A/N: This is a AU more or less of Axis Powers Hetalia OC's that my friend Lauren made up and asked me to write a fic for her. It is set in Russia (^^) and let me know what you think from there! I heart you Lauren! (Word bank is at the end of the fic)

Chapter 1

How We Met

Punch. The sound of his fist hitting my stomach took the breath out of me, more than the actual feeling. I didn't think he would actually do it. Normally it was all a bluff. But today…was another story. I guess I had better introduce myself before I go any further into this story.

My name is Boris Nikolaievich Markov. I am a 16-year-old sophomore in high school, and an excellent soccer player. Before this school year started I used to rule the school. That's right. Me, a freshman, the most popular boy in school. I even was nominated for homecoming king. Though I wasn't able to go because I wasn't a junior or higher.

But that aside I have my charming attitude and model good looks to thank. Well…and now to curse.

Forgive me, you must be confused by now. I suppose I should just start from the very beginning….

The bell rang as I closed my locker door. I looked down at my black, red and white school uniform blazer and grinned. Damn. Even in a tacky prep uniform I looked good. I pushed some of my shaggy blonde hair back and scanned the hallway. People were scurrying off to class, chatting and scarfing the last of their breakfast down.

Yes. These were my colleagues. The people I had to work with.

Our school was divided into four floors. Fourth years on the top and so on. I was now on the second floor. Finally. One floor closer to greatness.

"Boris!" A voice came from behind me. I turned around slowly to see my best friend Felix approaching.

"Da Garagreen, what do you want?" I laughed and slipped my books into my bag.

"Come now, we're friends aren't we? No need to be so hostile," he said slapping my back before walking towards home room.

"You betrayed me and joined the hockey team. How can I not be hostile with you?" I frowned following after him. They after all did win championship last year whereas we came in second.

"Look. You're the soccer star. I'm the hockey star. Now we don't have to compete against each other in the same sport. Lord knows I'm only a few votes away from being more popular than you."

"Pfft!" I laughed. "You wish." Though in reality Felix was a very attractive guy. Where ladies lived for my suave approach, Felix had that baby faced illegal-ness about him. With his spiky brown hair and big green eyes, drove the upperclassmen crazy. And me. I needed to step up my game.

"Da. Da. I will never be as famous as a Markov. After all your parents are celebrities," he said walking into the room.

"Let's not talk about that shall we?" I said making my way to the back.

"Booorrriiis!" A shriek came from the other side of the room.

I cringed a bit as I slowly turned around. "Da…Na-" Before I could even finish my sentence, warm arms wrapped around my neck and a pair of soft lips caressed mine. Her slender body pressed up against me. I could feel the glares of hate coming from the other girls in the room.

"Get a room!" Felix yelled as he took his seat.

She finally released me and smiled feeling content. "I missed you all break," she said softly.

"Nadia. You saw me just last weekend," I said rolling my eyes a bit. Ok, so now you're wondering who this lovely…yeah… lovely lady is.

Nadia Krukov. We met last year during my soccer try-outs. I was trying to show off to the upperclassmen and kicked the ball right out of the field. Right onto her head. To make it up to her I promised her ice cream after practice. She thought it was a date…and had insisted we be a couple ever since.

Don't get me wrong I like the girl. She's pretty, with her short straight brown hair, funny, with her sarcastic wit, smart as she gets straight A's, and a cheerleader. Super plus points for that last one. But I never thought I would be tied down to one girl so quickly. And boy do the other girls hate it. Especially since Nadia goes out of her way to make sure everyone knows she's mine. Yeah…go me.

"Oh," she said as if she had really forgotten last week. "Well still I missed you. Didn't you miss me?" she asked as she rubbed her bare leg against mine. It didn't help that all the girls were required to wear skirts at this school. But when they purposely showed off those assets evan a professor couldn't refuse to peek.

Luckily the bell had rang before she got any closer up my leg with that knee of hers. She frowned but winked at me as she scurried off to her seat.

