It was not suppose to happen
Warnings: this will have heavily homophobic views, slight smut and some colourful language among other offensive things.
Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine but if it was I would really find cosplayers and make a movie...
Notes:
[Let's make this easy to understand... please read!
This happens on the year of 2012 and is not meant to be offensive, is just a different story with the intention of showing the homophobia and hate part that most hide or ignore! I made them homophobic and in fragile terms ... sorry about that but is needed.
They are trying to deal with his nation side conflicting with the country side, the other countries become worried and want to help, specially when they found that both countries regressed in their own personal views.
This story shows their progress through time and how their own minds crash and try to be the suppose model that everyone expects. There's a time for hate, a time for love and a time for confusion.. Life is not easy, especially for countries that have to bend themselves to current times and discard themselves from their own nation…
Implied NetherlandxCanada; Fruk; Gerita; Sufin and non returned feeling of some countries]
This are not my ideals or visions, it's only in the story context! I apologise if someone feels offended by any sentence or implication.
This will have present and past history facts. History contexts are based on real events but the stories are fictional.
Thank you for reading and/or reviewing
Was another conference about Europe's economy and the G8 was reunited with the countries in debt (Greece, Spain, Portugal and some more) Every single one was able to find some solutions easily and make their points be understand. England was being his usual self and not wanting to help just to be different and attentions turned to him with now a very offended and sleepy Greece. Russia agreed to help Europe and now was time for America to try to ease his debts and ask some more money, even hurting his pride he was used to it now which people agreed but Russia now was on China's side and refused easily without much thought on it.
America was on his sit staring deeply to the Russian right in front of him lost on his thoughts 'How dare he refuse to help me... has he forgot I'm one of the strongest economy's! Stupid commie...' when his attention was called he defended himself but not in the way he thought, he was fuming ''Stupid Commie! You got to help me! Why are you refusing to help me when you agreed helping Euro?''
Russia still wearing his everlasting childish smile and replied softly contrasting with the loud voice on the other side ''I help them because that is something I need to do, not because I like... ''
America couldn't believe 'the commie' was again trying to do something ''And why do you need to help them?''
Russia shrugged and replied a bit louder than before ''I want your economy to fail but to achieve that I need my economy and Europe's as well to be bigger than yours.''
That's was it... stupid commie spends the meetings staring at him and America, as the Hero that he is, never refuses a staring contest, not because the other's eyes are deeply beautiful and attract him since the first time he noticed them, no, because he was the hero, and so he needs to win. On the other side Russia still envies the obnoxious little American and blames him for his loneliness and big fall, not because the other yellow hair and sky eyes are endearing. Both started to argue, deeply focused on each other; each meeting they refuse to talk to each other to avoid these scenes but after so many recent meetings they were done with each other.
The meeting starts to fall, France blaming England and England blaming France, Germany sighs and tries to keep it together in defeat knowing that now that the biggest and usually calm countries like China also started to argue and Switzerland just blame the security for not letting him bring his gun.
''WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH!''
The room fell silent staring at America who yelled and now stood with one gun on his hand pointing it to Russia on the other side of the table. England asked smoothly to America drop it knowing the look on his former colony eyes, on the other side Russia continued to smile with a little knife on his hand and the other hand on a gun of his own, he may have been confiscated of his pipe but he still has weapons as defence.
The countries rose from his chairs and stood back, that stares were no good and they knew it very well. Minutes passed with the countries practically glued to the room walls and two countries staring at each other when Russia decided to speak ''I do not hate you''
''Oh yeah! That not what it looks commie!''
''Stop calling me that... we both know that I am not communist any more Amerika''
''This time I will kill you for good!''
''I will not help you.''
''Last warning commie!''
Both started to argue again, America brought his super strength and shoved the table aside, both shoved the remaining chairs and almost hit the remain countries, soon they were punching each other America still holding one gun to Russia and Russia with the knife strategically pointed to kill him not wanting to bring is gun to the game so soon.
America grabbed with one hand Russia's hair while forcing the other to stop punching him and Russia tried to knock out the gun on America's hand, they kept their fighting succeeding in knocking out both weapons rolling on the floor punching each other chest and face while kicking legs.
Bites, punches, kicks, where blocked and given, some hit some missed, America with one bruised lip and Russia a swollen eye kept bruising each other as the other countries were too induced in stupor by the violence of it all.
With a low groan Russia shoved America beneath him, pressing his legs on the ground with his own, while trying to take the other grip on his neck when suddenly both stopped trashing staring shocked at each other wide eyes. The feeling of each other crotch, which was not meant so erect and pulsing, never, especially in a fight against your enemy, making them stop on their tracks. Suddenly America dropped Russia neck and scarf trying to speak with deep red covering his face and neck but no words sounding while Russia stood up and left the room with a deeply blushed face and a big uncharacteristic frown while glowing to everyone who stood near.
Several minutes passed with some of the countries looking at each other not really understanding what had happened, some slight perturbed and some blushing.
France turned to England with a low whisper ''Did they?'' and a flustered England nodded not knowing exactly what to say while countries left the room leaving America sitting on the ground nodding negatively, murmuring incoherent words and fisting the ground in a mix of anger and self hate.
When almost every one was away France turned again to the Brit ''Bathroom?'' receiving a death glare followed from cursing and a hand on his wrist dragging him to the bathroom.