Russian Roulette

Chapter 1

By Robin Gurl

(Yes, I've officially hit the Hetalia fandom. I found it awhile ago but I was too chicken to write anything, afraid I'd mess stuff up. But I've been an avid Germany/Italy fan since the beginning and then one night I had a dream with this plot (the first two chapters are exactly how it happened in my dream) and decided it was time to start a Hetalia Fic.)

The visit from the Russian's was supposed to be innocent, nothing more than a get together to perhaps keep tensions down. Germany's boss had arranged this meeting without Germany's full consent which had obviously pissed him off.

"Why do you have to meet with that crazy man, Germany? Aren't I better company?" Italy whined again for the fifth time in less than ten minutes. He was sitting on the edge of Germany's desk flaying about as usual. "He's awful scary and he puts curses on people!"

"Italy, how many times do I have to tell you, England was pulling your leg. Russia does not curse people." Germany responded, he sighed before patting the knee closest to him. "And besides," He started turning a bright red, unable to look Italy in the eye. "I won't….ahem…let him ..well…hurt you."

Italy still looked unsure as he folded his hands neatly in his lap going quiet. This gesture was abnormal and caused Germany to look up concerned. He suddenly hopped off the desk with a determined look on his face and ran out of the room.

As if reading his mind Germany called out after him, "Do not use the bed linens as a white flag or I will behead you!"

The get together had gone extremely well minus Russia's evil prank on Italy before the luncheon had even begun. Germany didn't know what to say as a response when Russia had appeared from the shadows sitting on a chair chanting some nonsense at Italy. Whatever he'd said in Italian had officially scared Italy to the point where during the meal, Italy didn't touch a thing. The problem was it wasn't like Germany could say anything, he may have told Italy that the rumors weren't true but in all honesty he was scared of Russia. "Italy just eat a little bit other wise you will faint during training today."

Before Italy could respond Russia spoke in his heavily accented voice looking directly at his food. "Da, please do. It is no fun scaring someone who faints so easily. It energizes me to hear your screams and know you are terrified. You need to keep up your strength in order to be frightened."

Italy's face went ashen and the fork he'd just picked up clattered back to the table. Germany felt his temper rise and he tried to keep it in, having Russia as an ally would help and this also wasn't the first time someone had scared Italy shitless, it was going to be alright. Italy had tougher skin than he admitted. However, there was only so much he could take himself at his friends being insulted.

"I am glad you came to visit, Russia. I hope you are enjoying your stay." He finally said in a forced polite way.

"Da, it is much warmer here than in my home. We should live together, Germany. I am sure I would be more help to you than your other allies. We could work together and take over the world."

Rarely had anyone ever offered that to him with such sincerity. Germany glanced up wanting to respond but not knowing what to say. "Nein, that's alright. Right now I am quite satisfied with my countries position in the world." He saw Italy relax slightly and Germany patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Italy, I'm not going to ask again, eat something."

The tone in Germany's voice had changed and Italy sat up straight and kept his eyes off Russia and ate the wurst slowly. Both of them missed Russia's evil smile.

"I see. Well then I must be off, we must do this again some time, da?" Russia said suddenly standing. "Stay strong, Italy. I look forward to our next meeting. I won't forget your screams, they will give me good dreams."

Italy choked on a bite of wurst, trying to get it to go down. Germany hit his back a couple of times sighing.

"Leaving already, Mr. Russia? But you just got here." Germany's boss exclaimed standing with him and motioning for Germany to follow suit.

"Sit here and finish eating, I'll be back as soon as I see him off." Germany stood and placed his napkin on the empty plate then walked towards the door.

Italy watched Germany leave before slumping in his chair letting out a shakey breath. Sweat ran down his face as he tried to calm his beating heart. Russia was gone and no one had been cursed, it was going to be ok. He tried to pick up his fork again to finish his food like he'd promised Germany but suddenly there were three wursts on his plate not just one. "Oh…dear.." He stabbed what he thought was the real wurst but got nothing but plate.

"Italy, either eat or leave it alone but don't play with your food." Germany's voice scared him, it sounded louder than normal. "Italy?"

Vertigo washed over his senses as he tried to stand up and run to Germany. Thankfully the other man caught on that something was right and was at his side immediately. "What's wrong?"

"The world, Germany, it really is round. I can feel it."

"What?" Germany held Italy's face in his hands and gazed into Italy's eyes. They were glazed over and unfocused. "Are you feeling dizzy?"

Italy's eyes started to close and he fell forward into Germany's arms. "Sorry, I tried to eat the wurst…"

End Chapter 1

(So..er..how did I do? )