A/N: First chapter's crappy, I know, but they get better. I do not own Hetalia, some other genius does. Russia is a bit OOC here, but, well, it's my fanfic. Deal with it. Please review, it'd make my day.
A/N: Edit: 8/9/12: I've changed a few things, but nothing that affects plot/storyline. If you read the first version, feel free to look at this, but you don't have to. I've made England more hostile and angry at Russia, however, so expect this in later chapters.
~England~EPOV~England~
I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked into the room. No one else was there, and that made me glad. I don't like the other countries much; Germany never laughs, Italy is dumber than a brick, Japan's too quiet, France keeps hitting on me and her brother, which creeps us both out, America's always yelling, and Russia...Russia terrified me. I like a guy who will smile, laugh, talk to me, who will like me, who will be fateful. Someone I can love. There's nobody like that here. I'm alone.
~Russia~RPOV~Russia~
I walked into the meeting room of the countries. England was already there. I thought about saying something, but then decided not to. She looked lost in thought, so I hung back at the doorway, unsure of whether I should go in or not. I had a crush on her, not just because she was beautiful, with her waist-length, wavy blond hair, her vivid green eyes, and her curvy figure. I liked that she was smart, coming up with solutions to problems the others hadn't thought of. She was funny, making jokes to her brother about all kinds of things. She was nice, and helped him out when he needed it- which was quite often. I wished she'd see me for who I really was, but with the other countries so scared of me, and Britain so protective of her, I didn't stand a chance. Just then, England looked up at me.
England~EPOV~England
Well, not anymore. There's Russia, the absolute last person I want to see. Where are overly happy Italians when you need them? I started to grow a bit uneasy- how long had he been standing there? "Hi." I said, and gave a small smile. Maybe if I was polite, he wouldn't get mad. I knew that a mad Russia led to a violent Russia, and I have enough problems. "Privet." He answered, and sat down in front of me. I scoot my chair backwards a couple inches and ask, "How are you?" I don't really want to talk, but it's better than silence. Besides, I prefer to be the one asking the questions, rather than the other way around.
Russia~RPOV~Russia
I was instantly touched. What if she really did care? "You can call me Ivan," I said to her. "And I'm doing very well, thank you. And you?" It was true, really, I was doing as well as could be expected, what with my crazy little sister, my easily upset older sister, and the three Baltics running around the house. "Oh..." England paused, as if to think. "To be honest... I'm not very well." She looked scared, and I wondered if something was wrong with her brother. I put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
England~EPOV~England
I was ready to kill myself. Why on earth had I told him the truth? He didn't need to know that! Suddenly, Russia placed a hand on my shoulder and I started to tremble in fear. What would he do to me? I'd heard rumors about him, and I really didn't like this. Really, really didn't like this. Smiling, he leaned a little closer. "Would you like to spend a few days at my house?" Russia asked. I was about to yell, "Of course not!" and get out of there, when the pressure on my shoulder increased, getting a bit painful. "Pozhalusta." Still smiling, I noticed. "Yes, Russia," I managed to say, fearful of what he might do if I said no. "Yes, Ivan," he corrected, wanting me to use his name like he'd asked earlier. "Yes, Ivan," I repeated, feeling as if I'd just signed my death warrant. Russia squeezed my shoulder one more time, then got up and left the room. I waited a minute, then took off in the other direction to find my brother Britain. I needed a calm, rational person to speak to. Arthur was the best I'd get.
A/N: So sorry for killing off Hungary! Don't worry, England will get revenge.
Translations:
Privet: Hello in Russian
Pozhalusta: Please in Russian