I don't own Hetalia
An explosion was heard in the conference room. It had happened once before at a meeting long ago and happened in the same place.
America stood up laughing and telling everyone it was nothing to worry about before running off to where it had come from.
The White House.
When questioned he answered that it was a test that happened to go wrong and earned yells about how he should be more careful. As the meeting went back to normal The Russia Federation or just Russia wondered why it seemed to happen twice but pushed it aside and listened to one of the nations talk.
Almost ten years later when they had a meeting with the U.S, and had to stay there for a couple of days, Russia remembered it and thought about bringing it up since all he and America did was stand beside their bosses.
As they talked on about matters Russia and America stared at one another. To everyone and their bosses it was meant as a secret war. To Russia this was the stupid staring contest game America always wanted to play when they couldn't talk and he hated losing. So they stood not blinking or moving.
When the meeting was over Russia blinked his eyes to try to get them to stop feeling dried up and America rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. After their bosses left and let them talk to form better relations, America started to babble on about some new video game and new food place he went to eat at.
Just listening and ignoring Russia took a drink of some water when he heard a loud bang. Sitting up straight he looked at the wall it had come from.
"What was that?"
"That? Oh, it's nothing! Just fixing some things here and there!" America laughed nervously. "Nothing to be- where are you going?"
"It sound like someone is trying to break in. Should you not inform someone?"
"Yeah, I am! Why don't you meet me outside and we can go eat? Hurry up!"
Ignoring the fact that America was pushing him out the door of the office and then slammed the door shut. Let out a tired sigh he walked down the hall towards the main entrance. As he walked he heard a crash like a vase.
Then in a flash he swore he saw someone form the corner of his eye run pasted the hall way from his right. Turing his eyes he only saw the second person, America running after whoever it was.
America looked ready to kill.
Frowning he wonder what could have mad, Russia started to run after them. As he came to the end of the hall he turned at the sound of a yelp off in the distant. Trying hard to fallow it. Hurrying he saw America coming out of the room and closing it, locking it as he glare at the door. When he turned he jumped at the sight of Russia stopping in front of him.
"Are you alright?"
"Y-yeah! No worries! Just an intruder! So, you ready to go?"
"Are you just going to leave him in there? What about-"
"Secret service got it handled! Come on, let's eat,"
There was an off feelings. Russia could feel it. Looking at the door he pushed his mind to think more about it. This seemed to worry America because he tugged at his arm, trying to get him to come with him.
"Come on, Ivan."
Jumping at the sound of his human name Russia looked down.
Smiling America tugged him a long a little more forcefully. "Come on, let's spend the day out, okay? Just us?"
Looking back once more Russia frowned but went with America. There was something still lingering but he did enjoy spending time with America. They had grown to like each other and since the world was pretty much hating him right now that left him as one of Americas few friends.
Of course Russia had to realize that it meant that America was one of his only friends too. Shaking his head he fallowed America out of the house and down a path way where they could change into normal human clothes before headed out on the town.
America waved to his boss from the gate way and Russia gave his boss an 'Why did you do this to me?' Look. His boss didn't need to know he enjoyed being with America. Walking he lisented to America talk on and on about the place they would be eating at.
"MacDonald's?" Russia guessed.
"No."
Stopping Russia looked at him. "Really?"
"Burger King!"
"Вы мало ..."
"I don't know Russian!"
Russia sat on the guest bed drinking a glass of vodka. Going over some papers he felt his stomach trying to handle the America food he had eaten hours before hand. Taking another drinking, he heard a knock on his door.
"Da?"
"Can I come in?"
Hadn't he seen America enough for one day? Frowning he stood up an put the papers away. "Da, you can come in."
The door opened and America walked in and closed the door before heading for Russia. "You wanna play a game?"
Russia blinked as he noticed something on his cheek. A small scratch was there and it was red. It clearly just happened or at lest within thirty minutes.
"What happened?"
"Huh? What happened?" America frowned.
"You have a scratch on your cheek. Here, I'll clean it."
America let Russia clean his cheek, his eyes closed. Once that was done he asked Russia again to play with him and was rejected.
"I was going to sleep soon, America. Tomorrow maybe."
Frowning America crawled onto the bed and laid down. He looked at the taller man waiting. Russian raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?"
"It's dark out. I bet your afraid of monster coming to get you."
"… You were watching scary movies again weren't you?"
