Aaaaand here I go again making a new story instead of working on my others. Trust me, I've got a crapload of stories to write n' publish. Plus, it certainly doesn't help that I have a mind that creates a dream so creative that I must use them for a plot.(Cause, I mean, who wouldn't think that a dream of finding out about your (famous)ancestor and their secrets, but the twist here is, you must figure out the quest in order to free 2-4 of your friends from a broken elevator.) Ok, that may be ridiculous,(about the elevator, not the quest.) but I am going to use that plot, but for a different fandom, not Hetalia.

My friends thought I was taking something to come up with this idea, well you guys, I was taking cocaine.(Not really, I was actually high on crack.)

WELL YOU GUYS, NOW YOU HAVE WHAT YOU WANTED, HAVE FUN.

Hetalia shall never be mine, but I shall soon have the casts of Nekotalia...

A tall man with platnium blonde hair with purple eyes walked through the expensive looking restaurant, holding the gray tray in his hand with the high quality tequila expertly resting on it despite the bumpy movements.

He reached the table where the customers ordered the alcoholic drink and he inwardly laughed when the cowardly hid in fear at the approaching man. Obviously scared of him, for he was infamous in the area.

Because he is Ivan Braginski, the former assassin hitman who was very famous and skilled in killing people. Although he was sentenced to death 3 years ago after being caught, but someone stopped his incoming death.

Ivan didn't know who he or she were, but he wanted to know who it was. The tall man was certainly grateful, and he had even ended his career in killing.

"This tequila is yours, da?"He asked in a smooth Russian accented voice, gently placing the drink on the table, surprising for who he is. The people trembled, scooching as far away as the can, only able to nod in answer of Ivan's question, causing him to give them a fake smile. The Russian bowed to them slightly, and observed them as they fidgeted in his presence."Enjoy."

It was meant to be a kind, welcoming word, but the letters came out in bitterness from his mouth, hatred tinted and almost forced out. It sounded like disappointment. Their tense body relaxed as he walked away, and Ivan bit his lower lip. People were too judging. Thought Ivan, rage quickly spread from his body before immediately calming down when getting into the kitchen. It was always strangely enough calming him down, and his manager also helped.

But it was quite the surprise to see said manager, Francis Bonneyfoy, at the door, as if waiting for someone.

"Ivan!"He called in his French accent, indicating that the blonde was waiting for the Russian."There you are, we have very important guests coming and I decided that you would serve them."

"Hm~? Who are they?"

Francis winked at the waiter."The two princes of Italy and Japan."

That ends the first chapter! This will become a Rusita story, cause they were the names drawn from my Box of Nations(not). It literally came to the top of my head and my friends got some spoilers about what is going to happen. Hurrhurr.

But I seem to have a problem to keep making the first chapter short of every of my chaptered stories ;n;

R&R!