouted, popping party poppers.

"Woah? What is this?" you said, smiling a bit.

"A party!!!" Antonio said.

"I told them they don't have to do it but they insisted" Ivan said, hugging you and kissing you.

"Why not~? it's good to celebrate at a time like this right~?" said Francis.

"Fuck yeah~" Alfred agreed.

You can see mountains of baby presents on the corner, you can't find any small boxes, all of them were big. Arthur, Alfred, Francis and Matthew gave baby clothes, tons of them.  Antonio, Feliciano and Lovino gave the toys. Gilbert and Ludwig provided the baby's bed and other stuffs to put in the bed, it's so cute, I swear to their abs. Yekaterina and Natalia gave the bottles, milk and other the baby's needs and Kiku decorated a room. By just looking at the presents, you felt like you wanted to give birth right now! Yeah... You wished it... Your belly started to hurt... Labor?!

"A-Ahh...!" bloods were flowing down to the floor.

"Mon dieu! Hurry! Bring her to the hospital!"

They rushed you there. Alfred was driving furiously, ignoring the speed limit. The polices started follow him, Alfred told himself he'll talk to them later. The nurses put you on a stretcher and ran to the delivery room.

"Ivan... I think I'm gonna die..." you panted.

"Don't say that!" His adorable worrying face was damn too cute, you couldn't help but to tease him. Yekaterina told Ivan to just wait outside. He was walking here and there, feeling so uncomfortable.

"Stop walking will you? You're making me dizzy" Francis said.

"You're gonna also feel like this if only you were at my place"

Alfred and Lovino on the other hand... Talking with the police.

"Like we said! My friend is about to give birth! Ah geez! Should I make a law to ignore the speed limit when someone is about to give birth?!" Alfred cried.

"Who are you to make a law?" the police said.

"F*ck you, I'm America." Alfred said, loud enough just being heard by Lovino.

"Don't get too careless, we can't let other people know our f*cking identities."

"But this damn police is way too irritating! Should I throw him to the ocean and call sharks?!" He whispered to Lovino.

"Or call Sicilian Mafias?"

On the other hand... You, pushing all you've got.

"Oh god..."

"A one more long push then it's finished" the nurse said.

"You can do it, __!" Yekaterina rooted.

You did what you was told. You succeeded letting the baby get out from your womb.

"Aaww... A boy?! I was looking forward for a girl" Yekaterina pouted.

"It can't be helped, Ivan wants a boy"
Oh wait, you said to yourself. You just realized you did it. The nurses cleaned your baby boy and gave him to you.

"He's so cute!" Yekaterina said.

"Yeah... He looks like Ivan"

Ivan got a word from the doctor and allowed him to see his wife and his child.

"Is that... my child?" he said, approaching to you.

"No, min―" Arthur elbowed Francis on the gut.

"Ahaha, I'm so happy" he hugged you and his baby boy.

"Thank you for marrying me __" he kissed you this time.
you're the luckiest girl in the world if you marry someone like Russia XDD
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“Ms. (y/n) you may need more surgery if your hip does not heal” the doctor explained as you laid on the cold hospital bed. You were the country of (c/n). Your country was suffering an economic crisis, as predicted, your body took its toll.

“You may experience difficulty walking for long periods of time. We suggest you use a wheelchair mainly” the doctor explained further while you nodded.

“There’s someone here to take you home” a nurse entered and the doctor nodded before turning to you and smiling as he left the room.

“Privet (y/n)!” Ivan walked in and your face lit up.

“I came to take you home” He smiled and lifted you up before gently setting you in your wheelchair.

To many countries, Russia was scary. You looked past that and discovered he was more of a giant teddy-bear than some crazy power-hungry lunatic that most people assumed of him.

After placing you in his car, he drove you home. Only a little while later, you realized he was driving to his house instead.

“How come we’re going to your house Ivan?” you asked and looked up at him.

“So I can watch you and take care of you” Ivan smiled

“I feel like an old woman, I’m already having hip problems!” you sighed

“Don’t be silly (y/n)! You are a country, problems happen that cause physical problems for us.” Ivan smiled and ruffled your hair.

The car slowly came to a halt as Ivan parked the car in the driveway of his large house.

“Ivan, my wheelchair can’t go through snow” you looked up at him.

“I know….” He smiled and took off his scarf. You were amazed that he removed it, what happened next shocked you. He wrapped it around your neck. He gently leaned forward and picked you up. He carefully lifted you onto his back and carried you towards the house.

“Are you sure I’m not heavy?” you self-consciously asked

“You feel like a feather to me. I can carry you for days without putting you down!” Ivan chuckled as he opened the front door. He walked over to his plush sofa next to the fireplace and gently placed you on the couch.

Ivan left and quickly came back inside with your wheelchair. He placed it by the couch and walked over to the fireplace. He tossed in a few logs of firewood before lighting it ablaze with a match.

“I’ll go bring you something warm to drink” Ivan turned and smiled at you. Your cheeks dusted pink as you shyly smiled back. Ivan was so sweet towards you that it was nearly impossible to have not developed romantic feelings towards the large nation.

“Here,” Ivan came back and handed you a mug of hot chocolate.

“Ivan, why do you want to take care of me? I know you said before you didn’t want to control my country, but why help me out?” you asked and looked up at him.

He set down his mug and turned to you. His violet orbs glistened as they stared down at your (e/c) eyes.

“Because…….ya tebya lyublyu (y/n). I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, for being my friend…..” Ivan choked out as tears threatened to fall.

You gently scooted closer and wrapped your arms around him. Ivan hugged you tightly back and sobbed into your shoulder.

“I love you too Ivan……I’m here….” You smoothed his platinum hair and held him.

“how can someone like you love me? Everybody hates me or they’re afraid” Ivan murmured

“because no one can see the warmth you have inside you. Others see your cold exterior but I see your heart for what it is. You only want warmth and friends.” You answered.

Ivan pulled away from the hug and gave you a warm hug before passionately kissing you. It was like a wave of heat washed over you, filling you with warmth. Ivan’s arms snaked around your waist gently as your hands played with his soft hair.

“stay with me, da?” he chuckled as you nodded happily.

“you are my one and only sunflower. You make me so happy just by seeing you….” Ivan grinned and pulled you onto his lap.

~Le Timeskip~

“Where is Mr. Russia?” Latvia asked until he saw Lithuania and Estonia who shushed him and pointed. Latvia stuck his head out around the corner and saw Russia asleep with (c/n) laying on top of his stomach on the couch by the fire.

“They look so cute!” Latvia squealed until Lithuania slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Be quiet will you!?” Lithuania whispered

“He’ll have your head if you wake him or (y/n) up!” Estonia chided quietly. Latvia nodded with Lithuania’s hand still covering his mouth.
Finally made it! I had a little writer's block for a bit. I finally gave Russia a turn in my country x Injured!Reader series. :iconyayrussiaplz: I have no clue about broken hips. All i know is that it's difficult to walk for long periods of time and most people use wheelchairs. Picture and Russia don't belong to me. I hope it's not crappy!
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You were currently wrapped in the arms of Ivan Braginsky.

His breathing was soft, you couldn't help but smile up at the intimidating man. He wasn't really that bad, he just didn't know how to act around people. When you had first met him, he seemed like a wall of ice that was impossible to break. You didn't break that wall, you just... melted it.

You sat next to Ivan at the world meeting, listening to the debates that seemed to switch topic every 2 minutes. The countries, namely America, were bickering about something useless. There was no way that they would listen to you, as you tried to interject.

"E-excuse me..." You tried to say, only to be interrupted with a tomato flying across the room, hitting Germany in the face. You could practically see the anger radiating from his face. Ivan turned towards you, stifling a laugh.

"Heh, любовь, did you see that? I'll protect you from the tomatoes with my magic metal pipe of pain" he said, but quickly added, "not to hurt you, of course."

You smiled weakly up at him. There was no telling with Russia. Especially when he had that adorable face. He could probably rip off someone's arm and they would still not be mad at him.

Then, a tomato hit him square in the face.  

You stifled a laugh. Tomato juice dripped down his face.
Then, an idea hit you. Maybe you would regret it.

You leaned over and licked some of the tomato off of his face. He was stiff at first, but seemed to relax. He wrapped his arms around you.

You had Lovino to thank for that situation. And for your boyfriend.
Mind snapping out of those memories, you shifted yourself to lay on top of his stomach. You held your breath, not wanting to wake up the sleeping Russian. Like that would ever happen, especially with your clumsy attitude.

His eyes blinked open, and he rolled over on top of you without a word, only a soft grunt. His tongue met the tip of your nose, making you turn slightly red.
"Ivan, for the last time, I am not a tomato. Now, Spain's asscheeks are perfect tomatoes, but that's not the point."

"Ngh.. мой подсолнечника, just go back to sleep," he whined. You sighed and pushed him back to the side, snaking your arms around his waist. He gave a happy sigh and snuggled his head into your side.

Well, you could make him breakfast later...
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It was almost 10:00 at night and you and your boyfriend Ivan had just getting back from a bar to his house a few minutes ago. You had been drinking Vodka, you two had drunk so much that it was strong on both of your guys breath. He opened the door and you followed him inside. He smiled at you and you grinned stupidly back.

"Maybe you shouldn't drink so much next time da?",asked Ivan. "I-I didn't *hic* dwink dat much,did I?",you asked hiccuping."Yes you did,seems like you will just have to sleep in my room with me so I can keep an eye on you.",he said giving you a wink. "Tee hee! *hic* I vould like dat.",you said blushing,you were not that drunk to not know when he meant he wanted to have sex."Come on,I dont know if you will make it.",he said and picked you up bridal style.

He walked you to his room and layed you on the bed. He smiled at you before turning toward the doorway. You saw Eduard standing in the doorway.

"I suggest you get out before I punish you,no disturbances and if their will get it worse because you already will later.",said Ivan darkly. "Y-yes Mr.Russia.",said Eduard closing the door and Ivan walked over to it and locked it.

He turned back to you and walked back to the bed before getting on top of you and kissing your lips,you kissed right back. He smiled at you pulling away and letting his lips hover over your forehead.

"Now...where were we?",he asked. "Don't tease me Ivan.",you whispered. "Oh but you know I love to ______,atleast beg me a little.",he said softly in your ear. "Oh fine,but *hic*just a little...",you said giving in. "I knew you would see it my way.",said Ivan before nibbling on your earlobe.

You blushed as his fingers hovered lightly over your collarbone,teasing you. Then,they began unbuttoning your blouse. You smiled at him as he pulled it away from you and tossed it aside. He kissed your cheek before kissing your jaw line.You let your fingers run through his hair and he planted another kiss on your lips.

He took off his long, heavy tan coat and brown gloves before kissing your neck. You gasped as his lips brushed one spot that made you go wild. He laughed lightly against your skin making you let out a soft moan.

"That was fast,your way to easy to please _____.",he said teasingly. "I-it's only 'cause *hic*we have done dis a few times before Ivan. It isn't fair,you know all my *hic* sweet spots.",you groaned as he kissed your neck again. "Yes,but is just to easy with you sunflower.",he said smiling at you,a playful gleam in his violet eyes. "Oh Ivan, I love you...",you said before scilencing his response with a kiss.

He grinned at you and kissed your collarbone before going ahead and taking off your bra. He quickly took it off and you instantly covored yourself up by crossing your arms. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"_______, I have seen you naked before,why do we always do this?",asked Ivan. "Because,I get *hic* nervous okay? I just worry that what if someone sees?",you said blushing nervously and looking away. "_______, you are beautiful like a sunflower, if anyone sees,I will take care of it,come on.",said Ivan. "O-okay...",you said and uncrossed your arms. "Their not so bad humm?",he asked and kissed you."I *hic* guess not....",you said softly.

He smiled and kissed you again scilencing you. You ran your fingers through his hair as he pulled off your pants and you kicked them aside. He did the same with his and your (eye color) eyes met his. You looked away blushing, you always got quiet and nervous at this point,who wouldn't be, Ivan could be intimidating.

"Are you ready sunflower?",he asked. ".....I-I guess....",you said nervously. "Don't worry, you dont need to be nervous.So,are you honestly read because we dont have to do this if you dont want to.",he said. "I-I want to do this...",you said blushing even worse because you were embarassed. "Okay,dont worry sunflower.I will be gental,I promise.",he said kissing your nose before pulling off his underwear and your own.

He smiled and held you close as he entered you. You whimpered,but swallowed hard and wrapped your arms around his neck. You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them as he thrust into you over and over again. Your moans filled the air as he sped up.

"Ivan!I am going to come....",you managed to get out before it happened and he followed close behind."______....",he gasped falling onto the bed. "I-Ivan....",you gasped blushing and let your head rest against his chest exhausted. "I love you sunflower....",he whispered and kissed your forehead.

You smiled happily and closed your eyes. Vodka,sunflowers and sex baby,you never can go wrong with that.
Russia X Reader Lemon, enjoy!
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My second fanfic or x reader sorry if it sucks :3
~May have foul language~

You ran as fast as you could from your bestfriend Ivan Braginski. You had no clue what the hell came over him. You where just walking down the hall, coming back from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your (h/c) (h/l) hair. Ivan had offered a shower to you after all you had come from (where you live) all the way to Russia on a surprisingly sweaty plane. You had just taken a brake from college and wanted to see him. So you went with the money you saved from (insert crappy job).

Ivan continued to chase you down the hall of his huge mansion. Slowly catching up to you made it all the more terrifying. You tried to recall what happened. Then it hit you like a lead pipe. You clasped almost instantaneously. Vision blurring. (E/c) orbs watering. Your finally thought was what you thought caused this tantrum.

You woke hours later with a lump next to you. You felt you head. There was bandages and they where wet. Blood. "Damn it" you thought. You just sat back panicked as all hell. Ivan was laying next to you sound asleep. His Blood incrusted pipe next to him. It looked like it had the fresh crimson substance all over it. You looked over to him his eyes still shut and his chest rising and falling.

You slowly made your way out of the bed. Glancing over and over at Ivan. He always looked so cute and peaceful. Like he couldn't hurt anyone but Alfred. You recalled him punching poor Alfie in the gut for saying he was a commie. (You couldn't blame him. Alfred was being a total douche bag) But other than that he never hurt anyone. Not even his physco sister that tried to kill you once. He stopped her but he didn't hurt her.

Something grabbing you wrist broke your trance. It was Ivan. Looking up to you with seemingly innocent violet eyes he asked " What's the matter (Name)? What are those bandages from?" He actually seemed concerned for you well being. You just stared at him with a horrified look (E/c) pools showing fear.  Apparently he saw that and asked stumbling over his words " D-did I d-do...that?" He said his eyes becoming glassy and red. You just slowly nodded. He reached up to where the pipe had hit you. You flinched out of his grasp. (Your Name) I'm sorry ........ sorry" his voice started to crack and shrivel away as he stuffed his face in the now wet pillow. He kept whispering  something in Russian ," мне жаль"over and over.

"Damn it "you whispered walking around the bed over to the sobbing russian. You started to pet his pale hair. He looked up slowly, sobs still racking his body. You smiled slightly. But you had to ask this even if it meant him freaking out again. "Ivan what happened last night?" You said bracing yourself for impact. "Oh....Well while you where in the shower." He just stopped. He started to shake and whimper again. You hugged him close to you trying to calm him. Ivan was still the Ivan you know and love right? He looked up again his bangs over his eyes. " I started to think about why my family left me and the baltics..... It scared me that you would do the same so..." He stopped.

You already understood Ivan was lonely and started to drink because he was depressed. That's why he attacked you. "Ivan its alright. I'm not mad at you." (Or scared any more for a matter of fact) "So you'll stay with me sunflower?" He said violet eyes staring hopefully into your (E/c) ones. "Da I will."
Fluff Ish fluffy. My other fanfic didn't end so well for reader chan so I had to even it out. ~love Waffles
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    You and your Russian boyfriend, Ivan were on a vacation. You two were in Russia..... for the spring. Which in Russia, it was basically a one degree warmer winter. But, you didn't mind, since you always loved snow. You couldn't believe the amount of snow you saw! Now, yes, you lived in a place where snow was usual in the winter, but it was nothing compared to the amount of snow in Russia.
     Ivan wanted you to see how Russia was like, since he grew up there his whole life. Plus, he didn't want to leave you behind while he was in Russia. You were pleased and excited to go. You've always wanted to go to Russia, and now you had the chance, and you wouldn't be there alone. When you got there, the first thing you thought about was where the two of you were going to stay. So, you asked Ivan about this.
 "Ivan, Russia is so beautiful, but the question on my mind is where we're gonna stay." you asked. 'Gosh. She always has to be formal doesn't she?..... but, it's cute on her." Ivan thought. He replied to your question as soon as you asked it.
 "It's a suprise, my sunflower." He said, a warm smile on his face. Him calling you 'sunflower' made you warm inside. That was his nickname for you, because he thought you were so warm, sweet, and bright as the summer's day. You mouthed an "oh" and smiled. You weren't worried about it, since you knew that Ivan would pick the best place to stay for the spring.
    You two had to take a train to get were the house was located. While you were on the train, you asked Ivan what the place is like.
 "Don't worry. It's nice." he said. "I want this to be a suprise, so please stop asking questions about it, my sunflower." he continued, kissing you on the cheek. You smiled.
 "Okay." you said, finally giving up about trying to make him say something about how it looked like and where it was located. 
    Finally, after a one hour train ride, you and Ivan arrived at were you were going to stay. Once you got off, you were in a suprised shock. The house was beautiful. You couldn't believe it! It was a huge winter log cabin, and, once inside, it was even more beautiful. Tile floors, and upstairs, everything someone could hope for. 
 "Ivan, this.... this is beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!" you exclaimed. It was so wonderful, inside and out. Ivan smiled at you.
 "I'm glad you like it, my sunflower." He then kissed you full on the lips. 'She looks and sounds like an innocent child who found out that they were getting a puppy. It's adorable.' he thought.
    Ivan noticed the time and asked if you wanted to go to sleep, and since the train ride was a quite tiring one, you were pleased to finally lay down after such a long day. 
    You and Ivan were in bed together, curled up and as happy as can be.
 "I'm glad you decided to come with me, [name] I would have missed having you around and in the bed with me all spring." he said. This made you smile like there was no tomorrow. Gosh, did he have a way with words. 
 "I'm glad I came, too." you continued, "There's no place I'd rather be." you said, with a huge grin on your face. You two were so happy together. You were his world, so to say. He treated you with the up-most respect, and you did the same to him in return. The two of you have been together for three years, and those three years have been the happiest years you've both had in your lifetime. You were the only person who didn't think he was scary. You actually thought he was the non-scariest person on earth. Everything about you, he loved. 

