Yeah so I know this took me a looooong time to post but forgive me. Last year was not a good year for me, Like I promised, a re-do of Chapter 1. I'm also looking for a beta so if anyone wants that title, help me out here. I'm surprised so many people liked mah story. I didn't think it'd be that popular.
Russia cast a sidelong glance over his shoulder every two or three minutes. Ever since what happened in the meeting, he really couldn't help it, for his paranoia got the best of him. Ivan had never been scared before in his life, everyone was always afraid of him.
He and Germany had been planning a meeting, Germany had wanted to merge their countries or at least become allies. Russia had chuckled and agreed, why wouldn't he? Everyone practically ran for their lives when he was near, so when the opportunity came he jumped for it. All he had to do was not mess it up. Ivan once again peered over his shoulder, shuddering at the thought of what happened in the meeting room.
"Auf Wiedersehen, Russia." Germany stated before leaving the room. Russia artificial smile faltered as soon as the German left the room. Russia heaved a big sigh, This is going to kill me if I keep this up. Well, the other countries will be happier if I'm gone, so I guess I'd be doing them a favor. Russia let out a dry, humorless laugh, only reflecting how sad he was on the inside. Russia shook his head sadly and reached on the table for his things. His neck suddenly felt very warm, looking to see what it was, Ivan let out an indignant yelp.
Standing right there was America, who had a smug smirk on his face. Man, he's being more annoying than usual lately, he won't stop staring at me, it's creepy! Russia couldn't help but inwardly let out an exasperated sigh, he didn't know why, but as of late America had been following him everywhere. Only time he felt safe now was at home, he was getting tired of pretending not to know. Russia 'smiled' and glanced upward at the American, "You startled me, I thought you had already left with England. Why are you so close?" He questioned uncomfortably.
America stepped back still smirking and Russia suddenly had a foreboding feeling of dread. "Nah, I ..uh stayed behind 'cause I wanted to talk to you." He stated, his voice a few tones deeper than usual. Russia looked at him confusedly, "Well how come I didn't see you when I was talking to Germany?" America's smirk faltered slightly. "Well, I was in the back of the room, you probably didn't see me" America lied, hoping Russia bought it, which he did. "Oh, alright. So what did you want to talk about?" He moved closer to the Russian, to the point where they were almost chest to chest. He leaned down to Russia's ear, gripping his almost feminine hips and whispered huskily in his ear, "About that…. I'd like to become one with Mother Russia." His voice was seductive and it made a shiver go down poor Ivan's spine while his face was beet red.
Russia brought his hands up to America's chest, pushing him away lightly. "That's not what I meant, I mean to become a big family with the rest of the world." America's hands began to rub up and down on Russia's hips, roughly bringing him closer. He pulled Ivan's scarf down with his teeth and began to kiss on the side of his neck. The Russian's hands were trapped between he and America's hard toned chest, so struggling was futile. "America, stop this at once!" His voice fell on deaf ears, a the American's ministrations became more needy. One hand gripped both of Ivan's small hands tightly, while the other slipped to the belt of the Russian's pants. Russia's eyes widened considerably, and his struggling became more frantic. "America! Please sto- ah!"
America paused and looked at the smaller male, who was blushing crimson, and gave him a leering smile. "Stop? You don't sound like you want me to stop." He chuckled menacingly and cupped his member through the fabric of his silk boxers, earning a high pitched mewl of pleasure from the latter.
He let go of Russia's hands, the now unoccupied hand travelling up his shirt, pinching and squeezing the rosy buds. Russia quickly took the opportunity of his free hands and shoved the American off, quickly dashing for the door. Russia heard an angry shout from America, but didn't look back, he just continued to run. Not long after, Russia heard the footsteps fade, glad that America had eaten all of those fast foods. Russia continued on for a few blocks, turning down one of the many crowded streets of New York. He checked over his shoulder one last time, before slowing down.
He looked at his surroundings and quickly spotted a fast food restaurant. He sprinted over to it, rushing inside panting slightly. He looked around, not seeing many people in the restaurant, but figured it was because it was around 9 p.m. Ivan glanced at the cashier, who held his face in his palm while his elbow propped on the counter, staring boredly at the still panting male. "Where is the restroom?" The cashier only raised an eyebrow and pointed in the direction of the restroom, dull blue eyes following Ivan's every movement.
Russia quickly made it inside, seeing no one else, he pulled out his cell phone. He contemplated on who he could talk to at the moment. Big sister, no her boss won't let her see me. Belar-no, just no. China told me to stay away… Germany! He quickly dialled Germany's number.
The phone ringed for about thirty-seconds before he picked up, "H-hallo?" Germany sounded tired, like he just woke up and Russia felt bad for waking him. "Germany…? I-I know this is sudden, b-but could I say with you for a couple of nights? I don't want to be alone…" He trailed off realizing he sounded like a child. There was some shuffling on the other line, as Germany shot up from his slouched position in worry. "Ja, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Russia's lip trembled, "I'm okay… I'll tell you when I get there. What hotel are you at?" He asked shakily.
After Germany told Russia his hotel address, he quickly made it there via cab.
Russia hurriedly took the elevator to the fifth floor, finding room 285 in a heart beat. He knocked on the door softly. After a few short moments of silence, he was wondering if it was too quiet, but the door swung open to reveal Germany, his hair in a mop, showing he did not straighten it from his time asleep. "Come in." He welcomed while stepping aside making room for the other.
Russia nodded, and stepped inside, immediately confronted by the German after he'd closed the door. "So, is there a good reason for as to why you woke me up in the middle of the night?" His voice was stern, his gaze cold, make Ivan got no response and looked at Russia, mentally slapping himself for not noticing when the Russian first stepped into his house.
His eyes softened as did his tone, "Russia are you alright? You aren't smiling." At those word the dam broke and Russia cried uncontrollable tears. Germany was at Russia's side in not time, pulling him in for a hug, cringing when the other flinched. Russia looked at Germany with big teary violet eyes, "You're the o-only person I can trust, that's why I came to y-you…" This just broke Germany's heart, but he let him continue, "S-so I came to you b-because America t-tried to rape me…" Germany swore his heart stopped.
Whelp there's your re-do I'm gonna post chapter 3 soon to make up for my lateness. R&R! Russia: Puddingcup00 does not own Hetalia: Axis Powers nor does she make any prophit from this awesome story.