When a Commie and a Nazi Meet...

Ch.1

Hiiiiii This is my first story~! Hetalia, RusPrus, Rated M to be safe in case something possibly happens in the future -U- So yeah, if you no like-y lemon, gore, blood, traumas, or the storyline that Russia went insane during the cold War/Wall of Berlin period, please GTFO. And if you're here for all that, Pleasepleasepleaseplease review and tell me what you think of my writing, and if you think I should continue the story, if you want to recommend something, ect. I don't mind if you point out something, I want to improve! Danke and please enjoy!

*Disclaimer* Haha you funny bastards. No, Hetalia belongs to that guys who's name I can never pronounce properly, so we'll just say Himaruya-Senpai cuz that's all I can remember of his name. If I owned Hetalia, there would be more BL and RusPrus moments~

*Gilbert's POV*-

Just another ordinary, unawesome, boring as hell day. That idiot America was droning on about some invention to save the people which he would probably never use.

Again.

So all in all, everything is fine, thanks for asking. The sun isn't up, the birds are still fucking sleeping, and all the countries still have the energy to scream at each other. That weirdo Greek guy is so lucky, being able to sleep through the whole meeting like that. To make matters worse, the meeting is being held in Russia.

Worst.

Fucking.

Unawesome.

Country.

Ever.

I swear, that guy is the most unawesome thing to step on this earth. The things that he did to me while he had me captive...

I'd rather not remember them.

So anyways, here I am, trying to slip out unnoticed, when I suddenly walk right into someone. I fell on my bottom and rubbed my head, damn that hurt! "What the fucking hell w-"I stop mid-word as I see who I had bumped into. That Russian that I was just telling you about? The one who did all those unpleasant things? Yeah, well, he's kinda standing on front of me now. He's just staring at me with a confused expression, as if he didn't know that I was there.

Well, what do you expect after not seeing someone for nearly thirty years?

I stumbled to get up, my eyes wide in shock and a twinge of fear (Just a twinge!), and I ran into the deserted hallways, ignoring his calls to slow down behind me. Running as fast as awesomely possible (pretty damn fast), I finally spotted the door and made a mad dash for it. Well, wasn't I an idiot. Of course, it's still Russia, and it's still the middle of winter. And the reason that we're staying here is still the same: that damned snowstorm has been waging for almost two days now, snowing us in until it stopped. I instantly slammed the door shut once again, and ran back in direction in which I had come from, into a warm chest and a large pair of arms. They wrapped around me tightly, obviously not planning on letting me go anytime soon. I struggled and cursed, demanding to know who this person was. Not just anyone can go ahead touching someone as awesome as me! When I pulled back enough to see the face of my captor, my eyes widened. So yeah, first I run into him, then I'm being hugged by a crying him... Not fun.

It kind of scared me at how many tears were running down his face at once, as if a waterfall was running down his face. I didn't really know what to do. I mean, how on earth do you comfort someone that held you captive for roughly thirty years, did unthinkable things to you during those thirty years, and now is hugging you and crying for no reason?

Yeah, thought so.

I didn't really know what to do. He had buried his face into my shoulder and started bawling his eyes out, though I'm glad that he did it silently. His shoulders were shaking violently, and his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. You have no idea how happy I was that we were alone. My hand awkwardly patted his back, trying to indicate that I needed air. He sniffed and pulled his face back, his eyes puffy and red from crying. He sniffed, and met my gaze.

The world just stopped for a moment.

Have you ever heard someone say that some things can't be expressed with words?

Yeah, well, I guess this is what they mean.

His gaze was so sincerely sorry, begging for forgiveness. I wanted to look away from the burning stare, almost ravaging my soul for the tiniest shred of forgiveness, but I didn't. I held the intense gaze, my arm dropping to my side. Such a pretty shade of purple. It's hard to believe that those very eyes stared coldly at me while their owner watched me suffer, while he made me suffer. Now all they want is acceptance, forgiveness... Suddenly, I snapped out of my trance-like state and broke free of his grasp, running away. I didn't really know where I was going, nor did I care. All I knew was that I wanted to get away from those watchful violet eyes.