    Ivan thought this was the right time to ask something like this, since you two were curled up so nicely together. He quickly sat up and when through the nightstand drawer. His quickness suprised you, since you were almost asleep. Ivan finally found what he was looking for and went over to your side of the bed. Noticing his movements, you sat up.
 "What are you doing Ivan?" you sleepily asked him.

    Ivan got down on one knee, and pulled out a red velvet box, and began his speech to you.
 "[name], your the flower to my sunshine, the apple to my tree, my everything. These past three years have been the best of my life, and I want it to stay like that. So, [first name] [last name] will you marry me?" he asked, hoping you would say yes.
 You were speechless. You had so many feelings, you started crying, but it was out of joy.
 "Yes! Yes of course!" you exclaimed with tears filled with happiness running down your face. Ivan wanted to jump for joy. He was finally going to marry the woman he loved, and stay with her forever.
    Ivan got up, got back in bed, and hugged you like there was no tomorrow.
 "I'm so happy you said yes..." he drifted. A wave of relief washed over him, because he thought you were going to say no.
 "I'm glad you asked." you replied, a warm smile on your face.
    And with that, you two went back to sleep, but before that, you had to say something.
 "This is the best vacation ever. I'm so glad that I came here with you." you sleepily said. You were on the edge of falling asleep. Before you could, Ivan spoke in a light tone.
 "I'm glad you did, too. Because, were going to live in Russia, if that's okay with you. I-in this house." he calmly said. You sleepily nodded in response.
 "Good. Now I can spend all of the Russian winter nights with you... forever."
Did I make Russia a bit to fluffy?
I dunno....
Oh Well!
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You were sitting on your couch, waiting for your father to come down from the attic. It was Christmas time, and Germany was fetching the decorations from the attic in the laundry room. Oh, he wasn't doing this alone; Prussia was helping him, of course.

All the sudden, there was a loud THUNK!, followed by an equally as loud, "Verdammt!"

"Kesesese! You hit your head again, didn't you, West?"

"Shut up, Prussia."

You giggled quietly from your spot on the couch, but apparently loud enough for your father and your uncle to hear, for Prussia's head appeared from around the corner. He was still smiling, but his grin turned into a smirk as he looked over at the ladder and exclaimed, "See? Even little (f/n) thinks it's funny!"

You could have sworn that you heard Germany mutter, "Traitor."

Prussia's eyes widened as a string of garland was hurled at his head. Unfortunately, he didn't move out of the way fast enough, and he was knocked onto his rear by the force of the throw. He stood up, glared at Germany and walked over to you, still having the garland wrapped around his neck. You had fallen off of the couch from laughing.

"Oh, you think that this is funny?"

You continued to giggle joyfully before being picked up by Prussia and balanced on his hip. You smiled up at him, and it wasn't long before an equally as happy grin settled on his lips.

"Ja, I guess it was pretty funny," he said, grabbing the end of the garland and lightly tickling your stomach with it. You attempted to wriggle out of his grip, but he wasn't having that. He held on to you tighter, abandoning the garland to tickle you with his fingers. You were howling with laughter, and Prussia had a wide smile on his face, his eyes sparkling. After a few more seconds, he put you down again. You collapsed onto the couch, still recovering from the tickle attack.

During that time, Germany had pulled out all the boxes and was putting the ladder away in the garage. He paused in the doorway to the living room, watching you and Prussia lay on the couch, watching a Christmas movie.

"Are you ready to put up the decorations?"

Prussia and you both jumped up, forgetting the movie in a second. You were nodding rapidly, a completely serious expression on your face. Prussia ran forward, scooping up the garland that had previously been chucked at his face and bolting outside to loop it around the railings on your porch.

"What are we gonna do, daddy?"

"Um… why don't you put up the stockings while I set up the tree? When I'm done, we'll get Uncle Prussia and put the ornaments on it," Germany said, sneezing afterwards because of the dust that the attic accumulated during the months when it remained untouched.


And so the three of you went to work decorating the house, stringing garland, putting up lights outside, hanging up stockings, and finally decorating the tree with ornaments and candy canes. You were all now resting tiredly on the couch, watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. You were gasping cutely whenever something remotely surprising happened, and pouting whenever the other reindeer wouldn't accept Rudolph because of his nose.

When the movie ended, you all went outside to see the Christmas lights, because it was finally dark enough. You were standing next to your father as Prussia was up on the porch plugging in the lights. The lights turned on, blazing white on the trees, roof, and bushes. The three of you smiled.

"Merry Christmas."

"Frohe Weihnachten."

"Keseseseses! Merry Christmas, guys!"
In honor of my family finally getting up and getting our decorations from the attic earlier today. I apologize for the shortness, but I only took, like, twenty minutes to write this.

The beginning was inspired by real-life events. If you're interested, you can go read about it in my journal.

:iconleakittychan: wanted a fic with either Papa!Germany or Papa!Prussia, so I added a bit of both.

Hetalia is not mine.
Neihter are Germany or Prussia.
Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer belongs to... whoever made the movie.
I don't own you.
But I DO own the story.
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~*Regular POV*~

Rain. The translucent, cold, liquid poured down on the small city. The sun, shielded by the gray, dark clouds, gave little to no light to the town below. Small puddles of water formed on the sides of the roads, sidewalks, and flowed down roofs, in an overflow. A young girl, from what it looks like, was running down the streets.  The girl looked exhausted as she ran, her dirty, (h/c) locks blowing behind her head as her (f/c) dress was tattered, which was constantly kicked up as she bolted down the streets. Her (e/c) orbs darted around primitively, as if in search for a hiding place. Yelling was heard in the abandoned streets, echoing through the town like an owl’s hoot in the night.  The girl’s running was becoming sloppy as she turned a sharp right, going down an alley, and towards the end of the town. Her (s/c) skin had small, fresh cuts along her knees, elbows, and cheeks. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing in with the blood, as pain and fear radiated form her (e/c) eyes.

~*Your POV*~

You ran. Your bare feet slapped against the wet concrete quickly, although your footing was sometimes off. Each breath you took as you fled was becoming laborious, while each step you took was becoming choppy. Your energy was depleting quickly, which was now obvious as your eyes darted about for a place to hide. You cried silently as you kept running, hearing the dreadful, low, as well as menacing tone of your father’s, “Hey! Get back here this instant, (f/n)! If you don’t, you get twenty flogs! No, forty!” Your tired body shivered at this threat.

You knew what he meant by flogs. Oh, how you dreaded those flogs! Your father had used this method of punishment throughout your lifetime. He would grab an object that was close, preferably a broom or flashlight, and hit your back with it. Each set of ten flogs would leave your back in pain, with multiple shades of red coloring it like severe sunburn.
Carrying on with your labored run, you dashed back into the alleyway; not even daring to look back at your violent father. Your feet splashed through cold puddles of water, which gave you little strength to continue. You’re breathing became heavy, as a cramp started to form around the right side of your abdomen. You whimpered feebly, continuing with a limp in your run. Dashing down the deserted alley, you came to the end, which opened up to a muddy field. You whimpered once more, stopping as you spotted barbed wires that separated you from the field. The muddy field itself seemed like your new sanctum from this violent chase of your father’s. Glancing back, you yelped as you saw your father’s presence slowly get closer. You had no time to lose; or else, it would all be over. Lost.  You ducked under the barbed wire, and crawled desperately to the other side. Once over, you bit your lower lip at the site of your arms. They were bloodied, and your back began to smart in a new presence of pain. You glanced back at the barbed wire, noticing how shreds of dirty, bloodied, and pale fabric hung from the wires near the bottom of the gate, serving you as a reminder of your trial to get to the other side.  Hearing a loud shout from your father, you shook yourself from the minor distraction, and sprinted away into the muddy field.

~*Germany’s POV*~

I decided to take a refreshing walk from my house, bringing an umbrella with me. I sighed softly, muttering under my breath, “…Those dummkopfs….Italy and bruder Prussia clearly cannot be fit for zer lives…” I continued on with my silent walk, keeping the umbrella over my head, as I muttered some more about my burder and Italy’s habits. I walked down the street, and to the field at the end of the block, and I watched as more clouds came in; obscuring the small rays of sunlight that had penetrated the previous clouds. I sighed. This day was going to be a cold, wet day. I kept walking despite this. It was much better than being stuck at home with those two dummkopfs, Italy and Prussia.  Ah….They are a pain… I thought with a bitter smile, keeping my eyes on the field as it came closer into view.

Once I got to the field, I looked at it with a long sigh, watching as the downpour of rain ambush the fragile wheat, making the earth sodden and wet. I was about to turn back, but I stopped, hearing a faint cry. My breathing paused, as I listened to the cry once more. This time, though, I could clearly distinguish it. It sounded like a coyote pup at first, until I realized that it was a child.  I looked at the field desperately, already thinking of where the child itself might be. With a huff, I jumped over the waist-high barbed wire fence, landing into the muddy ground with a splash. After I went onto the other side of the fence, I started to run towards the cries. I used this to my leverage, since the cries would lead me to the destination of the child. These cries sounded weak; urgent. Vas there something vrong vith the child?

~*Your POV*~

You had been running for about a steady five minutes, before your legs gave out towards the middle of the field. You crashed into the muddy earth, sliding forward another couple inches. Dirt coated your front, along with the side of your left cheek. You grunted, crying in a panicked tone. You tried to get up, using your shaking arms to pull yourself up. But, once trying this your arms gave way immediately, making you fall back onto your side. You wailed with fright, trying to use your fingers to drag yourself to the base of a large tree. You kept crying, with tears making clean lines on your muddy cheeks. You kept on urging yourself to the base of the tree, already feeling the strength in even your arms start to dim. You were running out of energy. You shivered as a gust of cold air blew through the field, making you realize how cold, wet, and tired you truthfully were. You sniffled softly, continuing your wails of defeat. You couldn’t go on any more, already feeling your consciousness dim, slowly succumbing yourself to the depths of unconsciousness. You yourself knew you need rest, but, in truth, you were unable to, with the threat of your father still on the loose. How close was daddy now? Is he already….in…in the field…? You asked yourself quietly, feeling your grasp onto reality fade away. Your (e/c) eyes slowly closed, leaving your frail body limp in the field. You were unconscious now, with your cries stopping as you became unconscious.

~*Germany’s POV*~

I slowly came to a stop, as the child’s cries were no longer heard. I looked around, panting softly, before looking down on the muddy ground. My eyes darted feverishly through the wheat and mud that coated the field, looking desperately for a sign, or even the body, of a child. I myself knew I wasn’t imagining that sound; it surely wasn’t a trick, which was as much as I can guarantee.  I was about to look towards another portion of the field, before I spotted the pale, (f/c) fabric on the ground, coated thickly with mud. I gasped softly to myself, knelt down immediately, and wiped off large cakes of mud, which had been covering the now discovered, tattered dress. I scowled softly, now spotting the limp form of the child through the layer of mud that covered a portion of the child. I first checked to see if there was a pulse, saying quietly, “…Oh Gott….I hope the poor child is still alive…” much to my relief, I felt the faintest sign of life. I sighed, relived at this. Now, after that, I slowly pulled the child into my arms. I tried to be gentle with the little one, making sure she wasn’t harmed in the process.  Once I positioned the girl in my arms, I decided to take my green military jacket off, and wrap it around the girl. I placed her back in my arms, looking around the field for any sign of parents. Vas she the only one here…? Surely some parents should be vith her, or, at least, looking for her… I sighed, noticing how she was the only one here. I had heard a distant yell, but that was quickly muffled by the sound of mud. I scowled, and stood with the child cradled in my arms. I looked down to her, pulling the umbrella over the two of us, “Oh Ves…Vhat are you getting yourself into…” I mumbled, watching the child breath faintly. Her (s/c) was pale against my green jacket, making me realize how fragile the child was. I kept my eyes on the girl with a newfound adoration. I then coughed, feeling ridiculous as a thought came up, Maybe I could take ze child in….and become her foster vatti… I shook my head at this, feeling ridiculous. It was impossible for me to take care of this child, especially since Italy and Prussia are already relying on me. I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment, before opening them again. I concentrated, keeping the girl close, and walking out of the field towards my house. The rain seemed to be pouring harder by the time I had come to the door with the small child in my arms, making sure the child wasn’t going to get any more soaked in rain.  I opened the door with a swift motion, walked inside, and closed the door silently. I closed the umbrella, and put it beside the door. I drew in a sharp breath, looking around the house. To my astonishment, neither Prussia nor Italy could be seen. I scowled for a moment, before walking up the stairs and into my room with the girl. I laid her gently onto my bed, making sure my coat was still wrapped around the sleeping figure. I grabbed one of my smallest shirts, as well as a towel, and went into the restroom, placing the items on the counter. I picked up the child again, cradling her as I walked to the bathroom with her. First thing was first. If this child were to stay, she’d need to be clean. I closed the door, keeping the child in the crook of my arms. I swallowed nervously, before running the bath. I checked occasionally to make sure it was warm. Once the water was filled at a satisfied level, I hesitated, before removing the small child’s clothes, and gently placing her in the bath. I held onto her while I bathed her, making sure her face hadn’t gotten too wet, nor had her head go into the water. I wrapped her in a towel once I finished, put her into my small t-shirt, which went down to her ankles, and picked her up. I brought my now muddy jacket with me as I walked back to my room silently. I pulled the covers off as I went to the bed, placing the girl carefully into the bed. I pulled the sheets over her now clean form, her soft (s/c) standing out calmly against my sheets. I sighed softly, patting the child’s back in a hesitant way, saying softly, “Gute Nacht, mein Kleiner.” I smiled faintly as the figure seemed to relax to my touch. It was like a calmling feeling. I then walked out of my room slowly, closed the door, walked down the stairs, and sat on the couch. I put my jacket in the laundry bin, looking up to the ceiling towards where the child was sleeping. I think it was a new start for me, to meet this child. But, once the little one wakes up, I should check if there are any Eltern missing her. …Hm….I vonder….where is Italy?

This is my first reader. :) Please tell me whether it is good or not, also if I should continue it. ^^ Advice is greatly appreciated! :) .. ;D

I do not own Hetalia, nor Germany. Hetalia (Which includes Germany, duh) belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.
You, of course, belong to you! ;D (So far, that is...)
All I own is the plot.

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                                         'Til I Awaken
       I gazed at the prone form lying on the clean white sheets.  His well-muscled chest—still swathed in dark purple-splotched bandages—rose and fell in an unending cadence.  His face, strong and scarred, had the eerily serene look of the sleeping dead, as the battlefield nurses called his condition.  This blonde man's injuries had been so severe during the battle, his body had withdrawn deep into itself to try and shelter the small spark of life that it could maintain.  However, in doing this, his body entered a dangerous gamble.  Sometimes, that spark of life never can completely be rekindled into a full flame, and then the person never awakens.  They simply stop sleeping one day and die.  

I brushed these thoughts from my mind as I gazed on this wounded soldier.  There was work to be done.  I had to do my best to heal him and hope he would awaken.  I pulled the top sheet from his body.  I was rather used to seeing my patients disrobed, but this one was different.  Each time I replaced the bandages on his gaping chest wounds, my face grew hot, my hands shook slightly, and something fluttered in my stomach.  I tried to steady my hands; I could not risk reopening the mortal wounds near his heart and stomach.  

I closed my eyes and steadied my breath.  I took my scissors and clipped the soiled bandages upon his chest.  As I pulled the old, bloodstained linen strips from him, his well-toned muscles revealed themselves.  It pained me to see such a strong man brought low by the war.  I thought I would grow used to the endless parade of torn, disfigured, and near-lifeless men into our hospital set up well away from the frontline; I doubt I ever will.

I carefully began to prop up the soldier's back so I could rewrap his injuries.  As I lifted his broad shoulders from the bed, his face distorted slightly.  "Unh..." he groaned quietly.  

"Shhh, it's going to be fine," I whispered to him.  I set him down gently on the pillow prop so that his back lay about 5cm from the bed.  I took the bloody bandages away from under him, my small hands darting quickly and precisely so I could lower my patient down soon.  I then grabbed a roll of new linen and began to wrap his chest wounds once again.  It saddened me to see them; long, raw only partially scabbed over, his wounds ran in thin, throbbing red strands from his right shoulder, across the left side of his chest, down to his stomach.  As I wrapped them, a few red flowers began to slowly bloom through the white snow I tried to spread.  These thin, deep wounds now held the once strong soldier on the knife's edge of life and death.  My little hands worked quickly to rewrap his wounds, and perhaps hold in and foster that little spark to glow once again as a bright fire.   

As I tied off the final wrap, I looked at the soldier's face once more.  Even in the depths of his death-like slumber, he still grimaced slightly at the pain he endured.  The shelter of unconsciousness could only protect him so far.  I tried to remove the pillows with as little pain to him as possible.  Yet even with my greatest care, he still let out a low moan of pain.  My heart wept for him.

I began to stroke his blonde hair and to quietly sing a little tune I remembered from my childhood.

"Morn fades to evening,
Day turns to night.
Stars shine in heaven;
The moon sheds its light.
Day draws its close,
So sleep now in peace.
May calmness surround you,
As you dream.

But as I slumber,
Hold me close.
As I sleep now,
Stay by my side.
I will see you when I awake.
But 'til I awaken,
Stay now with me."

As I sang, his slight grimace began to soften into its previous state of serenity, his breathing slowed and his muscles relaxed.  I continued to caress his hair after the song was finished.  I wished he was the only injured soldier I had to attend to, that I could stay here all day and tend to his broken body.  But fate is rarely so kind.

The moans and cries of the other wounded called me away from his bedside.  I sighed as I pulled my hand from his head.  Taking the sheets, I recovered his fragile body and began to walk to my next patient.  Before I left the curtained area that separated him from the rest of the hospital, I glanced behind me to gaze upon his face, one last time.  

