Author's Note: Hello a new story. This one will be A LOT different from my others that I have written. This first chapter is not so bad, but later on it will get a lot more... interesting. This is a roleplay that I am doing with one of my friends over the cold war. I hope that you like it. WARNING FOR CHAPTERS TO COME: yaoi, lemon, torture, and a little more cursing. If you do not like then do not read. Main characters include: Hungary, Romania, Russia, and Bulgaria. Disclaimer I do not own Hetalia.
Hungary is standing in the middle of a kitchen cleaning up the leftovers from dinner. Her hair is pulled back into a single ponytail. She crouches down and looks for some wrap to cover the plates with. She moves around some items and finally finds it. She turns around and sees Romania walk into the kitchen carrying dirty dishes from the table. He sets them down on the counter next to the sink.
"Thank you but you did not need to do that for me. You have other chores to do." Hungary comments and pulls the clear plastic over the bowls of leftover food. She puts them into the refrigerator.
"You are welcome. I just wanted to make your job a little easier." Romania says with a small smile. He goes over to the pantry and looks through it intently.
"How is Russia treating you?" Hungary asks and puts the dishes into the sink. She turns on the water and put in the soap. Romania freezes for a second but then quickly goes back his looking.
"The usual way..." Romania says in a bored tone. Hungary can see cuts on the back of his arms that still are not healed over.
"True..." Hungary agrees and looks down at her own arm. Not as many cuts as Romania but still a great amount. Romania sighs and goes up to her.
"Do you know where the extra vodka is at? Russia is in one of his moods again." Demitri says with a shudder. Hungary frowns and pulls out a sponge from under the sink. She looks up at him and stands up.
"Try some of the cabinets. He usually keeps some in there." Hungary says and turns to the sink. She looks at the piles of dishes and groans. Romania goes to each of the cabinets and looks through them carefully.
"...Shit I think we are out!" Romania complains and flops down in one of the chairs around a small round table. Hungary carefully sets down the plate that she was working on and turns towards him with a frown.
"Great... Wait hold on..." Hungary feels around her white dress and finally finds a lump. She pulls out a small bottle of vodka. She hands it to him with a frown. "It is not much but it will have to do for now." Hungary comments as Romania takes the bottle. Romania sighs and looks down at the bottle.
"He will not be happy about this. Someone will have to run to the store later... But tanks!" Romania says and quickly leaves the room for Russia's office. Hungary turns back towards the sink and starts cleaning up the plates again. She scrubs the plates till they are all sparkly clean just the way Russia likes it. Screams of torture pierce the silent household and echo throughout its corridors. Hungary shudders and a single tear escapes her eye.
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