"Alright class. We have a special treat to start off the new year," the teacher said as he waltzed in. Behind him was a girl with long messy brown hair and a scrunched up face. She looked almost as if she was forced out of bed, into her uniform and dragged into the building.

"Looks kinda frumpy to me," Nadia whispered and caused her little clique to laugh.

The teacher cleared his throat and shook his head. "This is your new classmate. Why don't you introduce yourself."

She looked at the teacher before looking to the floor. I couldn't tell if she was scowling of mumbling a curse on us.

The teacher laughed nervously. "Okay…well class this is…"

"Natasha Vasileva Sidorenko," she said quietly. Her voice was sharp, but it had a certain country feel to it.

"Sidorenko…I've heard that name before," I whispered.

Felix nodded. "Yeah….isn't that the military leader?"

I shook my head. "No not military but the…"

"Boys, is there something you want to ask miss Sidorenko before she takes her seat?" There was a silence. "Good. I'll be expecting you all to give her a warm welcome here. She moved a long way to our big city. So try to be friendly, da?" Still silence.

Natasha then took her seat by the window. I couldn't help but notice the entire class period she stared out of it. As if something at any moment was going to come save her.

The bell rang shortly after that and it was off to Russian history. One of my favorite classes as I have always been a history buff. I stopped by the water fountain on the way to the classroom when Felix stopped shortly behind me.

"There she is," he whispered. Standing on the other side of the hall was the student body vice president, Katiya Doludenko. She always had her uniform perfect, despite her rather large breasts, and her hair was always in a tight bun.

Slap some glasses on her and she would make the perfect sexy librarian. Felix had developed a crush on her since he joined the student activities committee last year. But due to the fact that he was a grade lower than her the poor guy didn't stand a chance.

"I swear I'm going to get good marks this year. She'll have to notice me then." He swore.

I nodded and patted his shoulder. "That's my boy. Aim high."

Just then the new girl rushed past us and down the hall. She made sure to make no eye contact with anyone as she zipped into the class.

"What's with her?" Nadia asked walking over with her two friends.

"Well it depends," Felix started. "What did you do to her?"

"Nothing~" she whined innocently. "I just asked her if she wanted to borrow my comb. I mean look at her, her hair looks like a nest."

Felix couldn't help but laugh as I shook my head. "You know Nadia. I won't associate myself with a girl who acts like such a bitch."

Felix and the other two stopped laughing. She looked to me appalled and stormed off.

"Wow. That was harsh," Felix said walking off as well.

"Oh whatever! She was being one and you know it!" I yelled as I followed after him.

Classes went by in a flash and before you know it lunch time was here. I stood in line for the soda machine when I saw the new girl leave the lunch line. Okay, I'm not a stalker I swear. She just keeps showing up in my line of view.

She went and sat down next to two older guys. One was rambling on about something unimportant while the other was rolling his eyes and eating. What was she doing sitting with two upperclassmen? Males at that.

"You gonna go or what?" the girl behind me tapped her foot.

"Oh right," I said stepping up to the machine.

"You know those new kids over there right?" the girl behind me started. "I hear they're country bumpkins from the middle of nowhere."

"They're siblings?" a guy she was talking to asked.

"Mhm," she nodded as if for sure. "I mean look at them. They already look like they don't belong."

I took my pop and walked away towards our table. When I sat down Nadia, of course, was already in the middle of a story.

"…And so that's when I said, "Excuse me Sir this isn't America!' and stormed off."

The table laughed and she looked over at me with a grin. "Although Boris certainly wishes it was."

Felix shook his head. "You still trying to get over there? For what?"

"Because unlike you people," I started as I opened the soda can. "I actually care about the rest of the world."

"America is not the rest of the world Boris," a girl, who I can never remember the name of, smirked. "Just a part of it."

"Yes," I sipped. "A huge important part."

"Let's change the subject shall we?" Felix coughed. Ever the peace maker that one is.

"Da, let's. " Nadia agreed and sat up straight. "More about the topic at hand. Home coming. This year, since we are sophomore status, we can actually attend instead of just helping out at the door or with décor."

Though set up last year was fun," Felix grinned.