'Someday,' I thought, 'someday I will see you strong and healthy, but until then, I'll stay with you.'  I then pulled the curtain behind me and walked to my next call.
This is my first ever submission to DeviantART. I hope you like it. I hope to make this into a series, so please comment if you would like me to continue. Otherwise, I don't have a lot of time, so it may not happen.
Note: Setting is circa WWII battle hospital (PLEASE inform me of any historical inaccuracies I may have missed)

Note: Intro picture was edited slightly, the base photo was found here….

Chapter 1: here
Chapter 2:
Chapter 3:
Chapter 4:
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
Chapter 7:
Chapter 8:

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A miracle, they said: a miracle that she survived; a miracle that she is alive.  A miracle, they said over and over: a miracle that the knife just missed her carotid artery; a miracle that she made it to the hospital so quickly.  A miracle they say.  A miracle that her windpipe was barely intact.  A miracle that her vocal chords were ripped to ribbons.  A miracle that my once joyful sister is now silent and somber.  A miracle that my little Sparrow is now silent.
I remember the day the accident occurred as if it happened yesterday.  ________ had asked if she could go to the mall with her friends.  She had been out doing things with them all week, and I wanted her to spend some family time with me.  However, I knew how much she wanted to go, so I let her.
She kissed me on the cheek as she skipped out the door, humming a song from a musical she had just seen.  It went something like, "Five-hundred twenty-five thousand six-hundred minutes~ How do you measure a year in life?"  That was ______: always singing and dancing and brightening everyone's day.  She wanted nothing more than to be an actress; to sing and dance and entertain—to make people happy.
I really wished that she wasn't growing up as quickly as she was.  She wasn't really my sister by blood.  She wasn't even a country.  She was just a little girl that Prussia and I found one day and took in, but I loved her more than I could say.  I was as much her father as her brother.  I would rather die than see her hurt.
Then, the news report came on.  They spoke hurriedly of a hostage situation occurring at the local mall.  My ears pricked up and I sat forward in my seat.  I remember fervently hoping that ______ was okay.  I listened as I walked over to grab my car keys, ready to leave and find her the second the report was finished.
That was when the amateur video someone had taken on a phone came onto the screen.  There was a tall, lanky man in a black ski mask, holding a knife to a girl's throat, demanding money from all the shop owners.  My heart stopped.  There, on the video, was the blurry image of my little sister held at knifepoint.

The speedometer did not leave 60m/h once during the entire car ride.  I had to save my little sister!  I had to protect her!  I had to keep her safe!  I ran up to the police tape, pushing and shoving any and all that stood in my way.  I vaguely remembered tears streaming from my eyes as I rushed ahead, desperate to get my little ______ out of harm's way.
I remember the policemen, trying to keep me behind the tape, telling me to let them do their job.
"You don't understand!  My little sister's in there!  She's the hostage!"  I yelled as they tried to pull me back behind the line.  "I have to help her!  Please!"

There was a scream, a gunshot, a clamor.  There were the both the man with the knife and ______ being taken on stretchers into the waiting ambulances.  I ran with all my strength to be with her, to at least see her.  Her whole front was covered in blood, seeping into her clothing and her hair, dyeing her a too-vibrant red.  The paramedics swarmed around her like vultures, hooking her up to machines and rushing her into the white and red vehicle.  I ran back to my car.  I grabbed my cell phone and carefully dialed Gilbert's number.  My hands shook as the phone rang quietly, almost calmly, mocking the horror and fear that coiled in my stomach.

"Hallo?  West, what is it?" Gilbert asked.
"It's _______, she's been taken to the hospital."  My voice wavered as I spoke the words no brother ever wishes to speak.  "She's been stabbed in the throat."
Gilbert was silent for a few seconds.  His voice was the deathly-calm voice that a commander uses when faced with a losing battle, "We'll go take care of her.  I'll meet you at the hospital."


That was what they kept saying.  It was a miracle.  No one ever told me miracles came at a price though.  I don't mean to seem ungrateful for her survival—anything short of it would have made me go mad with grief—but I feel almost like I'd been cheated by fate, or rather, that _____ had been.
I looked at this prone form, so tiny and frail, clothed in the pale-blue-patterned hospital frock, throat swathed in bandages and prickling with tubes and machines, breathing slowly, moving the blankets covering her up and down, up and down, it seems like a shadow of the bright-faced little bird who just a week before was singing and dancing across the house.
The doctors said that if she had to be hit in the throat by a knife, that this was the best option: no major blood loss, no paralysis, no extreme muscle damage, it was the best possible place.  But they didn't know ______ though, how her face glowed when she sang, how her eyes focused completely on yours when she spoke, how she just wanted to make others happy with what she said.  There was a reason Prussia and I had nicknamed her our Sparrow.  She did nothing but brighten our lives with her delicate yet heartfelt mannerisms, singing and laughing and just being her sweet self.  How could it be the best option that her beautiful voice had to be silenced for her to live?
The doctors said that her voice could return--that they could perform a surgery after she healed a little more that could reposition her vocal chords and repair her ability to speak.  However, there was no guarantee that the quality or tone of her voice could be repaired.  If the ability to speak was restored to her, it may not even be her own voice she would use.
I reached out and held her little hand in mine.  She had always been so small.  My hand enveloped hers; it was warm from lying by her still body.  The doctors had put _____ into an induced coma to help her heal.  They predicted that she would be well enough to wake up soon.  Her brain waves had been steadily increasing and she was breathing on her own through her tracheotomy tube.

I couldn't help but regret my actions that day.  Why hadn't I insisted that she spend some more time with Prussia and me? Why hadn't I been more insistent that I wanted to spend time with her?  She might have been mad, but she wouldn't be lying inert on a hospital bed.

As I held her hand, I felt it flex ever so slightly, like a cat stretching as it awoke from a nap.  Her eyes fluttered open lazily, her (h/c) lashes catching the light streaming in from the window.
I was so relieved to see her awake.  My whole chest felt warm as she faced her pretty (e/c) eyes at me.  I felt my lips curl into a quiet smile.  I saw ______'s eyes glitter dully in recognition.
"Guten morgen, sleepyhead," I whispered to her.
She tweaked her mouth into a slight smile.  She moved her mouth, as though trying to speak; every movement of her lips was slow and deliberate.  She looked confused when all that came out was a small hiss of air and the wet click of her tongue against her teeth.  But it was a tired sort of confused--the sort one gets in a dream that is neither frightening nor significant enough to question.

She simply squeezed my hand as if to say, "I'm glad to see you."

Gilbert walked in at that moment.  He almost dropped the vase of daisies and black-eyed-Susans that he had brought for ______.  He quickly set them down on the table near her bed and sat down next to me.  He was almost crying from joy.
"Good to see you again, kiddo," he whispered to ________.

_______'s eyes grew a little brighter as she saw Gilbert's face join mine.  Her smile was less bleary and more alert.  I distinctly saw her try to say, "Hey, guys," only to have nothing but a slight hiss of air escape her heavy lips.  Her still-glazed eyes grew more intense, with groggy confusion.

Gilbert reached his hand out to pet ______'s cheek, "Hey, don't worry, Sparrow.  You've been asleep for quite a while now." his thumb stroked the baby-soft hairs near her ear, reassuring her as best as he could, "We've missed you."
______ smiled another bleary smile, still too tired to really question why she could not speak.  She moved her hand slowly, turning her palm up towards us and bringing it outward.  I recognized the gesture; it was a weak invitation for an embrace.  I leaned down and, careful to avoid the tubes and wires near her neck, I wrapped my arms around her fragile frame.  Her little arms wrapped weakly around my shoulders as she held me close.

Gilbert took his turn after me.  The tears that had sprung to his eyes when he first saw ______ awake now escaped his eyes and plowed down his cheeks in small, salty rivers.  He embraced ______ as though he never wanted to let her go.  I could see his shoulders spasm slightly, as though he were suppressing sobs.
At that moment, a nurse came in.  She was excited to see that our sister was awake and some-what alert.  She asked her a few questions, like her birthday and her name, and began to assess how she was doing.
After the nurse, a doctor followed.  By now, _____ was almost completely awake, but she had a layer of lethargy that refused to be shaken off.  It reminded me of the laziness that came over her every Saturday morning and would leave no earlier than one o'clock in the afternoon.  It was a bittersweet analogy.  So much had changed since then.

Once again, she tried to open her mouth to speak.  This time, she looked out-and-out terrified that no distinguishable noise was coming out.  Her hand instinctively went to her throat, which paused over the many instruments hooked up to it.  Her face paled.  Her pleading (e/c) eyes quivered with fear, as if to say, "No, no, don't let it be true…"

The doctor's eyes went down to the ground for a second as he cleared his throat.  He readjusted his horn-rimmed glasses as he shifted almost uncomfortably from one foot to the other.  

"Miss Beilschmidt," he began somberly, but with the slightest hint of pity: typical doctor-is-giving-bad-news-voice. "When you were stabbed at the mall, the knife entered your throat, slashed part of your windpipe as well as most of your larynx.  Without surgery to reset the vocal muscles, your wounds won't heal in a way that will allow you to speak again."

_______'s face was a mask of disbelief.  She moved her head slowly side-to-side.  Her eyes seemed to brighten and grow more luminous as tears pooled within them.  Her lower lip began to quiver, and the mask broke.  If she could make any noise, she would have been sobbing uncontrollably.  There was only silence now.

She held her face in her hands, her narrow shoulders heaving with sorrow.  I reached out my arms and brought her to my heart.  At first, ______ did not move.  She continued to cry as she was: face in hands, bowed and defeated.  Eventually, she leaned her face into my shirt and wrapped her arms around my waist.  My chest grew damp with her tears.  She held onto me helplessly, dejectedly, without any hope.
The rise and fall of her shoulders eventually slowed, and she weakly pulled away from me to face the doctor.  His composure fell for a second.  The look of unmitigated sorrow and loss on her face could have made stones weep.
"When you are discharged," he began again, his face a sympathetic yet controlled mask once more, "you can make the decision of whether you want the surgery or not.  Until then, rest and heal up."  He walked out of the room with a quickness of step that betrayed his discomfort.
________'s fawn-like eyes, still stained red from crying, met mine.  She looked at me, helpless as an infant, pleading for guidance.  It was the same look I saw in her eyes when she was alone and abandoned, that first time I saw her.
"Don't worry, _______," I held her hand, hoping to encourage her to be brave.  "We will help you through this I promise."

She reached out her arms and hugged both her big brothers.  We would get through this, as a family, somehow.
This is a request for :icontheblackwolf07:.

I realize the preview image techinically is a Gerita picture, (property of :iconkuroneko3132:), but I had a really hard time finding a picture that would work for a preview image that was not Gerita.

Anyways, this story--orignially intended to be a one-shot--took a really strong hold of me, so now, it's becoming a series. I will work on part two, but school is starting for me, so it may be a while before it is up. I apologize ahead of time.

I do not own Hetalia, Germany (your nii-san), Prussia (also your nii-san), or you. But I do own the story.

Enjoy. :)

Part 1: here
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
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I could feel the air grow cold and thin.  The Angel's presence, I could sense him in my room.  I embraced myself, rubbing my hands across my waist in an attempt to soothe away the cold pit of dread within my stomach.  The Angel was furious.  I could feel that rolling through the air like waves, menacing and powerful.  I prayed his wrath would be brief.
"Insolent whelp!" I heard the Angel proclaim with deadly venom—his voice still glorious and heavenly in its anger--, "How dare he try and defile this pure and obedient student of mine?"

I had never felt so guilty and desperate in my life.  I could not believe I had angered my tutor so horribly in speaking to Raoul.  Repentant and placating, I begged the Angel on bended knee, hot tears rolling down my cheeks, "Forgive me, my teacher.  My soul was weak and wavering.  I shall never again look upon another man."  I couldn't bear to lose the guardian that had led me to sing again, who had led me from sorrow to joy.  With all the gravity of death I proclaimed, "I promise I am wholly yours."
The Angel seemed pleased with this, the anger and hate rolling and reverberating in the air died down into something soothing and soft, like the warm breath of spring.
"My dear child," he whispered to me, so close it felt as though he stood at my shoulder.  I imagined I could feel the rustle of his wings against my skin.  "You trust me, do you not?"  His voice sent chills down my spine.  I could feel the warm and gentle tug of his words.  His voice was so beautiful, so heavenly, it gave be the most ethereal and otherworldly joy.  It thrilled me and soothed me at once.  It awakened my senses, yet lulled them into slumber.
I felt my lips, heavy with the nepenthe of the Angel's voice, mutter blearily, "I trust you, my master."
"Then come to me, my angel," he commanded, gently, but with all the hidden force of the ocean's current.  "Come to me."  I felt the command of his voice thrum and stir in my blood.  I let myself sink into the luxurious timbre of his voice.  I forgot my will and my worries; my trepidation and my thoughts; my existence flowed solely into the Angel's deep, decadent voice.
My slippered feet began to move of their own accord, drawn ever-forward by the Angel's intoning command:

I am your Angel,
Come to me, Angel of Music.  
I am your Angel of Music,
Come to me, Angel of Music.

I could feel my heart racing and my pulse throbbing as I was led closer and closer to the Angel, but as his voice always affected me, though my body thrilled with other-worldly elation, my consciousness seemed to slumber more and more.  It was as though some mist obscured my mind, blurring and softening the edges of my surroundings until I doubted whether I was awake or dreaming.
My feet, now sentient and separate from my body, were drawing to the cold tile before my mirror.  I lifted my leaden eyelids languidly-- unaware that they had closed--and gazed at the polished glass.  Rather than my own face reflected, I saw the figure of a man, tall and broad, a white mask upon the right side of his face, wreathed in a jet-black cloak, beckoning me towards himself.  The Angel!  He was here!

My sluggish mind rustled with excited, but bleary, understanding.  He held his leather-gloved hand out towards me, inviting me to take it as his glacial eyes met mine, all the while chanting:

I am your Angel of Music,
Come to me, Angel of Music.  

I was seized and captured at once by those twin oceans of ice.  They were entrancing, unfathomable, enticing.  I lost any and all sense of self in the Angel's voice and eyes.  I simply let my consciousness depart and succumbed to the dream of the Angel's will.  My own was a triviality: unimportant and unneeded.  I was his wholly and completely his.
I could feel my thoughts melding with his as he led me through the mirror and down narrow, dank halls that wound and twisted downward, ever-downward.  My voice seemed to echo in the hallways of my mind and those surrounding my body as some subconscious part of me sang

In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came.  
That voice which calls to me,
And speaks my name.
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind.
'The Phantom of the Opera?  Who is that?' I wondered wearily.  My mind, sluggish and slow, fumbled to understand what my mouth had intoned.  'I only know the Angel.'

'It is me, my dear,' the Angel's voice reverberated within my thoughts.  Somehow, his voice seemed to belong there, as though it had always been destined to echo in the passages of my mind.
I felt his firm hand tighten gently upon my own as he led me on, the golden blonde of his hair shining like a halo in the light of the lantern he carried.  His azure eyes, strong and powerful, glanced across me hungrily, longingly.
Sing once again with me,
Our strange duet.
My power over you,
Grows stronger yet.
From where his voice came—within the passages of my mind or the damp catacombs where our bodies dwelt—I know not.  My body strained towards his voice, beckoning and calling me but…Madame Giry, would she worry for me, so would Monsieurs Firmin and Andre .  I felt my head revolve back to the moldy and midnight black passage we had traversed, somehow regaining a will above the warm and inviting notes of the Phantom's song.
However, as soon my erring head pulled away from his spell, the glossy smooth touch of leather caressed my chin.  With a touch as gentle as a breeze, but as unyielding as a mountain, my head was turned back to the visage of my teacher, the shadows of the lantern shattering and falling across his half-masked features.  He looked at me with gentle chastisement and continued to pull me under with the notes from his heaven-forged tongue:
And though you turn from me,
To glance behind,
The Phantom of the Opera is here,
Inside your mind.

I felt his gloved hands go to my waist.  For slightest second, they stuttered across my flesh, fluttering and quavering, before they grasped me firmly.  My feet left the ground for the briefest moment as I was lifted like a doll into a small, black punt upon a lake.  I could barely register my wonder before the Phantom climbed into the small boat and began to draw it along with long, smooth strokes of the pole.
He gazed at me once again with his icy eyes, hunger and delight burning like blue flame and I felt myself draw closer to him as he pulled us along the glassy lake, the ripples we made flowing away like little ghosts.  Words again rose unbidden to my throat and I sang,

Those who have seen your face,
Draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear

The Phantom's voice flowed over me once again, overlapping and twining with mine in a glorious pas de duex.  

It's me they hear.

Your spirit and my voice, (my spirit and your voice)
In one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is here,
Inside my mind. (Inside your mind.)

My mind felt the gentle presence of the Phantom as he twined my thoughts around him, firmly placing me in his gentle grasp.  I let him hold me in his thrall.  I was captured and subdued, but I had never felt more free and joyous.  

His voice—deep and rich—caressed my ears and mind at once, flowing over my will and erasing it.

In all your fantasies,
You always knew,
That man and mystery

I felt my voice beckoned forth by my adored puppeteer to join him once again.
Were both in you.  

And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind,
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside my mind.

Gentle leather caressed my hands and bade me to follow.  I rose following behind the face of my teacher, glorious and mysterious, as he led me to a candle-filled island.  He whispered to me, "Sing, my Angel."  I obeyed.
My voice seemed to fly heavenward, singing nothing and yet everything.  I had no control over it: it was leading me.  It rose higher and higher in otherworldly splendor with the repeated command of my teacher, "Sing."
I trembled and shook as my voice seemed to place my soul above and beyond me, yet I wept with joy with the beauty it resounded with.

My teacher, my master, held my hands in his own, enveloping them as he gazed into my obedient eyes.
"Sing for me!"
My voice soared away beyond my throat, and with it, took my soul, leaving me gasping as I stared into the depths of azure before me.
Sing for me!
Here is the next part of the Phantom of Hetalia series: Germany in "The Phantom of the Opera." I apologize for the prolonged wait between this one and the previous portions; I wanted to be sure this part was perfect. I also decided to put the actual lyrics of the song in this time. It's difficult to separate this particular song from the lyrics and to just write it.
Anyways, I hope that you are pleased with it.

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I do not own the preview image, (I borrowed it from the ever-wonderful :iconOrion-Pax-177:), The Phantom of the Opera, or Hetalia, but I do own the story.

