This is my first Hetalia Fanfiction please be nice. I am used to writing Sailor Moon Stories so yeah. Enjoy! :)
It was a snowy night. The very thought of snow made Alfred F. Jones even more depressed. He didn't like the cold, but who could blame him? Alfred sighed as he turned on his flat-screen TV. 'Why couldn't things go as planned?' He wondered as he stared blankly at the TV. Alfred didn't what to do now that his brother left for his own home. Suddenly Alfred's front door opened. Alfred hadn't expected anyone to come over. 'Now who the fuck could be here?' Alfred thought as he grabbed his gun and started to walk out of his living room. He frozen in his footsteps when he heard a Russian accent.
"Oh Amerika! Where are you?"
The said American peeked around the corner to find Ivan Braginski also known as Russia standing in his foyer. Alfred was surprised that Russia was at his house especially at this time of night.
"What the fuck do you want, Russia?" America darkly said as he stepped into the foyer.
"Oh nothing much. I just wanted to see my favorite country."
Something was up. Russia really didn't have favorite countries and when he did it usually meant trouble.
"Now, I know what you think, but I'm here for something a little more fun." Ivan said as he approached Alfred in a few easy strides. The next thing Alfred knew he was pinned to the wall. His gun was knocked out of his hand and it was the whole way across the room.
"Russia! What the fuck are you doing? I am not in the mood for games."
"But this is not a game, America. Now you will be quite for a while, da? Or do I have to quite your mouth for you?" Russia leaned into Alfred's face, making him look creepier than usual. America was afraid. Yes, for once the Hero was afraid.
"Wha-What are you gonna do?" Alfred said as he looked into to Russia's purple eyes, nearly getting lost in them. Russia simply smiled at the younger nation's fear of him.
"I said, What are yo-" Before America could finish Russia closed the space between the two with a deep and passionate kiss. Alfred softly moaned. The next thing Alfred knew was Ivan's hand was making its way up his shirt.
"Shall we continue in bed, da?"