Well, this is my first story…. I was listening to "I hate Everything About You" when something just clicked into my head… and I had to get it down on paper and before I knew it, it turned into a Russia/America thing so enjoy!

Title: I Hate Everything About You

Rating:T

Pairing: Russia/ America

Warning: foreign language (bottom includes language definition =), bad language, and excessive drinking

Summary: we get inside America's head as he reveals his thoughts about a certain Russian lying in his bed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia, nor the song "I hate everything about you" which is what the story is based on.


It was the end of the G8 meeting and everyone was ecstatic to go home and eat real food, not hamburgers and fries. Before the meeting ended it had been decided that the world meeting was to be held in America.

'What better way, then to get it over with' was what was on everyone's mind when America suggested his first ever useful idea.


And now here's Russia at the airport ready to head home to his peace and serenity.

'Союз нерушимый республик свободных, Сплотила навеки Великая Русь….' Russia reached into his pocket and took out his small old cell phone. The caller id indicated that the call was coming from his house.

"привет?" he heard static for a while, then heavy breathing, as if someone had been holding their breath.

"Oh, brother…" Russia stayed silent; to shocked to say anything.

"Natalia? Wha- what are you doing at my house?"

"I came to wait for your arrival dear brother. You do come home today right?" Russia didn't even want to know where she got such information from… he sighed, then turns and hurry's to change his flight date.

"дарагі брат?"

"…. Um, no I will not be coming home today, we had to cancel the meeting yesterday and today, so we will be resuming tomorrow" he lied.

"Then what is two more days in waiting? I will always wait-"

"No, I will not be home until two weeks from now" …'Shit'

"Then I will wait until you come back…"

"HET! I- I mean why wait when you can go home to a more familiar place and in two weeks meet me at the air port?" He wasn't so sure that his lie would follow though to her.

"If that is what brother wants…" Russia spaced out, lost in thought.

'Yes! That is exactly what I want!'… "Yes, yes now go home"

"Brother?"

'Oh, no…'…"Y- yes?"

"When you come home I will be waiting in a wedding gown so we can get-"

'click'

He didn't want to hear the last word.

Russia stood in place for a moment until he dialed every bridal shop in Russia and Belarus to have it closed for the next two weeks.


A few hours later Russia wandered to a bar, sitting on a stool staring at the liquor cabinets while he had a little more than a few drinks of his own. He felt bad lying to Belarus about coming home in two weeks, but it had to be done. And now because of a flight change he wasted more than a good portion of his money for a hotel night.

He instantly thought of America.

'Perhaps he will let me have a sleepover at his house' a wide grin spreading across his face at the thought. 'Yes I am sure he would not mind, I do have a promise to keep after all.'

With that he decides to celebrate with more liquor for his brilliant idea.

After a few hours and a ton of vodka, Russia found himself wondering about the American's neighborhood. It's time to set his plan into motion.

He approached the doorsteps with a wide grin on his face before finally knocking on America's door and quickly getting into character.

"Let the show begin."


Okay well that's the first part of the story, please let me know what you think, also have a happy Thanksgiving!

'Союз нерушимый республик свободных, Сплотила навеки Великая Русь….' Solviet national anthem- "United forever in friendship and labour, Our mighty republics will ever endure." (Russian)

"привет?" –"hello?" (Russian)

"дарагі брат?"- "dear brother" (Belarusian)

"HET" – NO (Russian)