Enjoy. :)

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James and Sirius were making their way upstairs to their dorm room after running from Filch. They were looking forward to a good nights sleep and Sirius reached to open the door when he heard you and Remus.

"Merlin Remus" 


"Ah right there!"


"Yeah there"

"Tell me if I go to hard"

"It feels really good"

"I know it's cause I'm doing it"

"Dont get cocky"

"Sorry love"

"Harder right there" 


"I don't care if their having sex I'm to tired and want to sleep!" Sirius hissed at James.

"Dude I don't wanna see my sister naked!" James replied lowly.

"I'll go in first then!" Sirius rolled his eyes before opening the door.

"No more sex! To tired go do it somewhere else! " Sirius said covering his eyes.

"We're not having sex you idiots" Remus replied. James and Sirius cautiously removed their hands from their eyes and saw you lying on your stomach while Remus  was straddling your hips giving you a massage.

"Could you make getting a massage anymore sexual?" James deadpanned.

"What?" You asked confused.

"'Harder right there'" Sirius said doing a bad impression of you.

"Fuck off" You glared.

"Nope now get off my sister before I maim you!" James warned.

"James go away" You said glaring at him.

"No! It's disturbing your half naked, he's on you running his hand all over you! Ah mental image!" James replied groaning slightly. 

"That's generally the idea of a massage dumbass" Remus replied. 

"I wouldn't mind getting a massage of (Y/n)" Sirius smirked suggestively before he was hit with the bottle of oil Remus was using.

"Ow!" He yelped falling off his bed onto the floor.

"My girlfriend get your own" Remus growled protectively.

"Geez I was kidding! Remind me never to piss you off" Sirius replied sitting up.

"Yeah I'm still right here" You waved slightly.

"Hey (Y/n) is this your bra?" Sirius asked holding it up smirking again.


"On it"

"OW! Not the face!"
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The whole story is in reader's pov

It can be hard being a werewolf, especially when you don't accept your wolf. It can become very painful because the wolf is trying to rip itself out of you. I should know, I have experienced this first-hand. It doesn't help that many people's views of werewolves is that we are monsters. But we're not, not all of us at least. I mean yeah, there are monsters. Wolves like Greyback, they have no excuse for their behaviour but other can't help it. They fear their wolves, don't accept them and in return the wolf becomes angry and in it's blind rage attacks anything it comes across. I know this because I have done this. But now I accept my wolf and we are both better off now that I have, that doesn't mean people accept me though.I just want to find someone who will accept me. It's hard being a student at Hogwarts in normal cercumstances nevermind trying to hide what and who you are.

Professor Dumbledore doesn't trust me on my own out in the forest anymore. He knows what I am and has allowed me to turn in the forest for my first six years at Hogwarts but now I can't. So now I am heading to the medical wing so Madam Pomfrey can take me to the Shrieking Shack. When I enter, I wasn't expecting anyone but Madam Pomfrey but there was someone else. A boy from my year with auburn hair and green eyes was standing next to the schools medi-witch. I head towards Poppy cautiously. "Come now Miss (Last/N). It's not like you to be nervous." Poppy says with a kind smile.
"Me? Nervous? Never." I reply flashing a grin in her direction, recieving an eye roll for my troubles. I turn toward the other occupant of the room. "Who's this?"
"This is Mr. Lupin. He will be accompaning you during the full moon tonight."
"WHAT!!!" was the incredulous shout from the boy revealed as Mr. Lupin. I ignore his shout and ask, "So he's a wolf too then?"
"Wait...too?" again Mr. Lupin goes momentarily ignored.
"Indeed." was Poppy's reply before she turned to Mr. Lupin. "Really Mr. Lupin, please close your mouth before you catch flies." She tries for admonishing but I could clearly hear the amusement in her tone. From the look on Mr. Lupin's face, it is clear he also heard it.

We were now at the shack, which was discusting by the way, and Madam Pomfrey had already left. There was still a few hours before the moon was officially out so I decided to get to knoe my fellow wolf. "So what's your name?"
"Remus. Remus Lupin but my friends call me Moony. You?"
"(Y/N) (Last/N). You're friends call you Moony?" I ask as I beckon him to sit near me on the brocken bed.
"Yeah, you know. Because of the moon and stuff." he finishes with a dismissive shrug.
"You mean your friends know?" He nods. "And accepts you?" again he nods. "Wow, you have great friends."
"They mean the world to me, they are pack. I'll introduce you to them, you'll like them."
"Sure." It was at that moment that the moon started to rise, both our heads snapped to the window and basked in it's glory...or I did anyway. I rose from the broken bed and stood in the centre of the moonlight, I allowed my wolf to have full control of my body, completely trusting that she will keep me safe and behave. The change happens quick after that, I barely feel it from the protection of my wolfs inner conscious. Screaming breaks through the peace I feel and the wolf snaps her head toward the sound. Remus is the source, he is screaming so loud that we both whimper.

My wolf heads over to Remus and try to offer comfort by rubbing against his side. It doesn't seem to be working and it worries us both deeply. After a long while of screaming it finally stops. In the place of what was once a screaming boy now stands a strong yet angry auburn wolf. My wolf heads over to the wolf and tries to calm him down, obviously the boy doesn't accept Moony. Moony growls low and deep the moment he spots me, not a natural alpha but the alpha of his little pack. In order to not anger the wolf more, we lower our underbelly to the ground and crawl our way over. The growling lowers in intensity but doesn't leave, once we reach the wolf we roll onto our back and roll our head to the side giving access and showing our vulnerable stomouch. The growling stops as the wolf lowers his head to smell our stomouch then up to our offered neck, after a thorough smell the wolf nuzzles our neck and allows us to stand. We are no longer a threat. It seams once a rejected wolf is calmed it reverts to basic instinct. Interesting. My wolf urges me that we should tire the wolf out with a game of tag, I agree to this and the game begins with a playful nip the the front paw of the auburn wolf. The chase is on.

It's been months since we first met, I've been trying to teach Remus to accept his wolf. We have reached the stage where Remus trusts Moony enough to take over the change. This has helped since Remus won't feel the pain of the change anymore. I've also made friends who accept me at last, I'm now officially a training. Not too good at pranks yet. But I now have a Marauder nickname and name for my wolf, Tala. It means Wolf in Native American. Not to creative but Tala loves it. I love all of my friends but I'm closest to Remus, especially lately. I've been feeling a pull toward him lately, Tala knows what it means but she won't tell me. Apparently it's up to Remus to tell me. Tonight is a full moon so me and Remus will be meeting again, sometimes the other Marauders join us but today they have detention. I meet with Remus in the Medical wing and together with Madam Pomfrey we head toward the Shack. The entire time there I can tell Remus is nervous, which is strange because ever since a few months ago he hasn't feared a change since it doesn't hrt anymore. I grow worried the more he looks nervous.

During the few hours before the change Remus is unusually quiet. He doesn't say a single word to me, just continues pacing back and forth in the centre of the room. I'm trying to build up enough courage to ask what's wrong but the look on Remus' face stops me everytime. Finally though, just before we start to change, Remus looks right at me and says "We're mates. We are detined for eachother and I love you." Before I could reply, our wolves take over and the change begins. It was quick and painless for both of us and when Tala looks on over at Moony it is to see him waiting patiently, staring at her. Tala walks on over to Moony and nuzzles his neck before licking his muzzle. Moony gives a happy yip before speading off into the forest, it happened so fast that even Tala was confused as to what was happening. Moments later, Moony returns with a dead forest animal in his jaws and drops it at her paws. Tala immediately recognises this as a courting gift, if she eats it she is accepting Moony as her mate, if she doesn't she is rejecting him. Tala talks it over with with me to make sure we both agree. After a very brief discussion, Tala eats the kill accepting the courtship.

The next morning I wake up and notice that Remus is up before me. He doesn't look his cheerful self, which is worrying to both me and Tala. We walk on over to Remus who is looking out the shack window. "You ok Remus?" The boy in question jumps at my voice and spins round.
"Oh. (Y/N) you scared the life out of me. I didn't know you were up. Are you well?"
"I am fine. I was just wondering the same about you. You seem awfully down."
"I'm fine." Even Tala could tell that Remus wasn't being truthful.
"Is fine werewolf for not fine at all?"
"What? No, why?"
"I'm trying to justify why you would lie to me." When I saw him flinch I realised I could have worded that better. "Sorry, I mean...ugh...I just want to know what's wrong. I don't like it when you're not yourself." He looks into my eyes and I look back seeing nothing but insecurity.
"Tala may have chosen Moony, but how on earth will you ever choose me." Remus finally admits sadly. If I was expecting anything it definitely wasn't that. Over the months that I have known Remus, I have never once seen him this self-depreciating. I don't like it, the look doesn't suit him. "I have and always will choose you Remus. You are the most wonderful man I have ever met. You are charming, loyal, brave, kind-hearted and so sweet you put your favourite chocolate to shame. Why would I ever make the mistake in not choosing you." By the end of my speech Remus looks utterly shocked.
"You really think all that of me?"
"Of course I do, I wouldn't lie about this."
"So. You accept me then?" he asks, starting to look hopeful.
"Of course I do. But if you bring me a dead animal whilst we are human, I will kill you." We laugh at this and I decided then and there that Remus should be laughing all the time as that is his best look and I will be the one to put it there.
"It's beautiful." Remus' comment snaps me out of my thoughts and I focus on him completely.
"What is?"
"This feeling. To find your mate and they accept you." I smile at this and get one in return.
"Yeah, it is."
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Remus Lupin x Reader

AN: Reader is Sirius’ twin sister, married to Remus and was placed in Ravenclaw.  This takes place in Order of the Phoenix.

It had started out as a normal day.  The non-Order members were trying to clean up the house in Grimrauld Place while the Order members were having a meeting…again.

The meeting seemed to be one of the more mild ones, so you simply looked the other way when you noticed an ear dangling on a string and you made a mental note to tell the Weasley twins to try and make their products a little more inconspicuous.

“Severus?” Remus questioned, “I was wondering if you have made any more Wolfsbane Potion?  I don’t have any left.”

“I do not live to cater to you, Lupin.” Severus sneered, “I haven’t exactly had the time to sit down and make a potion recently.”

“Can’t you be civil at all?” Sirius demanded.

“Can’t you stay out of conversations that don’t require your input?” Severus snapped back.

The bickering continued on and on until you had enough.  You whistled sharply, gaining everyone’s attention and a very annoyed look from your husband.

“I have an idea – if everyone can shut up for a moment.” Sirius and Severus shut up and you continued, “Sirius and I are animagi so we’re fine but what if Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny and Mr and Mrs Weasley were to spend the next couple of days at Hogwarts?  They’d be safe there and those extra days would give us a chance to recuperate.”

“Plus we could get our homework done.” Hermione’s voice spoke up from behind you.

“I really need to teach you how to sneak around.” Sirius muttered, slinging an arm over your shoulders but you understood what Hermione was doing.

Remus heard himself growl but he couldn’t help it.  It was so close to the full moon and Moony was so close to the surface and also very possessive of the things he considered his.  Moony wasn’t the best at sharing either.

“Besides, as Aurors, we’ll be able to pull in some overtime and Fudge tends to blab at work, so we could find something out there.” Tonks interjected with a smirk in your direction.

It took less than five minutes for the proposal to be accepted and the students of Hogwarts rushed to get packed.

Mrs Weasley came over to you and enveloped you in a hug, “Look out for them because God knows they won’t look out for themselves.”

You returned the hug, “Always, Mrs Weasley.”

You turned to see your brother whispering something that sounded suspiciously like directions to the Ravenclaw Girls Dormitories, to the Weasley twins.

“Personally I think they could do with a change of décor.” Sirius commented.

“And when were you in the Ravenclaw Girls Dormitories, Sirius?” You questioned.

“Fifth year.” He replied easily.

“Would you excuse me, Fred and George?  I have to go kill my brother.”

Sirius sped off and Severus raised an eyebrow, “Can I watch?”

“No, I don’t want to leave any witnesses.” You replied.

*Time skip*

You had the whole house to yourselves as Remus began his transformation.  Your fingers dug into your palms as you heard his howl.  Seconds later, a black dog stood beside you and looked up at you almost impatiently.

You rolled your eyes at the dog before you shifted into your animagus wolf form.  Padfoot had already gone and found Moony and was playfully nipping at Moony’s legs.

The instant Moony became aware of your presence; he growled at Padfoot and loped over to you, occasionally sniffing you.  If you didn’t know any better, you’d have said that Moony was making sure you were okay, like he didn’t trust Remus with you.  Evidently pleased, Moony tilted his head back and howled.

Your howl matched Moony’s.

Padfoot padded over to you and with an excited bark, jumped onto you, sending you both crashing to the ground.  You stood up and shook yourself off and were just about to return the favour when Moony stalked towards him, growling angrily with his ears flattened onto his head.

Before you knew it, the two canines were growling, snapping and snarling at each other.  Your jaws locked around Moony’s neck and pulled him away from Padfoot.  Moony turned on you with a snarl and you whined submissively, lowering your head.

Moony’s snarl faded to a warning growl as you remained still.  He brushed against you and gently bit your ear; letting you know that he wasn’t going to hurt you and that he understood that you were trying to protect Padfoot.  You yipped and took off, running around happily.

Sometime during the night, Moony decided to let Padfoot get close to you however there was still the warning growl if Padfoot got too close or tried to do something that Moony deemed stupid. Moony had turned his back momentarily when Padfoot decided it would be a good idea to pounce again.  You were lying on the ground, panting, when Padfoot prepared to jump.

In an instant, Moony had whirled around and was snarling at Padfoot again.  Padfoot took one look at Moony’s angry expression and fled with his tail between his legs.

Moony let out a victorious howl as he settled himself next to you, head over yours protectively and that was how the both of you fell asleep.

You woke the next morning with your husband next to you and a blanket over the top of the both of you.

“Morning.” Remus greeted; his voice husky with sleep.

You shivered a bit and pulled the blanket closer to you, “I’ve never seen Moony that possessive.  What was up with him last night?”

Remus didn’t answer straight away, instead opting to pull you closer and cover you both more with the blanket, “You’re mine.” Remus eventually replied, holding you close as you fell asleep again.

*Extended ending*

Sirius blearily made his way down to the kitchen while rubbing his arm where Moony had scratched him last night before you were able to pull Moony away.

Sirius was beyond thankful as he saw that the kettle was on the stove ready for him to prepare a cup of tea.

He made his way to where he had left you and Moony last night and saw you with your head on Remus’ chest, fast asleep.

As if Remus sensed his presence, he turned to face Sirius, careful not to disturb you and Sirius raised an eyebrow, “Not that I’m complaining but don’t married people sleep naked?”

“Oh for God’s sake Sirius.” Remus hissed, “She’s your sister.”

“That’s why I’m not complaining.” Sirius countered.

A very Moony like growl erupted from Remus’ throat, “Piss off Sirius.  (Name) won’t be able to hold me back like she did last night and I doubt she wants to lose another sibling.”

Sirius flinched at the reminder of Regulus.  “Why are you and Moony so protective all of a sudden?”

Remus looked down at you before looking back at Sirius, “(Name) is a female wolf and we are both males.”

Comprehension dawned on Sirius’ face, “Oh, Moony thought I’d be competition.  Last night…”

“Was a power display.” Remus finished, “Moony seems to think (Name) could go into heat soon.”

“Really?!” Sirius demanded, “Now?!”

“It’s not like she can control it!” Remus growled back, his eyes flashing amber.

Sirius held up his hands in surrender, “Okay, Okay.  I’m going.  Just let me know when you two want to make little cubs and I’ll be out of your hair.  Oh great, now I’m thinking about you and (Name) having sex.”  Sirius finished with a shudder.

“Piss off.” Remus repeated.

Sirius left as you woke up, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, just Sirius being an idiot, love.” Remus crooned, running a hand through your hair.  His arm wrapped around you, pulling you tighter into him.

“Oh, is that all?” You stretched.

A few minutes later and after some rather heated kisses between you and Remus, you had managed to remove yourself from Remus’ embrace and made your way to the kitchen, Remus’ eyes fixed on you as you walked away.

He leapt up and ran up the stairs, calling out Sirius’ name and hoping that Sirius would be able to pretend he was a “loveable stray” for two days because Remus wanted you all to himself.
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John Watson x Reader One Shot/Lemon

I don't feel as if Watson gets enough love. Personally, he is my fav. I planned on making my first entry a really graphic/sexy one. Please tell me what you think! I've always been meaning to write and it's finally happening! Sooooooo excited!

"That there, that's not me...
I'm not here... this isn't happening
In a little while, I'll be gone..."

That song had always reminded you of a bitter part of your past. One of violence and abuse. Being kidnapped and tortured had not only taken a toll on your psyche but on the way you viewed yourself as a human being. You were able to talk them into letting you go, you had always been an intelligent and favorable mind but even still you blamed yourself. Feelings of hurt, sadness, anger, and weakness began to take hold of you. These feelings had always been something you tried to put in the deepest corners of your mind and forget, but it wasn't always as easy as you made it seem. You were falling apart, you were crumbling slowly.

As you walked down the soggy, dark and droopy streets of London, he knew. He saw something in you that others could never see.  A man at a shop you were in made you feel uncomfortable, and you couldn't take any chances. You remember how you were rushing to get home that day. The day when you had finally mustered up enough courage to go out alone. That day was fate. Meeting him was destiny. John Watson saved you as he offered you cover under his umbrella when waiting for the cab.  

From the day he saw you, he knew. He loved every bruise and cut on your skin. He caressed every single one of your curves as if they were carved by Michelangelo himself. He loved your dark, short hair and he loved the way that your left eye darkened when he stared into them. He loved the way your eyes would glitter like stars every time he smiled, and he loved that you were his. He made you feel like you were the only one that mattered.

John had been on a trip for a week and he seemed very distant recently, very somber. Of course, you two had been apart longer periods of time but this week was different. Something had changed. He didn't sound like himself when you talked on the phone. You figured that it must be because he had been working on cases very diligently lately, and he hadn't been getting very much sleep. John has always been the type of man that was much too dedicated to his work to give himself some time to unwind, and you began to notice that it was taking a toll on him. You were going to fix that in the most unexpected way possible.

You were busy in the kitchen, knowing that John would come home hungry and exhausted from his week away from home. You always knew how to please him, and he appreciated it dearly. He always showed you how glad he was to have you in his life, and this evening wouldn't be any different.

