This is my first story in quite some time, and I have little confidence in the skill of my pen. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome. I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia, or any characters associated with it. All characters mentioned belong to Hidekaz Himaruya, unless otherwise stated. With that, I bid you welcome, and enjoy.
-Kitten
"Amelia," Ivan set his newspaper aside and took a shaky breath. "I must speak with you."
Amelia put her phone on the breakfast table and stretched. "Sure thing, Vanya, what's up?"
"I have done something, Amelia." He hesitated. "Something that no one should ever do."
She leaned forward in her chair. "This isn't about that time you recorded over The Walking Dead, is it? 'Cause I can always watch it online, and-"
"Nyet, Amelia, this is... this is much worse. I..." He looked her in the eyes. "I never wanted to hurt you, Mishka, please know this. I only want you to be happy."
Her expression faltered for a moment. "I know that, Vanya. I'm sure whatever happened was just an honest mistake."
"It was a mistake, that much is true." He let out a bitter chuckle. "It is my fault, and... I cannot run from it anymore. I must... I must admit to it before it eats me alive."
"Then, hey, I'm not stopping you, babe. Go right ahead."
"I..." The tension hanging over his head was so strong, he was amazed even his oblivious little sunflower couldn't sense it. He spoke almost at a whisper. "I have been with another woman."
Silence. Amelia felt as if the floor had disappeared beneath her, and she was falling, falling, falling.
"You mean...?" Her voice was soft, trembling slightly.
A single nod was all he could muster.
"When? Who-"
"You remember a month ago, when we were fighting?"
She nodded, not meeting his eyes.
"I was... I wanted to spite you, I was angry and foolish, and there was this woman who... Every day she would try to flirt with me, and every day I reminded her that I was married... but that day I did not. Or the day after, or the day after that. I never thought-" His voice broke. "I never wanted it to go so far, but before I knew what was happening, I had lost control. I am..." He was crying, but he barely noticed it. "I am sorry."
She looked at him for a moment, her wide eyes beginning to fill with tears. Slowly, as though she'd shatter at any moment, she stood and pushed in her chair.
"I need some time to think about this. Alone."
Ivan did not answer. Quickly, stiffly, Amelia went upstairs to their bedroom, shut the door, and screamed.