Typical Disclaimer: I don't own Axis powers - Hetalia.
This was my first Hetalia fic right here so if there are any mess ups let me know...I think I got most everything. ;;
Ivan entered his personal office humming pleasantly to himself as he laid out the day's itinerary in his head. He'd been fairly busy lately and had been working a bit later than he normally did lately, such was the life of a feared nation. He paused and took a deep breath of a sweet fragrance that filled his office; sun flowers. A single sun flower had been laid across his desk just like yesterday, the day before and most likely tomorrow. He took great pleasure as he shortened the stem and set the new arrival in a bright blue vase with several others. All in varying degrees of stages from the relatively new to a few badly fading sun flowers which he disposed off. "One for everyday of the year." He smiled and eased himself into a large leather chair as he stared of into space."My little admirer is very determined. Sneaking into my office everyday like this. But still..." he slumped forward onto his desk, cheek in hand. "...I am getting tired of all this waiting, yes?" He continued about his business only to find some of them already complete. Confused, but happy, he opened his scheduling book to find a pink slip of paper. ah,yes. I remember now, Latvia is on vacation. Time for servant number two.
"Now looky here! I've said it a hundred times! I'm not joining with Russia! And for pete's sake tell him to rephrase what he says." Estonia sighed as America went on another rant about how cracked Russia was. Although true, but it was a bit tiring hearing it so often. He jumped as his cell phone buzzed and began to tremor lightly. Only one person would call him during a meeting. He slipped the phone out of his pocket and paled considerably. "Fer god's sake everyone keeps thinkin he's gonna rape them or somethin! 'Become one...' my boot!" America paused "Estonia?"
The phone rang several times before Ivan heard the familiar voice of one of his toys. "H-Hello Russia sir." The nervous voice made him smile. "Estonia! How good of you to pick up! Lithuania seems to have done all my work for me today. Come, you will help me to solve our over populate prison problem. Very easy you see we will take the surplus prisoners to the shooting range er I mean Population Control Center. You will help me yes?" Estonia paled even more as did America, who could hear Russia easily across the table. "But Russia sir I cannot..." "Why not?!" Ivan tossed a heavy revolver onto his desk, he had been playing, what else?, Russian Roulette. He heard the other man's throat clearing on the phone and pouted. "Russia sir, you told me last week to take care of things today so that you could have a day off. I'm currently in the middle of your Goodwill meeting with America..." Estonia's voice was drowned out by America's "'Goodwill'?! 'Goodwill' my heroically tight ass!! What 'good' could happen by 'becoming one' with Russia?" Ivan smirked, America was such an interesting man. Annoying, but interesting. "Why good for me of course!" he answered happily, practically hearing their eyes roll. "Well since I brought this onto myself, I shall leave it in your capable and 'useful' hands." America snickered and Estonia gave him the ' please don't ask' look and Russia hung up and slouched again. Well fudge, now what?
Ivan went for a walk after several more rounds of Russian Roulet. "Bored bored bored." He passed by a small two story home with white paint and blue shutters. The smell wafting from an open window made his mouth water. He checked the time on his pocket watch then looked at the name on the mail box "Lorinaitis? Ah! Toris!" Happy day! Something to do! He stopped halfway to the door when music caught his ear. But it was the occasional thuds that really made him grin. could he really be? He hurried quietly to the open window and peeked in. There, stood Toris in nothing but pajama bottoms and a whit apron smeared with what appeared to be pancake batter. He danced across the stone floor using a slightly drippy whisk as a microphone. Ivan had to bite his hand to keep from laughing too loud. Never in his dreams had he ever thought to catch something like this. He whipped out a small spy camera and took several pictures. It wasn't too long before he caught himself staring very intently at the play of muscles in the arms and back. It took a good deal of will power, but he managed to pull himself together long enough to knock on the door.