John's POV
J.W: "I've been missing her so bad these past couple of days"

S.H: "We're going home in a couple of hours, I'm positive you can wait"

J.W: "I can wait a couple of hours, It's just. I-I.."

S.H: "What is it?"

J.W: "I've never felt like this about anyone before. She makes me feel so amazing. I don't know how I've been able to be apart from her for a whole week. Ever since the day I met her, I knew that she was meant for me. She's been through so much yet she trusts me. She lets me love her and I know that's probably the hardest thing she's even had to do, but she can. I-I-I want to marry her."

S.H: "It hurts to know that you think I don't love you Watson, it really does. I suppose I could allow the marriage. She is probably the second best thing to ever happen to you, meeting me being the first obviously."

J.W: "Why must you make everything a joke? I'm telling you my most intimate feelings, Sherlock. I'm not sure how she'll respond if I propose. I don't even know if she wants to get married. We've never really talked about it. If she says no, I'll be ruined."

S.H: "It's quite obvious that she loves you, Watson. I've seen the way her eyes dilate when she looks at you, the way she licks her lips when you come near, the way she tries to show you that she's still in love with you after all these years. If she wasn't serious about you she would have reason to be with you for this long. Don't kid yourself, she's the one."

J.W: "I know she is. I just wanted to hear it from someone else's mouth, I suppose."
I approach the door and I can hear loud music and I smell something delicious. Her cooking, another thing I've missed this week I've been away. Sherlock was right, she's the one.

"Stobe lights and blown speakers....
Fireworks and hurricaines...."

I remember this song. I scan the room quickly and I see her behind the kitchen counter. She must have not heard me come in because of how loud her music is. I walk up to her slowly, she's singing. Her voice, mellow and sweet. I walk behind her and wrap my arms around her neck and I whisper, "I'm home" in her ear. She holds my arms with her warm, tender hands and smiles. "I've missed you", she says, turning to face me. Her piercing, brown eyes turning a dark brown as she looks at me. I've missed those eyes. She hugs me and at the same time, reaches over to the radio to turn the music down. We hold each other for what seems to be an eternity. She looks up at me, grabs my face slowly and carefully and kisses my lips. I kiss her back, with less care than she did. I feverishly and passionately beg her to let my tongue in her mouth. She fought my tongue for a minute, but finally let me kiss her the way I wanted. A soft moan escaped her lips as I deepened our kiss. I was dying to rip her clothes off and show her how much I missed her, but I knew she wasn't going to give it up that easy. She was a tease. She made me work for it. She broke the kiss, and panting started to suck my neck. She was taking off my coat and unbuttoning my shirt at the same time. She threw my clothes on the kitchen floor. She bit my neck as she grabbed a bunch of my hair in her hand. Her other hand slowly grazed the bulge in my pants. I quickly grabbed her hand and held it above her head. "Two can play at that game", I said. She shook my arm off her hand and quickly turned off the stove, laughing. "I almost burned our special dinner, hahaha", she said. "Frankly, the last thing I was thinking about was eating", I said. She grabbed my wrist, dragged me to the living room and threw me on the couch. She was always rough, but I could tell that today she was frustrated with want and lust. She kneeled on the soft carpet and kissed my chest. She continued to suck and bite my chest until she was in between my legs. She tugged at my belt, and I pulled her up onto my lap. I took off her dress and revealed that she was wearing no bra and no panties. My jaw dropped and I admired her beauty, unparalleled and majestic. She didn't let me touch her until I took off my pants and boxers. I sat back down on the couch and she assumed her kneeling position in between my legs. She kissed my belly button and licked my thighs as my erection grew more and more uncomfortable. I was dying for her to touch my cock. I was so desperate, and she knew it. She knew how to make me explode and I loved it. Finally, she placed her soft, wet lips around my cock and sucked. She made a fist around my member and fucked me with her hand. I could see her touching herself at the same time, and that made me so horny. I took my cock out of her hand and laid her on the floor. I kissed her neck and she let out the sexiest moans I've ever heard. I took her breasts in my hands. I sucked her nipple and she dug her nails into my back. She wrapped her legs around me. I could feel her wet folds on my chest. I parted her legs and licked her clitoris. She shook and goose bumps formed all over her warm, pink skin. She held my head and begged me not to stop. I licked and sucked her warm, wet folds until she pulled my head up and flipped me over. She was now on top. Sweat was beading off her brow and her cheeks were flushed. She was so perfect. She placed herself on top of my cock and slid it into her wanting sex. I bucked my hips and she moaned. She screamed my name so loudly, I was certain that the neighbors would hear. She rode me like her life depended on it. She pumped my cock slow at first, taking me out completely, and then letting me glide in until all of me was in her, and then I picked up the pace. I was so close to coming. I was moaning and begging her not to stop. She pulled me out and laid on the couch. Like a dog, I followed. I wanted to explode in her, and I was so close. I slid into her silken folds and fucked her. It felt nice to be in control. I was pumping so fast, our bodies crashing together made that erotic clapping sound that I loved. "John, I'm so close", she screamed. "Don't stop John, don't stop", she moaned. Her perfect body collapsed under me and she let out a sigh that took all the breath our of her lungs. I was still going and shortly after I came into her. I laid on top of her chest, my cock still in her vagina. Her breaths were shallow and quick. "That was the best sex I've ever had", she said. "Maybe you should go on more trips with Sherlock, huh", she said with a laugh. "That was insane", I told her. My head buried in her breasts. I looked up and she was staring right at me. "Your naked body on mine is the most blissful feeling on earth", she whispered. "Marry me", I whispered back. I pulled my cock out of her and laid beside her. "I can't imagine going another day without you by my side", I told her. "Yes" she said. "A million times yes", she whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek.

                                       THE END        
Song quoted is "How to Disappear Completely" by Radiohead
John Watson doesn't belong to me (sadly) (in my dreams he does), and you belong to yourself.
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"Let's see, the lesson plan says here that..." You mumbled to yourself, holding a binder, completely unaware of the eyes watching you.

Armin's eyes traced your figure as you moved gracefully around the classroom. Your hand was held to your chin in thought, back slightly arched as you shifted your weight to one foot. Armin couldn't help himself from letting his baby blue eyes wander your form. He couldn't help it! The new uniforms had just arrived, and you happened to look amazing in the plaid skirt and blazer that hugged your figure. 

You, on the other hand, were completely unaware of the thoughts that were roaming through his head. 

"I wonder if Ms.Zoe would care to clarify on this..." you mumbled, gazing at the lesson plan in confusion. 

"I wonder how (Name) manages to look that cute in a uniform..." Armin thought to himself, leaning his chin on his fist. He let his thoughts wander aimlessly, without a destination. His eyes happened to be locked on the tiny bit of flesh exposed at your collarbone that the shirt underneath the blazer revealed. If only it dipped a little lower...

The blonde suddenly came to, his thoughts abruptly interrupted. How could he think such things? A blush rose to his face when he realized just what he had begun to think about you. He sat rigidly for a moment, his embarrassment beginning to get the better of him.

Unfortunately, you had noticed. 

You raised an eyebrow quizzically at your blonde friend, who had a very odd look on his face, and was suddenly blushing like mad. 

"Armin?" you asked. "You okay over there?"

Armin silently thanked God that it was only you and himself in the classroom. He didn't know what he would do if Jean or Eren happened to be sitting beside him.

He nodded quickly, trying to chase away the inappropriate thoughts that still lingered in his mind. You gave him a concerned glance and turned away, the movement causing your skirt to flutter. If only it could flutter a little higher...

Armin wanted to smack himself. (Name) was a perfectly respectable girl! There was no reason for him to be having these type of thoughts about her! It was totally uncalled for!!

And yet...

"Armin, can you held me put this map up?" You asked sweetly, flashing him a friendly smile. Armin felt his muscles stiffen slight at your innocent expression. But he gave an invisible exhale and nodded, standing. 

You held up one side of the poster, stretching to reach the top of the board where the fastener lay, just out of reach. You stood on your toes, stretching your back in an effort to reach it. This only resulted in your skirt riding up ever so slightly. 

Armin nearly lost control of himself then. He had to cover his nose, for he thought he could feel a drip of blood beginning to pour from his nostril. You didn't notice, too focused on the poster.

Armin had to keep his hands from trembling when he held up the poster. You were only slightly taller than him, so he had the same problem as you-minus the skirt.

"Let me get a chair." He told you. Argh! Why was his voice shaking?!

You blinked at him in surprise, your (e/c) irises going a fraction wider than usual. Armin felt his shoulders stiffen.

"Okay" You smiled at him. He paused for a moment, admiring that beautiful, charming smile. He wanted that smile all to himself....

"Stop that" he chided himself, instead turning swiftly and taking a chair from one of the desks and placing it next to you. He offered his hand to you, like the gentleman he was pretending to be.

You shot him a sweet smile and took his hand, hopping up onto the chair with ease. 

However, a problem soon presented itself. 

From Armin's vantage point, he could look up and see everything to London and France. 

You didn't notice, focused instead on the poster. 

Armin was desperately trying to find something, anything to focus his eyes on so that we wouldn't have to look up. But nothing seemed to present itself, and he felt his eyes beginning to wander back...


Armin's eyes opened wide enough to mimic the size of dinner plates. His throat felt raw. 

"I-I'm sorry?"

You looked down at him curiously, as if you had said nothing wrong at all. "Oh, Virginia, I said. Its a state, remember?" You giggled.

"A-ah, right..." he choked out, his blush increasing. 

"There! Done!" You declared, proudly looking at your handiwork. The man was a little lopsided, but it would do. You turned on the chair towards Armin, hand on your hips. "Looks nice, right? Now I just need to-wuuuaaahaaa!"

You set your foot off the chair, only to realize it dangled in empty air. You lost your balance, tumbling to the ground. Armin reached for you, only to find your hand just out of grasp. You fell to the floor, landing on your butt.

Armin had closed his eyes as you fell, but now he peeled one eyelid open to survey the damage. The sight he was greeted with though...

You had landed with your legs spread slightly, thankfully your skirt covered everything that needed to be covered. You were propped up on one arm, the other raised to your head. A blush was apparent on your face, and you had your eyes closed in a wince that was ever so...adorable.

Armin could hear the sound of him losing all self control.

He fell to his knees, strategically placing his hand to either side of your hips and leaning forward.

You opened your eyes, your beautiful irises going wide when you saw how close Armin was to you. 

"A-Armin...?" you spoke shakily, noticing the wry smile that had crawled onto his lips. 

"Yes~" Armin purred, his eyes half lidded. 

"What are you doing?"

Normally, the question would have snapped Armin to his senses. But now, he had been teased and taunted by you all afternoon. He couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'm going to kiss you, (Name)." he replied simply.

"Wh-wha..-" You were cut off as Armin closed the distance between you and him, pressing his lips to yours firmly, yet gently. 

Your eyes widened when his lips met yours, but after a moment, you decided it wasn't such a strange feeling, and relaxed into the kiss. 

It lasted for what seemed like forever. Finally, Armin pulled away, his face red, eyes half lidded. 

You gazed at him for a moment, then felt yourself smile mischievously. 

"Say, Armin, should we continue this, say, after school?"

Armin nodded quickly, his smile also tugging at his lips. 

The door to the classroom swung open, revealing Bertholdt.

"Hey guys, are you done-" He stopped when he saw the position you two were in, a blush covering his flustered face. 

"Oops, sorry. I'll fun!" The door slammed shut with a bang. 

You both stared at the door, feeling warmth rise to your faces. Armin turned back to you.

"Shall we...?"
Request for :iconasdfghjkxxm:
Hahahaha, doing these requests in order, why of course!!

I loved writing this.This was probably my favorite request. I loved it so much. <3

Should i put a warning on this? It isn't that dirty, I swear!
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Vampires. A breed of beings whose existence has been made up into something scary, dangerous, and seductive. This, however, is not the case… They are more loyal and only stick to one person for their entire afterlives. This is the story of one vampire whose loneliness almost brought on his end before a simple ray of sunshine changed his whole world.

Ivan’s P.O.V.

Loneliness. That’s all I felt as I stared out at the trees all around me. All I ever wanted was someone who would be with me, someone who wouldn’t run away from him. Tears filled my eyes as I thought of all the women who I’ve ever been around.


The woman screamed, taking steps back while she stared up at him in fright.

“G-get away from me! Help! Somebody! Anybody! Help me!” she yelled, and ran as fast as she could from the tall man.

“But… I only wanted a friend…” the man’s gentle lilac eyes filled with sadness as he watched the woman run away.

“Friend? Why would I ever want to be friends with someone like you?” the woman said, her face twisted in a face of disgust. The man’s face fell, his hair covering his eyes.

“I… I just thought…” he started, before she cut him off with a laugh. He looked up at her, to see hate filled eyes and an amused smile on her lips as she laughed.

“You thought what? That I would be your friend? There is no way that I would ever be friends with a monster like you.” she said, as she turned around, still laughing at him. Tear drops hit the ground as the man squeezed his eyes shut tightly.

‘I’m not a monster… Am I?’ he thought, as he fell to his knees and just stayed there for the rest of the day.

{End Flashbacks}

Tears filled my eyes at the memories. Looking around, I noticed nobody was around. ‘Of course nobody’s around… I am a hideous monster after all…’ I thought to myself, as tears started falling from my eyes down my face. I hid my face in my knees as I sat in the middle of the field. I was crying too much that I didn’t notice someone had invaded the privacy that I had longed to have so nobody would see me.


Reader’s P.O.V.

I was just taking a walk on the forest path, when I heard someone crying. ‘Is someone crying?’ I thought, as I walked off the path and ended up on the edge of a clearing. I saw something, or someone, crouched down into a ball in the middle of it. I was about to just turn around, not wanting to disturb them, when my conscious got the best of me. ‘What if something is seriously wrong? Poor guy…’ I thought, as I walked into the clearing. When I got to the ‘ball’ in the middle of the clearing, I saw that it was indeed a person. I was about to put my hand on their shoulder, but I paused an inch away from him. ‘Should I really be getting involved in this? What if he wants to just be by himself and doesn’t want anybody to see him cry?’ thoughts like this ran through my head, but before I could think anymore, I put my hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay, sir?” I asked.

Ivan’s P.O.V.

“Are you okay, sir?” I tensed up, flinching and shot my head up at the sound of a soft voice. A girl with shining (h/l)(h/c), (e/c) eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sunlight, and (s/c) skin that glowed in the sun, but the one thing that made me freeze for a second was the intoxicating scent that seemed  to be coming from her blood.

She’s beautiful…’ I thought, as I gave her a small smile. I got up, and held out my hand. “I’m Ivan. Ivan Braginski. What is your name, da?” I asked her. She blinked, but smiled up at me.

“_______ ________.” She said.

_____... Such a beautiful name…’ I thought. “Are you from one of the nearby villages? I’ve never heard of you before.” I asked, tilting my head in curiosity. She giggled.

“No… Actually, I’m new around here, and I’m looking for a place to stay at the moment.” She said, smiling at me shyly. My face brightened up at what she told me.

“You’re welcome to stay with me, da!” I smiled at her, silently hoping she would say yes. Her eyes widened, and she looked down at the ground, with something pink appearing on her face.

“Oh… No, I wouldn’t want to impose on you. I can find a place to stay… Don’t worry about it.” She said, smiling up at me at the end. That made me frown a little.

“You wouldn’t be, though. I’m offering, da? Actually, it would make me sad if you didn’t come and stay with me.” I said, as she looked away from me. I just watched her, as her face scrunched up in a cute little thinking face, making my face heat up. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the feeling, but it just came back stronger. I waited a little longer, before I just scooped her up into my arms and started walking home.


Reader’s P.O.V.

I was thinking about his offer.

He is kind of cute… But, I wouldn’t want to be a burden on him… Even if he did offer to let me sta-’ I was brought out of my thoughts by the feeling of my feet leaving the ground, and moving forward. I looked up to see that I was in Ivan’s arms, and he was walking in the direction that must be his home. I giggled, causing him to look down at me with a soft smile. I hugged him, putting my head under his chin.

“Ivan, you are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. I can’t thank you enough for this.” I said, making him laugh softly.

“It’s no problem, sunflower.”


ok... so, i'm finally getting to requests, and in the spirit of the upcoming Halloween coming up, i thought i would put out the vampire story first. so, here it is, Vampire! Russia x Reader! enjoy everybody!

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Ivan Braginski, Toris Laurinaitis, Raivis Galante, Eduard von Bock (c) :iconhimaruyaplz:
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One day,you were walking home from school.Just a normal day.Then you saw a bush shake,you ignored it thinking it was just the wind.So you kept on walking.After that,you saw a tail come out of the bush.You went to see what it was, separating the bush,you saw a gray cat.It had this creepy/weird aura. "You..."Was all you said as you just starred at the cat.
He starred back,looking deep into your soul.
"...Okay then..."You said,getting up to leave.The cat brushed against your foot.
"Neeeeh..."You say as he rubbed against your foot more. "Mew" The cat said.
You walked away,without tripping over him.
~Le epicly awesome time skip~
When you reached your house,you had a strange feeling....that same feeling you encountered with that cat....
"Noooooo...."You say,turning around.It was that cat.That.Cat. "If I feed you would you go away?" He just stared into your soul again. "...I'll take that as a yes...."
You gave the cat some food,it was ham.That's all you had that he could eat.
"K,you ate,now shoo." You tried to shoo him away,but he stayed. "Go away,your so creepy!"
He just starred at you again."Mew?"
You facepalmed.You asked your mom to keep him,since he wouldn't leave.But she said on only one condition.That you had to do and buy everything that he needs.You thought it wasn't that bad,so you agreed to that condition.
You were doing your homework,when the cat jumped on your homework."mew....~"
You had to admit it was cute."Get off,please?"He got off and slept next to you. [you were on your bed >n>]
He looked so cute~You pet him while you did your homework.
After you were done with your homework you started to get tired,so you went to change into your pajamas.
While you were changing,your cat walked in and watched you change.When you finally finished,you noticed he was there."Watch me change?Perv cat~"You giggled and carried him to bed."Mew?" You smiled and pet him."You aren't that creepy anymore."You smiled softly.
It was the middle of night and the door was unlocked,you forgot to lock it.
"Hurry up damn it!"A voice said quietly.Your cat heard the voice and got up.It didn't go unnoticed by you,since he was big."Hmm...?Whats wrong...?"You looked at your cat who was starring at the hall way.
You looked at the hallway too."What?"Then you saw a figure come to your door."Hurry up and help me take this stuff!"You heard a dark voice say."E-Eh?!"You say,scooting to the top of the bed.
"Shit...Someone is still awake!"Said a more feminine voice then the first.They pointed a gun to you,and you squeaked.Your cat could tell you were scared,so he attacked them.He actually managed to hurt them without being hurt.The two ran off,leaving you there starring at your cat."Your weird...But I love you for that."You smiled and hugged your cat,he purred when you did.