"Shut up! Are we going to sleep or not!"
Feeling the need to tease America more he continued to do it and avoided the pillow being swung at him. Laughing he threw a pillow at America knocking him over. The 'fight' continued for a good twenty minutes when they both fell, America backwards and Russia forward and landed on the bed laughing.
Russia looked down at the blue eyes and blue eyes looked at him with a wide smiling face. Then Russia was thrown into shock when America pulled him down and kissed him lightly on the lips. The shocked washed over him until the lips pulled away and eyes looked into his.
Without thinking he leaned down and brought the lips together again, this time deepening it. Licking the other's lips he was granted access into the hot mouth. Trying to taste everything he could of America he rested his weight more on him.
The blue eyes blond moaned happily and whimper when they parted. "I love you, Ivan… do you love me?"
Looking into those deep eyes, Ivan kissed him again. "I do love you,"
They kissed more as Russia started to tug at his clothes, trying to get rid of them. As he did he kissed the soft skin of the neck, and started to leave a mark.
"I'm not a bad person… you know that, right?" Alfred said sadly. "You know I'm not bad?"
A little confused Ivan stopped and leaned back up and pressed their heads together. "Of course. You are not bad. Why would you ask such a thing?"
America smiled and shook his head against his, tears falling down. "I'm glad I fell in love with you after the cold war,"
That through Russia off. The Cold War? What was he talking about? Before the cold war they been secretly trading letter with each other in code, pretty much admitting their lover for each other until the war broke out and they ended up sided together on the allies and that time they spent with secet notes that they had to burn. Looks and glances, codes and even speaking-
"You do not know Russian?" Russia asked suddenly, but he said it in Russian.
"What? Speak in English!"
Stopping Russia frowned. How could he have forgotten? Was it because he was changed into The Russian Federation? Before then, America knew and spoke Russian. Very well in fact. Why couldn't he now? Confused he pulled the other to him and kissed his lips again before he started to drift off.
Something was wrong.
On the second to last day of the meeting Russia stayed behind as America rushed off to take care of a few things with his boss which meant he wouldn't be back until the evening. So now he was here waiting. A good part of the day had passed when he heard something faint. It sounded like something and fallen with a thud and then started to drag itself.
"Another spy?" Russia mused.
Maybe today didn't have to be so boring. Getting up he ran off the sound and slowed as he heard it behind the wall of the halls. Creeping along he touched here and there until he found a secret passage. Opening it he slipped carefully started to trail the sound of feet. By the sound the person didn't have shoes or socks on.
Thinking that was strange he tried to stare into the dim light. At the end of the hall he saw someone cloaked in a dirty ragged sheet that a dingy gray and whoever it was panting in pain as he struggled along. A high level prisoner?
"Halt!"
The person yelped and seemed panicked and started to run off. Running after him Russia knew he would catch up soon. The wobbling fool wouldn't be able to get far. Still it was fast running for it's life. The thing turning away into another hall and Russia turned catching it by the waist and tried to pull him back but they slipped and landed hard on the hard concrete floor.
"N-No!"
Hands flew up and started to hit him. Pretty strong for someone who seemed to be having trouble escaping. Russia grabbed the wrist and half them in one arm and forced them above the other still hidden face in the makeshift cloak sheet.
"Stop… please! Please… please, let me go…" The voice trembled pitifully.
Russia reached down and pulled the sheet off violently. He wanted to know who this was. Who was escaping from prison in America's house. And this might have been the same one that had been running away from last time. As the sheet pulled back left him in utter shock.
frightened blue eyes looked up to space unable to focus, Cleary something wrong with them as fresh tears rolled down his face. The dirt smudged places on the pale skin, the dull hair messy and coated with what looked like blood. The tore clothes hung there and bruises here and there, both new and old and some fading.
"Это не может быть ..." Russia whispered breathlessly.
A whimpering voice made his stomach turn.
"Ru ... России? Пожалуйста, скажите мне, что ты ... пожалуйста, пусть это будет вам ..."
"America…"
This was a dream and I woke up to type it out. I hopes it's not to bad but I might just make this one a one-shot or continue it.
It feels like a one- shot right?
"Это не может быть ..." = It can not be
"Ru ... России? Пожалуйста, скажите мне, что ты ... пожалуйста, пусть это будет вам ..." = Russia? Is that you? Please let it be you…