This is my first Hetalia fanfiction. I hope you like it. P.S. I do not own Hetalia.
They both had been through a lot. With the wars and rebellions, they had grown to be very weak. The two had never even talked to each other even though they had gone through the same things. No one knew what was in store for them.
Their names are Russia (yes, he has the same name as that big country over in Asia) and Sicily (also, named after a country). They were two of a kind but no one knew and neither did they.
It started out on very dismal day; the sun had been covered with dark clouds. Everybody was forced into a cupcake factory. A lot of people had complained about their wet clothes. Some were fine with it. Almost everybody had complained about the smell of the factory. It was a sweet, luscious scent. It made a lot of people's mouths water. The owners had told them that they could not have any of the cupcakes.
Russia was really tired so he sat down on what he thought was a chair but it turned out to be a mound of flour. The powder flew up and covered the person nearest to him with flour. It turned out to be Sicily. He looked up and saw her and apologized to her. She just said,
"It's okay; I'm used to this kind of stuff. Since my brothers are obsessed over pasta."
"Oh, well then at least let me help you get cleaned off. It was my fault, after all."
She didn't resist. He was so sweet and polite. She could also see that there was something mysterious about him. He just wiped all the flour off of his face. She noticed his eyes, a nice tone of purple. She thought that was kind of odd, having purple eyes. He caught her gaze, and she looked away. He asked her if she would like to take a walk around the factory with him. Of course, she said yes.
As they were walking, they just talked away about their selves. They finally stopped on a bridge over a vat of water. As he was talking, he was getting closer and closer to her. He started leaning toward her, in a casual way, as if he was going to tell her a secret. When he was about three inches away, she started to lean too. They met in the middle, first just lightly touching lips then getting very deep.
After about five seconds, she broke it off. She turned around, so she would not be tempted. He stood there in confusion, wondering why she did that. She tried focusing herself so she could tell him why she broke it off. He turned around too and started walking away, when only to be stopped by her. She was telling him to not go.
Finally, after a moment she told him why. It was because of a relationship before. She had been seriously hurt. He took her in his arms saying he would never try to hurt her. She looked up into his eyes to see if he was telling the truth. She was met with a kiss. This time she did not break it off.
Then from out of nowhere, somebody pushed them both into the vat of water. He broke the water first, looking for Sicily. He found her and helped keep her head above the water. He then searched for whoever had pushed them in. It was his sister, Belarus (also named after a country). She has been obsessed over Russia since they were kids. The weird thing is, is that Belarus wants to marry her own brother. He wants nothing to do with her.
They made their way over to the edge of the vat. Russia had carried Sicily down the ladder with ease. He set her down on the ground very carefully. He knew that he had finally found the one person he wants to be with for life.
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