Okay time to hit again with Russia's water pipe so read and enjoy! *swings water pipe*
Hetalia does not belong to me…
Summary: Never take a shortcut on your way back home because not everyone is what they claim to be…
1:30 am
It was dark and the only thing that lightens the room was the sudden thunderstorm. His purple eyes inspected every corner of his room searching desperately for something. His hands were clenching on the blankets like his life depended on it. His body was shaking without control and his tears slowly rushed down his face. He wanted to escape, he wanted to run away, but he felt that his body was glued to his bed. He buries himself under the blanket and whispers for hope, but no one answers. Suddenly he feels a cold air surrounding him, but there's no escape.
"Lea-leave me a-alone da!" he shouts, but he still feels the cold air now mingled with the sound of steps and the roaring thunder.
He knows he needs to react or this would be the last day on the face of Earth. He swears that he can feel that knife slowly caress his neck and how those hands gently stroke his ash blonde hair. He swears that even with his eyes close he can see the smile on that face; his bones can also feel it, but no one was there.
"Are you gone? Da" with caution he takes the blankets off and throws them to the floor.
Noticing that the threat was gone he stands in front on the window. The sky was dark, a cold drizzle covered the pavements in silver hue and a thick mist was swirling around. The streetlights were barely visible; difficult to see the tracks on the earth skin. He likes it; he has made a decision that could save his life. He needs to run away before she wakes up, but he feels sorry for the other one. Thinking about this he shut his eyes and realize that all this time she has run from him, so he will run without her; she's the oldest she can take care of herself. He opens his eyes and quickly goes to closet and kneels down grabbing a small wooden chest that he hold tight between his hands.
"It will be better without you, da" he stands and swallows down his fear. Slowly he turns the doorknob and makes his way to the living room with the small chest in his hands.
He reaches the living room without a problem, a small smile builds on his face when his able to open the front door without making any sound. The cold breeze quickly hits his face and he makes a run to the street, but he felt he was fallowed.
2: 20 am
His hands were curl on the driving wheel and the sound of the wipers was making him sick because rather than that everything was quiet. His blue eyes constantly glimpse to the phone next to him that on the screen was saying "23 missing calls". He's really surprise, but he knows who it is so he just shrugged it away. He stopped the car to take a look to the bridge in front of him. When his eyes looked at the bridge it was flooded because of the constant rains.
"So…I guess I have to take another route" he scratch the back of his head and continued with his driving.
His eyes were glued on the road because the view was kind of blurry; hard time to drive. He cursed between his teeth and again glimpse to the phone that was ringing. Deciding that adding another missing call will just make him angrier he grabs the phone and place it between his ear and shoulder and waits for an answer.
"I know I'm late Matt" He says while rolling his blue eyes. "It was my boss fault Matt so stop yelling at me, okay?" he adds.
He stops at a red light and patiently waits while listening to his brother yelling through the phone.
"Matthew? Are you getting your frustration out with me?" he waited a respond. "Yes, you are and if is that way why you don't deal with it alone?"
He continues with his driving when the light changed to green. He was feeling tired, even thought he was arguing with his brother through the phone. His vision was blurry and heavy. The only thing he wished right now is to be at home and sleep until tomorrow. He stopped again when an idea came to his mind.
"Matt, please I'm really piss off right now; shut up!" he shouts and then lower his voice. "Sorry, I know you worry about me, but please" he throws the phone to the passenger seat and reach a highway were the mist was swirling around and a gloomy atmosphere lurk around.
"I really hate this" he sighs.
Feeling a cold air around his body he pushes the accelerator and makes his way thought the dark highway. He quickly glimpse again to the phone that had a message. He slowly reach for it, but it slip off his hands and lands on his feet.
"Damn it" he lowers his head to look for it and grabs it.
Looking again to the road he sees a shadow passing through and he quickly hit the brakes and stops the car. With his heart pounding fast and hands shaking, he slowly opens the door and goes outside. Panting desperately his blue eyes seek around.
"Oh man I almost killed someone!" he says while walking to the front of the car.
Wide-eyed he sees a man sitting on the cold pavement with his arms curl around a small chest, shaking in fear. He quickly rushes to his side and kneels down and places his hand on his shoulder.
"Are you alright sir? Did I hurt you? Agitated he asks without any respond to his questions.
Suddenly he sees amethyst eyes looking straight to his worried face. A smile formed when he find out that the man was alright. He looked innocent and childish in a way; it makes him feel warm.
"What are you doing at this hour? My name's Alfred by the way" He says smiling while helping him to get off the floor.
Alfred felt that a hand curl on his arm; holding it tight with pressure.
"She's fallowing me. She wants to kill me help me. Da" Alfred frowns, but helps him to get inside his car.
"I…will help you…I guess…ummm" he looks while closing the door. "Ivan"
"Okay, Ivan, I will help you" he says cheerfully while starting his car.
Okay here you go first chapter…tell me how it is!