For::iconsouthitalyromano: I said I would try >3< Now,enjoy the crappiness that is this~!
I found the pic on google >3<
Russia(c)whoever made him XD
You(c) :iconchibirussiaplz:
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You were suddenly awakened by your door being crashed open. A tall German solder walked through and quickly shot you in the shoulder and leg as you got up to worn Russia of the sudden attack. You were a few countries from Russia but the Germans decided to stop here first since you were the country of [country name] and was still on Russia's side of the war.

"Ah, ah, ah, miene  lieb. vere do you think you are headed?" The man said in a thick German accent, he came over to you and kicked you down and loomed over you. " You tell us where that Russia is, correct?" he sneared.

"Fuck you..." you growled back, turning over on your back to face him. He had Blue eyes and tasseled blonde hair, He would of been attractive if it werent for the situation.

"Oh schön~" he drawled pointing his hand gun in your face, Just about when he was going to pull the trigger something hit him in the head, making a loud cracking of bones sound, you winced as soon as he fell to the ground.

"Are you alright, moya lyubimaya?" a Russian accent said right before you fainted.

-------time skip by the awesome prussia-----

All you remembered before you fainted was a voice and then pain. You opened your eyes wide, and shot out of bed only to feel a searing pain in your leg, as well as your shoulder a moment later.

"FUCK!" you screamed. falling to the floor. and slightly curling there.

It felt as if forever had passed before s nurse- or what you thought was a nurse- came in. they picked you up and lightly placed you back into bed.

"[name]..?" someone squeeked and you turned to look at who it was. It was a small boy with dirty blonde hair and scared looking eye's

"Latvia..?" You managed to say.

"Miss?" he replied.

"Why are you always so scared here? does- does someone hurt-"

"No ma'am... Of course not.." he blushed and placed his hand on your forehead. feeling you for a temperature. " you feel fine for now.. Call me if anything is needed..." and with that he left. You noticed that he had a small bruise on his neck, you'd have to have a talk with him and russia about that. You didnt want anyone hurting the little doll..

another 10 minutes passed until russia himself came by.

"[Name]..? How are you feeling?" he said, avoiding looking into your eyes.

"I am fine.. The Germans!" You suddenly raised your voice, causing him to look down at his feet. "what happened to them..? Is everything alright..?!"

"Da da.. Everything is fine. rest.." he looked you in the finally. only to tear up, His childish side showing, Him seeing you in a bed like this was hurtful. any child would tear up.

You motioned him to come give you a hug, he hesitantly did. Giving him the best squeeze you could manage, and pulled back a second later.

"See" you smiled, "everything is okay" he looked as if he could burst now. Of happieness or of sadness you could not tell.

"[NAME]...." he whispered, "Become one with russia.. I will be able to protect you. and prevent this from happening again..." he looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

"Russia.. I-"  Before you could finish he smashed his lips to yours, licking your lower lip, asking for entrance that you gladly gave.

you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting you two, "da... I will...." he smiled and pulled you into a crushing hug.

"R-russia.." the wound started to throb once more.

"Oh da... sorry..." he said smiling sheepishly.

from then on, you were safe, russia was happy, and noone ever got hurt again~

I feel that i am on a role. I am liking writing c:

story- me
russia- hetalia
you- you
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--A few months before you went to the castle.--

"Ivan," you say timidly.

"Da?" he said.

"Can I stay with you forever?" you ask as a blush covers your face. You wring your hands and look down at your feet. Ivan has been the greatest thing that has happened you; you can never imagine living anywhere else but with him.

Ivan smiled and pulled you in close to his broad chest. "Of course my sunflower, you are my everything________." You hug Ivan back knowing nothing bad could happen if you just stay in his arms.

"I think I should sell the shop…" Ivan says catching you by surprise.

"Why?! You love this shop so much. Why would you sell it?" You say in a panic.

"Because I love you more than this shop, that's why. I'll use the money to buy a house for us in the country. Away from everyone, away from the king. He won't bother us anymore that way." The last part he said in scorn. The king that has been ruling the land has brought nothing but despair and poverty to the kingdom. Ivan hated the king for all the trouble he brought to this land; he could never forgive him for horrible things he had done.

"You'd do that Ivan?" you say. He nods.

"I love you." He says, pulling you in closer.

"I love you too." You hug him back.

You hear a knock at the door of the shop. You go to open it but hesitate at the bad feeling you have building up inside you. Ivan steps in front of you and opens the door himself in a forceful manner. Standing in the doorway was Alfred, the king. He was doing his personal tax collection, the ones that came around all too often.

You watched as Ivan tensed up, he clenched his fists as Alfred forced his in the door. "What do you need your majesty," Ivan said with a bitter tone.
Alfred smirked a cocky smirk "Taxes of course," his focus turned to you," Ah who's this? Very beautiful." He walks closer to you, but Ivan steps in front of you, glaring at the king.

"I don't have your money. You're too early this month." Ivan said with scorn as he looked away from Alfred. He looked at you with a sad look, knowing that his dream was seeming more and more farfetched.

"That just mean I'll just have to start taking some things, like that pretty lady next to you."Alfred said with a devilish smile, motioning for his goons to step inside.

"NO, you cannot have _______!" Ivan reached for his pipe behind the counter. He begun to swing it freely and crazy at the goons.

"STOP!!" you shout at the top of your lungs. Everyone turns and looks at you in shock. "I will go with you , your majesty, if and only if you leave Ivan alone and is free from your strenuous taxes." You look straight into Ivan's eyes and nod telling him it's going to be alright.

"______, you can't. Not for me. It's not worth it!" Ivan said, his voice faltering.

You walk to Ivan and place your hands on his face, making him relax. "It will be ok. I promise. I love you so much." You place a kiss on his lips, and then walk outside the door without looking back.

--Time skip to the present.--

It has been almost half a year since you left Ivan. From your window, you have seen him work harder than he has ever had before. Many more customers have visited his shop and his sales have gotten better.

As you look out your window, you watch Ivan pack up the shop for the night. He turns to lock the door, but notices your window. He smiles and waves really big to you, his guardian angel that always watches over him. This lightens your heart.

You may not be together now, but you both know in time you will. And maybe then that first kiss won't feel so feel so forever ago.

To be continued…..
Yosh!!!!!! I finally did it! I made the second chapter!

I'm sorry that it took me so long to make this. I've been going through a rough patch in my life with some stuff, so I put all the blame on that (and my procratination and lack of inspiration. ;) )

I hope everyone likes a good cliff hanger. Thanks so much for the support of those who have read it so far. A special shout out to xsasusakuxsasusaku for being my first and only commenter on this piece. Thank you soo much!! ^_^

Bye for now. ^_^

the picture, character, and you are not mine.
the story is mine.
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"_______, ________. The kid is doing the thing." America hissed. You sighed as you glanced behind you, the small child just giving him a smile.

"Just shut up, and ignore it." You whispered to him, you went back to washing the dishes, Alfred to the left of you drying them. "He just doesn't know how to smile all that well." You huffed as Alfred was still freaking out. "What thing does he even do?" You paused to look at him.

"He just gives me this: Imma cut a bitch stare." He hissed at you, you looked into his blue eyes which were filled with fear. You tried to hold back your laughter.

"What is he gunna do? Punch you in the knee?" You let a little giggle escape your lips as your hands ran through your (h/c) locks. "Come on, Alfred, you at least could run while you see him charging at you, IF he even does." You slashed him with some water as you muttered: "come one Al". He gasped as the warm water splashed in his torso.

"Crap it's in my pANTS!" He yelled as he began to awkwardly jump/jingle his legs. "Gah!" He started to unbutton his pants as you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"KOLKOLKOL." You both suddenly stopped, staring at the child in front of the both of you. Ivan was staring at America as if he was going to rip his leg off. He started to walk up to you both, taking slow steps as he stopped between you and America, he then tugged the end of your dress. "________." He softly smiled. "Sunflower?" He asked cutely. You felt your self blush from the cuteness.

"You want me to get your sunflower?" You asked. Ivan was a child of few words, but still, pretty darn cute. He nodded enthusiastically was you walked out of the room.

"No. No, _______ don't leave me...!" Alfred called after you. He wanted to run to you but right when he took a step, the demon child stepped infront of him. "Oh, hey little dude." America said nervously.

"Get out."  He said quietly. Alfred almost shit his pants as the small child pulled a pipe from under his coat, a coat that now looked suspicious sense it was really hot out side...





"Alfred?" You questioned from your room you and Ivan shared. You walked to the living room to find the door open, you walked just out the door, looking at the crazy American running off into the sunset. "But.... But he lives 10 miles from here..." You whispered.

"Princess!" You heard Ivan call. You turned to look at him, he was smiling happily. You bent down as he ran up and gave you a hug. "Love!" He shouted. You smiled and hugged him back, picking him up and gave a little twirl.

"Ivan! You're just so cute!" You walked into the house and locked the door behind you. "I swear Ivan, that Alfred is a weirdo." He giggled as you put him, down his fluffy coat almost suffocating you. "Come now, let's get you to bed!" You walked to your bed room as Ivan happily followed.

You tucked him into bed, giving him a baggy t-shirt to wear while you washed his clothes. You sighed as you gave him a good night kiss on his forehead. He hummed happily. You got up and began to walk quietly out the door.

You laid down on the couch, channel surfing until you found a descent program. Your (e/c) eyes growing tired as you did so. 'Such a long day today... Crap, I still have to go shopping for food tomorrow... that means I have to bring Ivan, I guess I should go to the store Toris works at. I still can't get over the fact that Ivan looks so, familiar..." You began to doze off. You kept your eyes closed, not wanting to move, too comfortable, your mind stated. You decided you should just sleep on your bed or get a blanket. Your eyes widened as you gave a small yelp and jumped back.

You clenched your beating heart as you huffed quietly. "I-ivan, y-you scared me..." You whispered, your (h/c) hair messed up. He was there, by your feet. He was so short that you only saw above his nose, his purple orbs staring at you, with such a weird emotion swirling in them.

"Bed?" He whispered quietly. You turned off the tv as you smiled gently.

"Y-yeah, be there in a sec." You got up and ruffled his snow locks. You grabbed your pajamas from the clean pile of clothes and got dressed in the bathroom, you made your way to the bed where Ivan was waiting for you. "Tomorrow, we can go to the store." He mummbled a small "yay" as you both fell into sleep.




You felt his cold hands entwine with your warm (s/c) ones. His smile burning into you. "......" You felt words leave your lips but you could not hear what. His fingers traced patterns on your cheeks.

He pulled away from you and brought Ivan, who was smiling happily. He put the child in your lap as he began to whisper to you again, but only you could not hear them. You stretched your hand forward as your voice ran in your head

"Don't leave us...!

Ivan then tugged your clothing. Your gaze now focus on him. He uttered a simple word:


"Wha...uh?" You rose from your slumber and scratched your head quizingly. "What a crazing dream I had there." You mummbled as you turned you your side, Ivan still sleeping peacefully. You shrugged it off as you got up. "Might as well get ready." You sighed.

You walked hand-in-hand with Ivan who was skipping along with you. You smiled happily your basket of food on the other side of you. "Say, Ivan, let's bake a cake today, yeah?" You asked.

"Yay! Sunflowers too?" He asked excited. You giggled.

"Yes, now come on." You walked up to the cash register to see that it was Toris who was scanning your items. "Toris!" You called. "I haven't seen you in forever!" You awkwardly hugged over the register.

"_____!" It's so nice to see you!" He smiled kindly. "If you want, you could wait here just 10 more minutes, my break is soon."

"Yeah, we should catch up!" You jumped in excitement.

You both sat down at a table in the shoping center, Ivan sitting closer to you. "What a cute kid, is he yours'?" He asked as he gave Ivan a polite smile.

"What? No!" You waved. "I just found him outside my door." Your glanced down at Ivan who was inspecting a sunflower you had bought for him. "Cutie though, I can't help feeling he looks familiar though...." You wondered. His green eyes widened as he suddenly got up, his chair falling on the floor.

"THAT'S HOW I FEEL TOO!" He shouted loudly. You stared back at him, blinking once at his sudden out burst. He looked around to see people staring at him, blushing, he sat back dowm quietly. "S-sorry. I guess I have just been on edge." He mumbled.

"I can tell." You laughed. "Why?" He took a deep sigh.

"Mister Russia has gone missing, we are trying to look for him, some people more that others." He looked around. "For some reason Natasha keeps trying to find him, she's been bossing us around like monkeys!" He whispered. "And she keeps carrying a shot gun too! I think when she finds out where he is, she's gunna shot up the place or something!" He threw his hands in the air dramatically.

"That would be something she would do..." You mummbled. "She's one crazy chick." The thought of Belarus with a gun sends you shivers, her glare alone can make you shit your pants.

"W-well, I guess I should be going now..." He got up, "take care ok, ______?" He said. You nodded as you waved to him.

Not even 5 minutes later the ever so lovely Belarus shows up, and yes, with the gun as well.

"H-Hey! You can't come in here with that!" You heard the security guard call.

"OUT OF MY WAY!" She screeches. You looked around to see which direction she would be coming by. Your attention was suddenly turned to Ivan as he clutched your hand, shaking slightly. "BIG BROTHER? BIG BROTHER! WHERE ARE YOU?" She called, her voice bouncing off the walls. He flinched at every word.

"I-ivan?" You whispered. 'No, no, this....THIS IS RUSSIA?' Your mind began to race  thousand miles a minute. HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE IT!?? You literally slapped your self. "Holy shit, then we have to go!" You picked up your bags and grabbed Ivan's small hand as you turned to hurry the hell out of there. As you turned on your heels and began to quickly brisk walk you turned the corner only to see Natasha right in front of you.

"Crap!" You bent down to come face to face with Ivan, who was a little scared. "Act like we are talking to each other ok?" He nodded in agreement. You tried to seem casual but you knew your plan was most likely not going to work. She was accompanied by Estonia, who pointed the two of you out. 'Gee, thanks Estonia.' They both walked over to you.

You were about to say something when she, rudely, pushed you over, making you fall over to your side. You got up to your knees to see that her cold blue eyes were staring intently at Ivan. Your mind consisting of words such as: "Shit shit fuck shit I am so dead." Natasha moved closer to quivering Ivan. "Child." Was all she said.

"LOOK AT THE TIME!" You shouted as you scooped Ivan up and ran out of there, leaving her cold gaze at your back.

You internally cried as you thought of the terrifying experience that had just pasted. You were now home with Ivan-Russia-whatever... He was drawing things such as sunflowers, cows, and occasionally people.

"Princess!" He called.

You snapped your head to him, where he held up a picture. It was of you, but you had a crown on your head. "How sweet, thank you Ivan." You thanked him. You inspected the picture. He then handed you another. It was him, but only he was grown up an he was wearing a crown too.

"Prince!" He pointed to himself. Uh, oh, you did not like where this was going. You blushed and smiled sheepishly. "Bird!" He pointed behind you. You turned your head to the window, but when you turned back, his lips were right next to yours.

"Wah!" You cried as he pounced on you. His small body landing on your's. His lips colliding with you. You closed your eyes as you felt like a big weight was on you. You gasped and opened your eyes to see Russia on top of you, no longer a kid. You both blinked at each other, you confused. "What the hell...?" You asked him. He smiled.

"________~! You broke the spell!" He chuckled. "How can I repay you?"

"By getting off me...!" You wheezed out. He got up and pulled you on his lap, you began to pant, air flowing through your lungs once more. "Who did this to you?" You questioned.

"Oh, I don't know, i guess people." HE smiled innocently.

"Wh-why didn't you tell me it was you?" You blushed as he nuzzled into your neck.

"Because you are sweet, and I don't mind being taken care of by you." He whispered as he kissed your neck. "Besides, I wanted to prove you would be a great mother." His purple eyes met your (e/c) ones as he brought you in for a kiss, his lips gently touching your lips. At first you felt your self stiffen, but then you melted into the kiss, throwing your arms around his scarf covered neck.

"Ivan..." You mumbled against his lips.


"You realize Belarus is gunna skin me alive, right?"

"Don't worry, I will always protect you, _______. After all, you are my princess. Ya tebya lyublyu." He smiled.

"Hmmm, I love you too. But seriously, I'm gunna need, like body guards."

She walked into her room. Disappointed to say the least.Natasha sighed as he fell onto her bed, no luck in finding Russia today. She lay there for just seconds, thinking about the boy she saw.

"Belarus, are you cold? Here have my jacket."

A memory of her child hood flashed by in her head. Wait... "That boy..." She whispered to herself. "It looked like Russia when we were little...." Her pupils dilated as she came to the conclusion of the story.

"Big brother... is with tHAT WHOOOORREEE!!!!"

To be honest, who wouldn't want a wittle Russia "protecting" them??? :iconrussia-winking:

It is inspired by a cute ass omg im gunna rip my heart out and eat it doujinshi ====>… yes it is a russliet doujinshi, but it doesnt even ship that much

Russia being a lil cockblock with you and America

:iconcreepyrussiaplz: he will take none of this americaxreader shit.
I cant honestly discribe how much love i have for this big fluffy russiann man.

Lets get to this:

By anyway, so so if you guys see my watchers thing, you will see....

I HAVE MORE THAN 300 folloers. Lke, wow, thats alot. :iconstupidivanplz: thank you so much guys! new and old i still love ya! And i still hide in your house and eat all your candy! Dont forget! Halloween is coming up so you better sacrifice me some!

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AN: So this is from my list of requests I needed to finish typing up. I'm doing them its just taking some time. (AKA I lost my notebook...*cough cough* so this is a request from Love-forever013. I personally think Russia is an inte5resting character to interpret. I haven't done a story yet on how I feel his personality is buuuut I can handle doing fluffy stuff for now. Tell me what you think dolls!~

   Ivan had never longed to be home as much as he did now.

