A Wish Granted
A Note: Salut, mes amis! Ça va? As per the usual, I don't own Hetalia. That's a given. If I did, I wouldn't be writing for , would I? I'd be busy creating more of the actual story, for people like me to generate more ridiculous fandom. This is the first Hetalia fic I have ever written, and here's the real kicker:
IT'S HET.
That's right, this isn't yaoi. It's straight! I know, it's shocking, and your very world is being torn from its axis and ripped to pieces. But enjoy it anyway, like I do. *laughs*
Part I
He was hiding somewhere in the big, empty, drafty house. He had long since disappeared down a hallway, hastily excusing himself (or something like that) as soon as he had seen her.
"Ivan, oh Ivan…where did you go?" She whispered to herself. The threadbare carpet barely absorbed her voice or her footsteps as she glided down the vacant hall, twisting doorknobs as she went. They all gave, and she frowned in disappointment. So then he was on a different floor?
No.
As she closed the last door, something moved in the dark, dusty recesses of the room beyond. Crafy, hiding in one of the unlocked rooms this time.
"I found you."
A whimper like an injured animal was the reply she received as she flung the door wide. The rush of air stirred up a flurry of dust, and she heard Ivan cough and sneeze. Hiding behind that table, then? Confidently she strode through the dim room, and promptly overturned the obstructive piece of furniture. Ivan yelped and backed against the wall, his shining violet eyes regarding her with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Nervously, his gaze darted around her, and as he attempted to dash past her, a well-aimed swing of Ivan's very own cold metal friend was rewarded with a sound thwack. Ivan collapsed in an unconscious heap in the dust, and Nathalya smiled wickedly at his back.
He couldn't get away now.