"Accidental wet t-shirt party." Felix and I both said at the same time.

"You two are such perverts," Nadia said trying to hide her laugh.

"Yes but without us who would you have to look cute for?" I grinned.

"The other boys in this school duh!" the other girl reminded.

"Oh please as if that matters," I huffed and began to eat my turkey sandwich.

"Like I was saying!" Nadia interrupted and patted her hand on the table. "Now I was thinking we could…"

It was at this point that I had decided to tune out. I already knew what she was going to talk about, and my curiosity was getting the best of me. I looked over to the table the three new kids were sitting at.

It was like watching the nature channel or something that was featuring a pack of wolves. So interesting and yet so frightening at the same time. I couldn't help but want to know more about them. But how? It wasn't like I could just ask them flat out to tell me their story. Nyet. I would have to get someone to tell me.

The only person who knew anything about everyone would be the student council members. That would only leave Katiya. She's the only one I've ever talked to. Though it wasn't on good terms.

"…Boris…BORIS!" Nadia yelled and hit my arm. I flinched a little and looked over to her. "Ouch woman. What? What do you want?"

She glared at me and then proceeded to pout. "You never listen to me anymore. What's so interesting over there that you have to space out?"

"I wasn't spaced out. I was just thinking is all," I lied with a smile.

"Oh yeah? Well what did I say?"

I looked to Felix for help but he only shrugged. Bastard. He wanted to see me suffer. As soon as I opened my mouth to speak the bell rang. Thank the tzars. I stood up and quickly grabbed my tray. "Well I have practice after school today so I'll see you all later."

"What do you mean? We still have two more classes left!" Felix questioned.

"I know, but vouch for me. I'm going on a mission," I grinned and headed out the cafeteria before any of them could stop me. Now I knew skipping class was bad, and if my father found out he would pull out a can of whoop ass so big I wouldn't have the ability to sit for days. But I just had to know.

I waited in the boys' bathroom until the second bell rang. I stuck my head out of the door to see that the coast was clear. I made my way to the stairwell and looked up the winding case as if it were an entrance to a mystical land.

No underclassmen had ever been up to the junior or senior floor. It was like an unwritten rule that we clearly didn't belong there. I took the first step and felt a warming sensation in my body. Before I talked myself out of it I closed my eyes and quickly ran up the rest of the stairs.

When I got to the top I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. The halls were eerily quiet and the only voices I could hear was the teacher from across the hall. I walked down the hallway cautiously until I found the student council room. I was about to turn the knob when a voice from behind me made me jump.

"Are you lost Markov?"

I turned around to see vice president Katiya raising an eyebrow at me. "N-nyet."

"Then I do hope this is not another prank of yours."

I shook my head and turned to face her completely. "As a matter of fact…I came to see you."

She was really interested now. "Oh? And what for may I ask?"

"I….I…" I started and then a door opened down the hall. Katiya quickly opened the student council room and shoved me in.

"Listen, you may not care about the way other people in this school see you but I do. If I get caught with you out of class I will be at fault," she hissed.

I watched her and nodded my head after she was through scolding me. I had never seen her so bent out of shape before. She was always so calm and collected. What can I say? I have that effect. "Da, da I understand. But I came here to ask you about the new student. There are three of them, da?"

"I'm sorry Markov but I do not spread school gossip. If you want to find out about them then you go ask them yourself," she said simply.

"You say that like it's an easy thing." I leaned against the wall. "Don't student council members talk to each other about students?"

"That may be so but that has nothing to do with you," she corrected.

"I want to join the student council then," I blurted before realizing what I was saying.

Katiya stared at me before bursting out laughing.

I glared at her looking offended. "What is so funny?"

"You don't just join student council; you have to be voted in!"

"I'm the most popular boy in school. I'll get the votes," I assured.

"Elections are already over. So there is no way for you to participate anyways," she smirked.

She was winning. I hated that. "Fine. Isn't there something you can do for me?"

She watched me for a moment and sighed. "I suppose. But only because you begged," she giggled.

Women were evil. All of them. "Well…what are you going to do?"