   He watched the snow slowly fall from the night sky as he stared out the taxi window. Delicate ice crystals were clinging to the glass and trying to capture his gaze. He was constantly at the world meetings, then to his office, then back to more meetings-he hasn't been home in weeks. Now that he was so close he was growing impatient, tapping his gloved fingers on the seat and fiddling with a box in his lap.

   The taxi slowly came to a stop on the icy road, stopping at a black metal gated driveway. The only light came from a streetlamp, dulled by the falling snow. Ivan quickly grabs his suitcase and steps out into the bittercold and closes the door behind him, stuffing the box into his jacket. He sighs, watching his breath become fog in the night air.

   As he approached the gates small lamps flickered to life, lighting his path to his home through the dark. He began his long treck up his long driveway.

   The only thoughts filling his mind were his beautiful wife and girl at home awaiting his arrival. He could clearly vision his beautiful (h/c) girl bounding up to him with innocent amnythist eyes, reaching up and demanding his attention in the way only a child would. He could practically feel the warmth her tiny hands will bring on his cold cheeks as he holds her.

   His legs start to carry him faster.

   Ivan smiles when he reaches the doorstep, taking no hesitation in going inside. The heat of the air hits him like a brick wall before slowly enveloping him, though he is still cold to the core. He glances around the house, clean and warm, just like he imagined.

   His ears catch the shuffling of little footsteps running down the wooden stairs when he sets down his briefcase, shaking the snowflakes from his light hair. A small head pops out from the side of the railing, soft ringlets falling and bouncing around haphazardly as the small child bounds down the stairs.

   "Daddy! Your Home!," the girl shouts, a squeak in her voice from her excitement. She was a daddy's girl. Her little legs carried her as fast as she could go as she runs full force into her father, instantly reaching up to be held.

   He does just that, lifting the girl and carrying her in front of him. He smiles warmly when she puts her tiny hands on his face and mewls.

   "Your face is cold!" She grabs the center of his scarf and lifts it over his mouth and nose, attempting to cover his chilled skin with a little frown on her face before she wraps her small arms around his neck in a hug.

   "Its okay, подсолнух, i'll be warm soon." he strokes her hair gently, chuckling lightly at the way she stays wrapped around him.

   "I've missed you." Ivan felt a rush of warms shoot through his system when mumbles into his neck, "I love you."

   He kisses her hair affectionately and reaches into his jacket, gaining the curiosity of his daughter as he pulls out the white box. She immediately takes it from his hand, completely distracted by it and turns in his grip. She tears off the paper and opens the box, squealing happily as she pulls out a little halo headband and a doll. Its pretty features matched that of a snow angel. She drops the box, uncaring of the empty cardboard and stares at the doll with wide, excited eyes.

   "Now, Ana, where is mom?" he asks as he sets her down. She doesn't even bat an eyelash away from her new doll.

   "Mama is in the kitchen." her voice was low, completely enraptured by the simple gift. He glances at her sitting form once more before going into the kitchen.

   He was expecting the heavenly smell of his wife's homemade cooking, only to be met with...something very different. He crinkles his nose at the smell of frying spam and Kirkland macaroni and cheese. Still his eyes softened and locked onto a young woman with soft (h/c) locks scurrying about the room. It all rushed to him, just how much he missed this beautiful woman of his. She turns around, feeling eyes on her and focuses her (e/c) orbs on his. She greets him with a smile as warm as a summers day/

   He didn't notice the troubled look hiding underneath her surprise at seeing him own.

   He rushed straight to her, enveloping the woman in a tight hug in which she returns and buries her head in his neck. Just like her daughter did before.

   This. This was home.

   He couldn't help  himself from kissing her sweetly, holding her by the waist and feeling the heat of her body against his. She lightly touches his face and kisses him back, full of passion and relief. He could feel her love pouring into him with every soft touch and brush of her lips. He wanted to shower her in affection and tell her how much he missed her after all the nights he spent alone in a hotel room, or in the office, or at a meeting. But he knew she knew that, he could tell by the look in her eyes that she felt the same way.

   "Ivan, welcome home...your back early." there was a question in her tone, not that she wasn't glad he was here.

   "We got done earlier than expected."

   She turns her back to him and goes back to her 'food' on the stove.

   "Anastasia has been asking for you for weeks, have you seen her yet?" her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. It was something the male loved about his wife from the first words she ever spoke to him.

   Ivan nods, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. He rests his head on her shoulder as he watches her cook.

   In the past he was always afraid of scaring or intimidating her with his size, as everyone else has. Oddly enough the smaller woman never once shown a sense of fear that other humans, even the other countries did. She always looked at him with calm, warm eyes and greeted him with soft gentle touches. That's when he developed the fear of breaking her. The true heat sinking, cold sweat fear of breaking her calamity of mind around him. Yet through the time they have spent together she was always by his side, even when it was cold and heartless in return.

   She was his summer in this eternal winter.

   Then his daughter was born. His sweet spot of light, his little sunflower in his stormy heart. She thrived in the warmth of her mother and the protection of her father.

   The young woman wanted to ask how his trip was, but she knew he just wanted to revel in being home.

   "Ангел, what are you making?" his joyful smile conflicting with his confused tone.

   "Hm...just food is all. What's wrong with it?"

   He doesn't answer the woman, deep in thought. He was trying to remember when she craved food like this, he could only remember years ago....

   She felt his confusion and unconsciously bit her lip, curiosity rose.

   She takes his hand, seeming so small compared to his and places it on her lower stomach. A nervous smile plastered on the woman's face.

   In that second it all connected.

   "У вас возникли еще одного ребенка?" the words came out clear and calm, but in his native language. His mind was whirling too fast to remember the English she taught him. She was quick to answer.

   "Yes. Yes we are..."

   Ana then pops her head out into the kitchen, a thoughtful look on her face as she stares at her dumbstruck father. "Oh yeah Daddy, I forgot to tell you Mama has a baby in her belly! I'm gonna have a baby brother!"

(Hopefully accurate...*shot*)
1) Sunflower
3) Are you going having another child?
This was a past request I needed to type up! Sorry It took so long! Hope you guys enjoy!!!~Russia (Joy) [V6] 
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You where panting heavily, your arms and legs feeling like lead, your muscles screaming at you to stop running, but you can't stop.

"(Your name), you are the last one on the track." The gym teacher Mr. Braginski tells you, as if the absence of the other students wasn't enough of a clue.

"I KNOW THAT!" You yelled at your teacher, frustrated because you where still on your second lap and school was over. No, you just had the misfortune of having Mr. Braginski for your last class.

Or as one of your more colorful friends liked to call him, Vodka Bustard.

He was the scariest and the youngest teacher at your school, no one dared to get him angry or correct his bad habit of drinking Vodka on the job in front of impressionable young students. He had come to (Your School) from Russia, which would kind of explain the pink scarf always around his neck, even in scorching hot weather.

You didn't notice him give you one of his infamous, you'll pay for it later smiles, as you tried to run around the track two more times and he would let you out of this hellish nightmare, hopefully.

"Danm it! Why did Al get all the speed?" you muttered hatefully. One of your friends, Alfred F. Jones liked to pig out of Mc Donald's and junk food as much as you do, yet somehow he managed to finish the mile run first, way ahead of everyone else. Hell, even that Greek kid finished before you did, and he was asleep half the time!


"I need to work out more." You muttered to yourself, as you were alone in the girl's locker room, getting out of your smelly PE uniform. Looking around suspiciously you saw no one else was in the locker room.

"Perfect. There no one around to see." You smiled as you picked up your towel and your extra clothes, heading for the girls showers.

You took off your shirt, then your shorts until you where just in your (favorite color) underwear and bra. Looking at yourself in the full length mirror near the entrance to the showers you frowned. You weren't the most developed girl in the chest area, and you where kind of chunky in the middle. Not like all the other girls in your class, who were at least C cups, and were skinny form lack of eating or throwing up.

Your (hair color) wasn't all that great, as you just blushed it once every two days or so.
It made you feel ugly compared to all those girls so no way where you going to get naked with all of them around.

You turned the knobs on all the showers to warm up, the steam hiding you from anyone that might be looking, especially a certain Russian.


Ivan frowned as he saw all the steam; he knew (your name) was still here, he had seen her backpack lying on a bench in the girls' locker room. Why was he in the girl's locker room you might ask, well it was really simple.

He was going to teach (Your name) a lesson in physical fitness.

He removed his shirt shorts, before removing his precious scarf and tenderly setting it down on the bench. Before going into the showers in only his boxers the color of Russia's flag.

In the steam he could make out the form of his worst student (your name) since she had made him late for a dinner with his older sister, whom was visiting form Ukraine and just had enough time to have a short dinner with her brother. He felt the need to punish (Your name), personally.


(Your name) was unaware of your Russian teacher as you stood completely naked underneath one of the shower heads. You just enjoined the soothing warm water, making your muscles relax and untangle. Only when you felt large hands on your shoulders did you realize something was wrong.

"You have been a very bad student (Your name)." Ivan whispered in your ear. You froze in fear, not only was your MALE teacher right behind you, but you were completely naked and in the shower.

"M-Mr. B-braginski " you strutted horribly in fear as you became very cold in the warm showers.

"Нет(No), call me Ivan (Your name). It is what I want to hear from your mouth during your... special training." He said in a low, sexy tone that made you blush fire truck red. Then your mind registered what he had said before his hands moved from your shoulders to your breasts.

"Wha? Agh!" you cried out suddenly as his large hands enveloped your small breasts, your nipples in between his thumb and index finger as he lightly pinched them.

"M-Mr. B-br-aginski agh!" you cried out as he then started to lick and bite your neck.

"What did I tell you, (your name)? I only want to hear my first name come out of your pretty little mouth. You understand, Да(Yes)?" he asked as he bet down on a rather sensitive spot as he twisted your perk nipples.

"Y-yes,  Mr. AH! I mean Ivan." You quickly corrected yourself as one of Ivan's left your breast and ghosted over your skin down to your thy, where he stroked your inner thy.

Shivering at the touch your where scared for two reasons, one was because your teacher had his hands on you and he could possibly kill you, the second preseason was because you were a virgin.

"Да(Yes), that is good." You could feel the smirk on his lips on your skin, they were cold agents your burning skin.

You had no idea what to do as Ivan's hand on your thy creased your neither region, you took a step back from his hands but just ended up with his broad hard chest at your bare back. You could feel the vibrations in his chest as he chuckled, amused.

"Now, now my student, this is for your own good. After my regimen you will be much faster." He said as he forced you to turn around. You quickly tried to cover yourself but he kept your arms at your sides. You blushed as you slowly looked up from his unclothed and naked chest, his scarfless neck and to his adorable childish smiling face.

You would be lying if you said Mr. Bra-Ivan, didn't turn you on right now.

"Aren't you a пушистые (fluffy) one." He mused, as he poked your belly playfully, making you blush. You had no idea what he had said but the way he said it made you blush. Before you knew it, his lips where on yours, his eyes closed as your (Eye color) orbs were wide open in shock and embarrassment. He ran his tongue over you closed lips, silently telling you to open them, but you didn't as your where frozen in fear and shock.

So Ivan's right hand ghosted over your skin and to your butt, giving it a nice hard squeeze. This was enough to make you gasp and shiver, and giving him the chance for his tongue to take over your mouth as your tongue easily gave into his as they played together. You couldn't help but close your eyes and moan into the kiss, you could taste the vodka that he was so fond of on his tongue, giving you the feeling of being a little tipsy.

"AH!" you cried out in surprise, grabbing onto your teacher's shoulders as your legs became unsteady with the Russian's finger's entering your pussy suddenly. Your breath came out in pants as his two large fingers steadily pumped in and out of your virgin pussy.

"Hm? (Your name), you are a virgin?" Ivan asked, a bit surprised as he purred in your ear.

You only gave him a shy nod as he inserted a third finger into you, making your legs give out but Ivan's other hand wrapped around your waist and pressed you back agents the warm tiles of the shower room.

"I-ivan! Pl-please, s-stop." You pleaded, your mind in a drunk haze of pleasure, you where faintly aware of the water still coming down on the two of you. Trying to open your eyes, all you could see was the drop dead sexy, wet Russian, looking like he was going to eat you.

"A-AHH!" you panted out as your juices coated the Russian's fingers as he removed them from your throbbing sex, only to slowly lick them off as you watched him do so with a sexy smirk on his lips and lust in his lavender eyes.

Your heart was pounding agents your rib cage, and the burning, throbbing sensation between your legs made you miss the Russian's fingers inside of you. Letting out a soft whine, you tried to clench the sensation by rubbing your thigh's together but it was immediately stopped by Ivan as his free hand lifts up one of your legs up to his hips. Where could feel something, thick, long and hard press agents your stomach, you gulped, not wanting to see what it was.

"Enough with the warm up, let us begin your exercise. Да(Yes)?" Ivan smirked as he looked at you, leaning on the wall for support. He slid his free hand down his stomach, tucking his thumb inside his boxers before sliding them off and onto the floor, letting his hard member free.

You trembled as Ivan's large man hood pressed agents your stomach. Ivan leaned forward and lightly kissed your lips, you could feel the evil smile on his face before his member suddenly thrust into you.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you let out a silent scream of pain and pleasure from being penetrated, and it was accompanied by the Russian's pleasured moan.
" Mmm. Столь жесткими <So tight>." He breathed out agents your forehead, where he placed a kiss into your wet (Hair color) hair.

You where at a loss for words, as you where quickly lost in the pain of pleasure when Ivan started moving inside of you then out only to pump right back into your tight pussy. Your mind was in a furry trying to process the new sensation, feeling Ivan's throbbing member inside your pussy.

"I-...van..." you moaned in pleasure as the pain resided, and your arms went around Ivan's frame where your nails dug into his back, making him moan as he felt them dig in a little too deeply.

"(Your Name)." he moaned your name, his Russian accent making you shiver in pleasure.

"Mm... m-more..." you panted as Ivan quickened his pace, the showers' water having turned cold, but with how hot your bodies were the cold water didn't bother you as the two of you continued to exercise.

"Ah! God!" you cried out as he hit particular spot that made you lose control of your body.

"That is it, Да(Yes)?" Ivan asked as he rammed into that spot again, getting the same reaction from you. His mouth covered your lips to drink in those moans of pleasure as his pace became more vigorous.

You could only feel, smell, taste and hear the Russian as he pond into you, and a strange sensation came from your lower belly, building up with every thrust, until it was reliced.
"AAHHH! IVAN!" You cried out as you had your first orgasm, and not long after you felt the Russian's seed shoot inside of you.

Your senses lost as you slowly came down from ecstasy, the first thing you could hear were the showers running, flowed by the soft chuckling of your teacher before he spoke his hot breath in your ear.

"We should do that again. You need much more training, (Your name). Да(Yes)?" came his voice as you looked in a daze into his smiling, purple orbs and gave him a small nod, making him smirk as he kissed your lips.

~~Extended Ending~~

"Very good, (Your name)." Ivan told you happily as he wrote down your time. It was much better than last time.

"All thanks to you, Ivan. Um-er, Mr. Braginski." You smiled at your teacher/lover, giving him a knowing look. You had a hard time calling him Mr. Braginski at school, but no one seemed to notice your little slip up.

"Ve~ (your name) you even beat Ludwig!" One of your Italian class mates praised you, as he had finished a little before you did. Looking behind you, there was said the blond German finishing up hi mile run after you.

"(Your name), you did very good out there. How do you train?" he asked you, a small blush on his cheeks. You didn't know how to tell him how you trained with Ivan, and that your training involved sex.

Not too far away Ivan smirked, watching you face redden as you tried to come up with something.

Your fifteen-minute morning break had just begun, and of course, you immediately pulled out your sketchbook and plopped down on a nearby bench, picking up a pencil and soon becoming completely lost in your own world. Tuning out all the chatter around you, you ignored the snack in your pocket in favor of finishing a drawing you had started earlier on the bus. In fact, it was a fanart of your favorite character from [fav anime]. Unfortunately, there weren't many other students at your school who watched anime.

You sat there, sketching away peacefully and minding your own business, when suddenly a wad of paper hit you in the head.

"Ow," you mumbled, rubbing your head and glancing around for the person who had tossed it.

"Dude, you idiot!" shouted a loud, slightly accented voice.

"Yeah, you hit an innocent frau!" ...frau? Da heck?

A guy with sandy blonde hair and glasses came loping up to where you sat. You actually recognized him as Alfred, one of the jocky football guys. He snatched up his ball of paper and then bent over your lap, peering intently at your drawing.

"Dude, what the heck is that?!" he yelled, snatching your sketchbook away for further examination. A whimper escaped your throat.

"Um, can I have that back...?" you mumbled. He ignored at you and examined at your drawing intently for a moment, obviously staring at the- ahem- stranger elements.

"Whoa, man, this is seriously creepy," he said disapprovingly.

Your face flushed. "I said, can I have it back?"

Ignoring you again, he continued. "I mean, why would you want to draw something like this? It's so weird, and ugly." He leaned forward and tapped your forehead condescendingly. "You... are... not... Japanese," he drawled slowly. His face darkened. "You're a freakin' American. [If you're not, just pretend. XD] Draw stuff the right way."

You clenched your fists in your lap, trying to hold back hot, angry tears. Angry at that stupid jock, but mostly angry at yourself for not being able to stand up for him.

"Hey Matt, Gil!" Alfred hollered. "You gotta see this, she's actually drawing that stupid manga crap!"

He was gripping your sketchbook roughly and waving it around wildly in the air. The extra pencil stuck in the spiral-ring binding flew out and clattered to the ground.

"Give it back," you cried, your voice cracking tearfully.

"Who's gonna make me, weeaboo?" he taunted.

"I am."

The whole courtyard seemingly fell silent as an intimidatingly tall, stocky student stepped up behind Alfred. You might have just been imagining it, but there seemed to be a fiery purple aura surrounding him...

You heard other students nearby whisper "Oh crap, it's that Braginski guy!" "Let's get outta here!" and other such statements as they scrambled to clear quite a big circle around your little group.

"Give her the book back," he said to Alfred, his voice low, calm and surprisingly... quite sweet-sounding. His eyes were closed and his mouth turned up in a kind smile, but the violet flames still burned.

Alfred's face paled, but he shook it off and laughed obnoxiously. "W-why should I? Go play in the snow or something, commie!"

