came up with a FRussia fic plot... I liked it. I hope those who read it do too! I know that this should wait for until kitty ears gets another chapter but I have severe writers block for that one and haven't been able to think of the perfect way to start another chapter... I'm gonna make it as extremely depressing as I can!(shhhhh!)...*smirk* also... if I get at least 7 different reviews for this story chapter, I will post a SuFin fluff! (i guarantee good fluffiness) but i understand if people don't wanna read my fic's anymore T^T still! please review so i can tell if this was a good idea to go on!
disclaimer !- i don't own hetalia... and this has no historical accuracy as far as I know.

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"Come come mon cher...! We do not want to be late for another meeting..." Heads turned to see France calling to someone in the hall.

"Who is the frog talking to...? Someone that doesn't know France decided they have a relationship?" Britain scoffed turning the page of the meeting pamphlet and took a sip of his tea. America leaned around the corner of the door and suddenly ran back to his seat. Everyone looked at the usually energetic blonde, who now shrunk down into the chair.

"What happened America...?" China looked up in time to see the flambuoyant Frenchman enter the room with the tall, violet-eyed Russian by the scarf.

"Bonjour! Has everyone been waiting for me...? We had a little problem with the doorman..." England jumped to his feet and jabbed a finger at the other blonde.

"Wh-what the bloody hell are you doing here with him!" France turned to face the bushy-browed man.

"What are you taking about?" Russia tugged lightly on France's cloak."Yes mon cher... I will be right with you..." The silverette nodded with a tiny grin and sat down at the far end of the table."What is so strange?"

"S-since when have you ever...?" China scowled at the blonde man.

"Russie and moi? Oh... it was just last month. My boss suggested that I try and reach across the usual borders... and I recalled having visited to him a long time ago. I decided to ask him over and me being my charming and attractive self..." He trailed off suggestively. America finally jumped up.

"Y-you mean...?"

"I will leave that to you to decide..." France shrugged went to sit in the Russian's lap. Ivan grinned, wrapping his large arms around the blonde's waist. The room was in shock, but the meeting had to continue. The Englishman continued to stare at them in his peripheral vision throughout the meeting.

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"Russia, cheri... We should head home..." France tried to pull the taller nation from the vending machine in the hall, while the others began to head out. Ivan stared at the drinks but couldn't see anything he wanted.

"We go to get drinks then we go home, da?" France smiled, pinching Ivan's cheeks and sighed.

"Alright... Anything for you mon amour..." Russia pulled him into a bear hug as they walked out of the building. Once they were out, Russia looked back and released the blonde from his grip.

"They fell for the plan, da...?" France smirked and nodded.

"Anglettere was watching me all through the meeting... Success."

"China could not keep his eyes away either..." He chuckled and turned back to France's car."We really go for drinks though , da...?" France nodded at his partner.

"Of course. I said we would, didn't I?" Russia grinned as they got in and headed for the nearest bar.

sorry it was a short first chapter. please do review though. I wanna know so I can either continue or drop this story. YAY reviews! OwO