World Diversity
Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairings: Will be listed by chapter. For this one, RusAme.
Warnings: Again, will be listed by chapter. For this, actually nothing. Just an overabundance of fluff.

Notes: Don't worry to any of you people who are waiting for the next chapter to Turn of the Cards, it's in the works. I just felt the need to share all the drabbles and ficlets that don't exactly merit its own standalone fic for so here is the place it's all gonna go. It's gonna have all sorts of shiz. Crack, angst, fluff, you name it. And pairs are all my ships or requests from friends. Don't like a pairing? I'm sorry, please feel free to skip over it. Love my stuff? Thank you! I would appreciate it even more if you'd leave feedback. As a writer, there's nothing more I love than getting response. (Which has also been somewhat of a thing for Turn of the Cards... I've hit a depression funk and the fact there's a lot of favorites and watches, but hardly any comments has bothered me.) But enough ranting, I'll let you read on! -hearts-


Daring - RusAme
Prompt from: Torayashachan
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Most of the Nations never dared to actively poke at or test Russia's patience.

None of them ever tried to pry beneath his walls and see what made him tick.

None ever attempted to get to know him beyond more than a working relationship. (And even then, that term was used loosely.)

None bothered him.

Except America.

Only that Nation dared to poke at his defenses, dared to try and figure him out.

Only Alfred had ever attempted to get to know him beyond just a working business relationship.

And Ivan decided, as he watched how the American fearlessly pressed close to him, nimble and deft fingers pulling at his scarf in order to wind it around his own shoulders with that childishly broad grin, that he would be the only one allowed to.