She walked over to the large conference table and motioned for me to sit down. When I was seated she pulled out a folder and opened it slowly. Three piles of papers laid out with a photograph of each clipped to the front. "Here they are," she pointed. "Natasha, Anatoly and Marko. I assume you've met the girl, da? She is in your class after all."

I nodded and began flipping through the information. "Met in the most loose way possible. She doesn't speak to anyone."

"Not a surprise. She comes from a very military based background. Her father, as you may have assumed from her last name, is none other than Vasili Sidorenko. Current head of the KGB. Though I'm sure you know that. What with your uncle Genrikh being his partner and all."

"Wait," I said slamming the stack down in shock. "You mean she's related to THAT Vasili?"

Katiya could read my thoughts as she bit her lower lip slightly. "Da. Meaning if I were you, I would make sure to stay on their good side. After all your families are so…social with each other."

I sat back in my seat and frowned. "Great. Now I have to be on guard at school too? Please tell me they aren't sticklers like their father."

"Watch your tongue. The head of the KGB is a very powerful and respectable job. I only hope to work alongside them when I graduate."

"That…I don't find surprising. As you are one for the rules and all."

She began collecting the papers up and putting them away. "Clearly you don't want my help."

"Look I'm sorry," I said holding my hand over the folder. "Can you just tell me a little more about them?"

"Well as far as I know Natasha is a bit of a tomboy. Sharp as a tack that one is. Dry to little to no humor and she is smart. Anatoly comes off as an idiot. I know, he's in my class. Black sheep of the family that one is. So loud and cheerful, plus he's gifted in sports. As for Marko…well…just don't double cross him," she said packing up.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"Just as I said. You think his father's scary," she shook her head. "He's a close imitation."

I gulped. "Well I'll try to remember that."

She looked at the clock and smiled at me. "Well Markov, you're not half bad. But you had better go to your next class. Or I'll have to report you."

I laughed a little. "Da…da. Spasiba Katiya. I'll be sure to repay you somehow."

"Oh don't worry. I already have something in mind," she grinned as I walked out.

The bell rang and I quickly made my way down to the stairs. I was in such a hurry that I ran into someone on the way down the first step.

"Ah!" I yelled falling backwards. I thought for sure I was about to end up in a coma when an arm extended and grabbed me.

"Hey you okay there?" the deep yet friendly voice asked.

I looked up to see none other than Anatoly. Talk about coincidence. "Uh da, I'm fine." He looked a lot different in person than in his picture. He was taller and more buff than I imagined. I definitely wouldn't want to get into a fight with him either.

"Well good," he said looking me over. "Aren't you that sophomore?"

"Huh?"

"The one on the soccer team? I heard it was you. You're Markov right?"

I was shocked. His first day and he already knew who I was. "Yeah that's me."

"You were just the guy I was looking for," he smiled.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Da," he looked around. "Meet me in the gym after school."

"Wh-what? Why?" I asked but before I could get an answer out of him he ran off to class. I darted down the stairs once I realized just how much time I had left to get to class.

"So, the angle at which this dress is going to be designed is hardcore," Nadia smiled.

I walked into the classroom and took my seat.

"Glad you could join us," Felix teased.

"Yeah, where were you Boris? I was talking about my dress. We ARE going together to the dance aren't we?" Nadia insisted.

"Um…I guess. I mean I'm not thinking too much about it actually," I said honestly.

"Why is that? Don't you want to show the world what a beautiful couple we are?" she batted her eyelashes.

Felix snickered. "Oh because that is going to be the highlight of the evening."

"Shut it Felix. Just because you can't have the courage to ask your woman out on a date."

"Hey! I'm getting there," he defended.

"Speaking of Katiya that's who I just went to see." I interrupted.

His eyes widened. "What? What for? Where? Did you talk about me?"

"Student council room and no we weren't talking about you."

"What were you talking about then?" Nadia asked suddenly interested.

"The new kids," I said looking over to the window where Natasha was sitting. There was something peaceful yet unsettling about her.

"Why would you want to talk about them?" Nadia frowned. "I mean it's not as if they are interesting."

