A Russia/America? I guess so~ Its a songfic that'll have at least 3 chapters, so if you read this, then expect more! Also, I'm going to be using the same song for all of the chapters.
I don't own Hetalia, or the song Psychobabble.
Sorry its so short! Please Review~
'How did you get this number?
I can't get my head 'round you.'
The phone rang. No one ever really called my house anymore, probably because they thought I was to annoying too even talk to. So as soon as it started ringing, I did what I would naturally do, and ran to get it.
"Hello?" I sounded out of breathe, even to myself… it must have been because I had been in the basement when it had started ringing.
"Amerika?" It was that Commie! Why would he be calling here? How did he even get my home number? I don't even remember giving it away, not even to England…
"What do you want, commie? How did you even get my number!" he chucked, as if my distress was funny to him, that bastard.
"I wanted to come over, da? I also just looked in the phone book, silly." Shiiit…didn't I tell the president to not put my number in the phone book? Grah! How did Russia get his hands on an American phone book anyway…he's like an annoying stalker…Oh My God…he's stalking me! During my freak out, Ivan, who was on the other side of the phone, was quite confused. Why wasn't America answering him?
"Amerika? Are you still there?"
"U-Uh…Yeah…"
'Of course you're not coming over.
Snap out of it,
You're not making any sense.'
As I transferred to a cordless phone, I could hear him on the other side, breathing. There's no way that Russia was coming over to my house! Who knows what he would try to do while we were alone. For all I know, he could be a creepy rapist…heck, I know he's a creepy rapist! Just look at what he did to the Baltics!
"You're not coming over Russia! I don't want you in my house, and I don't even want to be talking to you right now!" I sat on one of the chairs in my living room. I was on edge, I didn't want him here. Why was he even Calling? It didn't make any sense…
"I thought we were friends, Amerika. You don't hate me, da? I don't remember you acting like you hate me, except for the cold war…"
I said no! We're not friends, I don't even know where you got that idea!"
"But you never yell at me or anything…"
I sighed in frustration. I have no clue how he got those ideas either. I never yell at him because I never talk to him. In fact, I ignore him any chance I get. Why didn't I just hang up, anyway?
'You couldn't be more wrong, darling
I never gave out these signs…
You misunderstood no meaning.
Snap out of it,
I'm not falling for this one.'
I hung up without saying goodbye. I don't even know why I didn't do that in the first place. It's not like he'd call back, right?
But…I was kind of happy someone called. Why didn't I invite him over, or call him my friend? Was it because I held some sort of grudge against him? I don't think I hold a grudge…besides, he was the offering friendship, even if he is creepy, he's still a person with thoughts…
'If love is surrender…
Than whose war is this anyway?'
Ivan put the phone down after it started beeping. Alfred had hung up on him…but why? All's he wanted was to go to his house, because Alfred wasn't afraid of him, and he thought they could be friends. It's not like he was a random rapist stalker guy…
He thought about calling again…but then again, Alfred might not pick up. He'd try again tomorrow…
To tell you the truth, Ivan had a sort of crush on Alfred…he had ever since the cold war, simply because no one would usually challenge him, or engage him in war without allies of some sort. Oh well, maybe Alfred would come around when he called back tomorrow…