The guy's eyes snapped open, revealing them to be a striking shade of almost-purple. "You should not have said that," he said cheerfully, taking a step closer to the American and pounding one fist into his large hand.

To your surprise, Alfred instantly dropped the sketchbook. "Stupid commie," he hissed, scrambling over to his two friends and heading away rapidly.

The guy picked your sketchbook up off the ground and handed it to you, still smiling sweetly. "Here you go~"

"T-thanks," you said, blushing slightly. "My name is ______..."

"And I am Ivan. I couldn't help but see some of your drawings..." you held your breath nervously. "...they were very cute!"

You exhaled in relief. "You really think so?"

"Da!" he replied. "And you are very cute too!" He gently patted your head.

Despite the weirdness of the gesture, it made your heart race. "O-oh, thank you..."

He held out his hand and pulled you to your feet. "We should get to class now, da?"

"Da," you repeated, letting him pull you along behind him to your next class.
I just want to say that I really love Alfred, and I wasn't trying to make him so antagonistic... please forgive me ;A;

This was a request. ^^ I'm not a huge fan of Russia myself... This isn't my best, obviously. Oh well... at least it's kinda cute, maybe?

Russia and America belong to :iconhimaruyaplz:

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It was dark.  That was the first thing you noticed.  You could hardly see a thing in front of you.  When you began to realize where you are, you recognize the stinging cold around your ankles is coming from the snow that had fallen.  You shiver, feeling the ridges in your (color) coat.  You walk forward, trying to ignore the stinging cold.  There didn’t seem to be a single thing in miles of you.  It felt as if you were going in circles.  Along with that, you couldn’t help but get the feeling that someone was pursuing you.  No matter how much you ran, it always felt that a menacing presence was just behind you.
Finally, you stop when you trip and fall face-first into the snow.  The cold icy surface stings your face, making you freeze for a few seconds.  You get up and shakes the snow off when…
You thought your eyes were betraying you.  In the middle of the raging tundra… was a sunflower field.  There was a gap in the clouds, letting the sun shine onto the field.  It looked safe.  Feeling the pursuing presence behind you yet again, you make a run for the field.  Soon, the warmth of the sun replaced the chill of the snow.  You walk through the sunflowers until you reach the very middle, where Russia stood holding a bouquet of sunflowers.  He looked at you, smiling warmly.  You walk up closer to him and feel his arms wrap around you.  You place your hands on his shoulders, staring into his eyes.
“Ya lyublyu tebya,” he said to you.
You smile warmly back at him and say, “I love you, too.”
Your faces draw closer to one another each second, until you feel his tender lips against yours.

“_________, wake up,” you suddenly hear, “We’re almost there.”
Your eyes open, feeling the room rattle suddenly.  As you focus more on the world around you, you realize that you’re no longer in your room.  Rather you’re on a city bus.  You notice that you have your coat on as well, and you look up to find yourself leaning against Russia in the seat next to you, who has an arm around you.
“Where are we going?” you ask, rubbing your eyes.
“My favorite place in town,” Russia answers.
You tilt your head a bit in confusion.  How’d he get you all this way without you waking up anyways?  Were you really that tired?  You look out the window to see the sun setting in the distance.
“Um… how long was I out?” you ask.
“Quite a while,” Russia answered, “That song was a lullaby my mother used to sing to me.”
“Really?...” come to think of it, you had never met Russia’s parents before.  Were they ever around?
“My parents both disappeared when I was really young,” Russia explained, “That lullaby is one of the few things I remember from my mother.  My sister Ukraine took care of me and Belarus most of the time.”
“It must’ve been hard for her…”
“It certainly was…”
Soon the bus comes to a stop.
“We’re here.”
Russia takes your hand and walks you off the bus.  Soon the bus leaves, and you find yourself out in the country side.
“What’s out here?” you ask.
“Someplace I think you’ll like,” Russia said, guiding you across the road and down the highway, “My house isn’t too far from here; don’t worry.”
You had never seen this place before.  Your eyes scan the area in amazement.
“Just where ARE we even?” you ask.
“Just a little ways out of town,” Russia answers, “Close your eyes.”
“Just close them.”
You sigh and close your eyes as told.  You feel Russia’s hands guiding you forward, your feet carrying you in each direction blindly.  Finally, you stop. You can see a hint of red through your eyelids from sunlight.
“You can open them now,” you hear Russia say.  Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the light in the area.  You almost couldn’t believe your eyes.  You find yourself on top of a grassy hill.  At the bottom of the hill in front of you was a small field of sunflowers, which were slightly eclipsing the sunset.  It was a brilliant scene, almost as if it were from a painting.
“W… Wow,” you say, “It’s beautiful…”
“I always like to come here whenever I need some peace from the world,” Russia speaks, “I’ve been tending to this field since the day I found it.  A few mice have come here to make this field their new home, but I don’t mind them.”
You still can’t quite believe your eyes as you stare down at the scene.  You finally look back up at Russia, who’s smiling his usual childlike smile.
“You know,” you say, “I never got to reply to what you said earlier,”
“Hm?” Russia turns to face you, “What’s that?”
You smile, your face turning a little red, and say, “… I love you, too.”
Russia first appears surprised, but then his face turns to one of sheer happiness.  He pulls you close to him, embracing you in a tight hug.  You wrap his arms around him, hugging him back, before finally finding yourself looking deeply into his eyes. Looking into those violet orbs that you’ve come to adore over the time you two have spent together.  You get up on your toes to get a little closer to him, and he lowers his head in response, bringing your lips together for the first time.  It felt just as great as you dreamed it would.  It was as if, all of a sudden, nothing else in the world existed except for that very moment.  Derek, his two comerades, the bullies in school; everything was washed away by this one moment.
The two of you pull away when the need for air came.  You smile sheepishly a bit, your face turning red.
“Wow…” you say, “That was… really something.”
“Yeah,” Russia replies, almost mirroring your tone of voice.
You look back in the distance, seeing the sun is set considerably lower than earlier.
“Should we head back?” you ask.
“Sure… I’ll carry you,” Russia says, picking you up bridal style.  Just like the day you two met.
Sometimes you’d hear people ask you how you could have such a strange person as a friend… or in this case a boyfriend.
In truth, he was a real sweetheart once you got to know him.
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    It was an average day in the Braginsky household. You and your long-time boyfriend Ivan Braginsky, who happened to be the human personification of Russia, were sitting on the couch watching one of his favorite shows, which happened to be the Russian version of Sherlock. You enjoyed watching it with Ivan, despite not knowing the language except for a few words, but today, you were slightly losing interest.

    Snuggled up in his large arms, you remembered fondly that Ivan's term of endearment for you was "Sunflower". Then you alarmingly realized that you have never seen one in person, even though it was Ivan's favorite flower. You shot a glance over at Ivan, sure that his eyes were glued to the screen, and surely they were, Ivan's interest completely captured in Sherlock examining a fresh corpse. You, on the other hand, were wondering what a sunflower looked like. Having grown up in Norway, you had never really seen one that wasn't a picture on the internet.

I wonder if Ivan knows where some are...?

"Ivan?" You asked, still absorbed in your thoughts.

"Yes, _____?"

"Have you ever seen one?"

He shifted around to look at you, confusion written over his face, "One of what, ____?"

You turned towards him, looking into his violet eyes, "A sunflower. I was thinking about how you always call me that, yet, I've never seen one."

A warm smiled spread across his face as he gazed down at you, as if he was going through fond memories. "Da, my hometown has many sunflowers, large beautiful fields full of them. My mother would take me through the fields as a child, and we'd have picnics."

You smiled back at Ivan, his face warming your heart. You suddenly had an idea, and he saw your eyes light up. "Ivan? Could you take me there to see them someday?"

"Da, sunflower."

A week later, you and Ivan were on your way to his hometown in southern Russia. You arrived an hour later, strething as you stepped out of the car basking in the warmth of the sun. You loved the cold, but you thought it was always nice to be somewhere warm every once in a while. You turned and absorbed your surroundings, small shops lined the street with friendly people buzzing about, a soft breeze blowing through the coastal town.

You turned to Ivan, the smile on his face bringing a smile to yours. "What shall we do first?"

Ivan laughed, "We need to find a hotel, sunflower. Then, how does shopping sound?"

You jumped into Ivan's arms and grinned, "That sounds perfect!"
My first Russia reader-insert. I might make more parts to this story if enough people ask me about it! :iconsweatplz: :iconchinasmileplz:
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It was July 17th, the day of another fated World Conference, and this time, it just so happened to be taking place in Russia's capital of Moscow. As it was summertime and the temperatures were up to an acceptable number, the other nations did not complain about the cold for once.

As things were just getting started, many of the nations grew wary as they noticed the personification of the host country himself and his wife who represented Moscow seemed a bit out of it today.

"Hey, dude, I wonder what's up with Russia and (Y/N)?" America said in a hushed tone to England who was beside him-- well, as hushed as he could ever be, which wasn't much.

The Brit shot his former colony a look and sighed at his lack of knowledge; although most others in the room probably didn't know at all, much like the American.

"It's July 17th." He replied in a quieter voice, trying to keep the conversation between them and leaning toward him slightly, flipping France off without looking at him, having seen the suggestive look he'd given at his and America's closeness out of the corner of his eye.

"... so?" The younger nation replied, clueless, and Arthur nearly smacked himself in the face.

"Alfred, on this day back in 1918, the Romanov family died. Russia and (Y/N) were close to all of them, especially Anastasia."

"Oh! So that's why the commie gets this strange look whenever someone mentions that name!" America exclaimed, rather loudly, of course, and got the attention of everyone in the room... well, so much for keeping the conversation between the two of them.

"What name?" Came the familiar voice of the Russian in question, at the opposite end of the large table, looking on curiously at the American.

"Anastasia!" Alfred answered easily, standing up from his spot to walk around, seeing as he could never sit still, and grinned in slight triumph when Ivan winced, "See?! That's the look I'm talking about! I mean, I know we all get attached to some of our leaders, but why is it Anastasia in particular? I mean, didn't that Tsar dude and his wife have like, 5 kids? Did you have some sort of creepy crush on her? 'Cause that's just weird, and you would have been, like, cheating on (Y/N), and--"

"Because she was my daughter!" Ivan yelled, standing up from his spot and glaring at Alfred with tears in his eyes, as the entire room went silent. The Russian glanced over at his beloved capitol and swallowed before turning back to America, "Our daughter."

Every single country in the room was giving Ivan and (Y/N) a look of pure confusion and, taking a moment to compose himself as (Y/N) stood beside him and took his hand, he began to explain.

"We did not mean to have a child, but when she came, we loved her more than we could ever have imagined. Still, it was not safe... I know as well as anybody in here that countries are invaded, taken over... if another nation knew that such a thing had happened-- a daughter born of a country-- they would surely try for her, and we were worried someone would take her from us. So, we explained our situation to Nicholas and Alexandra, and because we were very close with them already, they agreed to pretend she was their daughter, and it was only myself, (Y/N) and the Romanov family who knew the truth. And yet, she was taken from us anyway... killed by mere humans, when she was only 17. Our sweet little Anastasia..."

By this point, (Y/N) had tears streaming down her cheeks and Ivan was very close; the only thing that stopped his own tears was the knowledge that there were so many nations in here.

He couldn't take it any longer, though. Releasing his wife's hand, even though she followed after him, he exited the large room used for world conferences and the double doors slammed behind the two of them.

The room of nations was still completely silent, still frozen in shock. However, it was England who broke it as he glared at his former colony.

"Nice going, git."


Out in the hallway, as soon as they were alone on the other side of the doors, the normally strong Russian collapsed to his knees, luckily near a wall, and, with a soft yelp in surprise, (Y/N) went after him, and immediately they both wrapped each other in their arms, the only place they truly felt safe anymore.

"It's still not fair." Ivan whispered, eyes closed as his forehead rested against his wife's, their tears mixing together.

"I know, my love," (Y/N) replied in a soft tone, trying her hardest not to break down completely for him.

"Why was she taken from us?" He asked, eyes opening to reveal a watery but still brilliant violet color. Her heart broke even further at his words and tone; he sounded like a helpless child who was lost... so very lost.

"I wish I knew the answer, Ivan, I really do... but we have to be strong. Anastasia wouldn't want us to be sad, darling. We have keep going, for her." She insisted in a soft murmur.

"It doesn't mean we have to forget her, you know. Remember happy memories with her." Her words were comforting, though her voice wavered, as she pulled an old looking locket from beneath her shirt and opened the catch, revealing an aged photo of the Romanov family on one side, and an equally aged one of their daughter alone on the other.

"She's always with us." She kept speaking in the same soft tone when he remained silent, tears flowing, "Right here." She placed a hand over his heart and his eyes met hers.

"I love you," Ivan told her, finally speaking as his hands raised to cup her cheeks gently and a chaste kiss pressed to her lips.

(Y/N) gave him a small, sad smile, "I love you too," She replied quietly, giving him another sweet kiss before she stood and offered out a hand to help him up, which he took gratefully and laced their fingers together.

"How about we skip this one meeting, hm? We'll go visit her." She offered, and he could only nod as they turned to the exit of the building to make their way to St. Petersburg, where their darling daughter was buried.

Anastasia may be in the cathedral with the rest of the Romanov family, but she would rest for eternity somewhere else.

Their hearts.
so, this popped into my head last night and although I struggled getting the words out, it demanded it be written. this piece came as a shock to me as I've never really liked Russia's character but now I believe I may be in love. oops. ;u;

I don't know much about the Romanov family, or Russia's history either, but I'm so fascinated in both. I hope I didn't screw anything up (besides the obvious plot twist, but that was intentional) and if I did, please let me know! thank you! ♥

I do not own Hetalia.... or the Romanov family. o_o
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RussiaxVampire!Reader: Love youas a Vampire, da!
"And that draws this meting to an end" said Arthur.

Much to your relief, it was over. Country meetings where super boring. It was basically fine until America decided to throw junk at a random country, start a fight, and then get calmed by Ludwig, finishing the meeting.  

Yeah, sure, it was your job as the country of ______ to attend those, but they where terrible.

"Bye, _____" said a tall, Russian man.

"Oh, bye Ivan!" you said, as you walked towards the exit.  As a difference to many countries, not to say all minus Belarus, you were not afraid of him.

You, being the slow person you are, came out last. Your (h/c) hair was tied into a ponytail, but you decided to let it loose.

As you looked around, thinking of the fastest path home, you could have sworn you heard a twig or two break.  After that, you realized that the fastest way was to go through the park. As you strolled down the park, you started feeling watched.

"Silly me..." you thought.

Suddenly, a man walked right in front of you. It was so dark, you could see nothing. All what the man did was to bite you. In the neck.  It felt like a thousand bees had stung you at the same time, and a crazy doctor had injected lava to your neck. After minutes of pain, the man let go, leaving your almost dead body in the park. Ge grabbed you and threw you to some bushes, hiding your corpse.

You went missing everywhere. Not using Facebook, YouTube, or anything like that. Other countries noticed it too, since for three weeks you didn't attend the meetings.

After three weeks had passed with your encounter with a vampire, you woke up. Still in the bushes. It was dead night, and you had no idea of why where you there. You stood up and went home, really confused. When you got into your home, you licked your teeth. Bad idea. You felt a sharp pain in your mouth and went to check it at the nearest mirror. Your tongue was bleeding. You looked at your mouth. It had razor, rather large, fangs. Your eyes had a reddish tint invading their natural (e/c) color.

You where a vampire. Memories of that terrible night started coming to your not-so-clouded-anymore mind.

If you had been a twilight fangirl, you would have been happy. But sure as hell you weren't. Your knees started shacking in fear. This couldn't be happening. It was terrible.

You locked yourself on your house, only coming out once a week at night, to catch a poor stray dog or an unsuspecting squirrel.

You where not going to country meetings. In fact, you had avoided them for months. And you didn't even bother calling explaining your absence. As if they needed to know.

Still, the countries where worried of you. No human eye had seen you in those three months.

America, Canada, Spain, England, Germany, the two Italian brothers and Prussia decided to go search for you. Nobody invited Russia, but he tagged along, anyways. And everybody was too scared of him to ask him to leave.  

Most of them went searching to the city's dangerous places, the murderer's ally, the white forest, and the abandoned park ( which was not the one where you where converted).

But Ivan? He decided to look on an obvious place. Your house. He knocked the door, that, much to his surprise, sprung open, clearly announcing _______ had not bothered locking it. The Russian man wondered around the two-story house, eventually finding your room. He could hear sobs and curse words.

As he entered the room, fear stroke him. Almost all destroyed, blood stains on the wooden floor.... He loocked around, to find you in your semi-destroyed bed, whining at your destroyed future, and cursing at the vampire who decided to make you a vampire. Russia was shocked by the atmosphere. What was ______ doing? Why was her room like this? He slowly sat next to the crying girl.

"______? Are you ok, da? asked Ivan.

"*sniff* L-leave me alone, Russia." you said.

" What's wrong? You used to be so happy and now you are negative. I want the old ______ back, da." he said.

" The old ______ you look for is dead..." you said, much to Ivan's shock.

"Because she was bitten by a vampire" you finished off.

" Wh-what?" asked Russia.

You explained Russia everything. After that, you cried as you hugged him.

" But you are still a country, _____. You can't just lock yourself in here!" said Russia.

"But I am dangerous!" you replied.

You lied. You hadn't drank human blood, so you had no appetite for it.  Still, what if you just got mad at Prussia because of his constant bragging and yelling at you for not calling him 'lord awesome if the awesomest' and drained all of his blood?

"Niet, that's a lie. You haven't bit a human,  right? So you won't bite any country, da." said Ivan

"Ok..."  you sighed.

"And I love you a vampire, da" said Ivan.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand yes Me knowz I wrote "love youas a vampire" buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut..... Fuck im lazy.

Hetalia is not mine.

You are owned by Russia.

(ps: Russia never said a thing about leaving your bedroom! :iconrussianosebleedplz: )

BTW I was listening to techno music, the song ended and.... WILD CLASSIC MUSIC APEARED!

And that's why I got mad and lazy to fix the title.

I BLAME ON BOND. (the band who's classic music made me lazy. The song is called duel, in case u want to kill urself)



Holy s***t. 21 favs!?!?!?!? I love you guys. BUT Y U NO COMMENT???????

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