"Yes but this is Boris we're talking about. He does have…weird tastes," he said looking to Nadia specifically.

Nadia leaned over and slapped him on the back of the head. "Shut up!"

"Well, well Miss Krukov you are awfully active today," the teacher grinned as she took her seat.

Nadia blushed and glared at us before sitting down.

"Ash much of a socialite as I know you wish to become, why don't you start by making new friends."

"Huh?" she looked to her confused.

"I am partnering you and Miss Sidorenko for the project."

"WHAT!" they both yelled at the same time. It was a shock as it was the first thing I heard Natasha say all day aside from her name.

"Da. And while we are on the topic of projects I suppose we shall start talking about the first one of the year shall we?"

The entire class groaned as the teacher went into this long explanation of tools and other unnecessary things we will need for this thing that more than half of us will do the night before.

"With that said, everyone partner up and let's try and get some work done in class."

I looked over to Felix and nodded my head. No one else that I would rather partner up with for English class.

"I totally think for our presentation we should make a TV commercial," Felix suggested.

"Commercial? In English? You sure about this?"

"Well you're practically half fluent so you know words that should be simple enough, da? Why not get some extra credit for creativity?"

"You just want to borrow the video camera again don't you?" I laughed and nodded my head. "Fine, but only if it's good."

"This is us we're talking about Boris," he patted my shoulder. "Of course it's going to be good. Besides I only NEED to pass this class to graduate."

I laughed again. "You sound like my friend in college."

Felix stopped. "Wait you have a friend in college?"

"Well technically my mother's friend. He always comes around to the estate when we have partys. He's closer to my age, in a sense, but knows my mom through some agent or something."

Felix blinked. "That's way too complicated for my middle class taste."

I shoved him and began working on the project idea. I looked over to Nadia and Natasha only to see the two were ignoring each other. "Hey," I leaned over the table at the two. "You guys want to join our group?"

Nadia looked over to me glaring. "You know dragon lady won't allow that. So why even bother asking?"

"But you want to do something fun, da?" I asked and looked over to Natasha. "What about you?"

She looked up at me and sighed. "I could care less."

"You want an A though right?" I bribed.

She watched me and then looked away. "Fine. Whatever."

Felix and I then got up and walked to the teacher's desk. "Excuse me, Prepodavatel, May we ask you something?"

"Depends on what it is," she said not looking up from her papers.

"Well Felix and I were wondering if you would allow us to group with two more people," I started. "You see we have a brilliant idea for the project. But we need more people."

"And what is that?" she asked raising her eyes to look at us.

"Well we want to make a commercial in English instead of a boring PowerPoint." Felix pitched in. "How about it?" he leaned onto the desk. "It'll certainly be interesting."

She thought for a moment and sighed. "I suppose I cannot silence the creativity of my students. Da. But only two more people. Now take your seats."

We both grinned and went back to our table. "So ladies. How about it? Want to become superstars?"

Nadia pushed her hair behind her ear. "More than ever."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "I guess…this won't be so bad as long as we get an A."

"Excellent! Now onto the first idea…"

After a few moments of brainstorming the bell finally rang. Everyone in the class sprung up and ran for the door now that the day was finally over.

"So you have practice today? Well…good luck with that," Felix said as we cleaned up.

"Shut up." I smiled and walked out of the room.

"See you at practice my love~" Nadia waved as she ran off with her friend. Crazy woman.

That's when I remembered that Anatoly asked me to meet him in the gym. Nervously I packed the rest of the things I needed to take home and left the main building.

The warm autumn air brushed against my face as the sun blazed bright. I couldn't help but smile. It was a beautiful day and on top of that a great day to start off a new season of soccer. When I walked into the gym no one was there except the coach and Anatoly. I assumed everyone else had gone and went to practice on the field without waiting.

"Ah there you are Markov," Coach said holding up his clipboard. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming."

"And miss the first practice of the season? Coach you should know me better than that." I grinned and looked over at Anatoly. He was reading over some papers and still wearing his school uniform.

The coach must have seen me looking at him as he started talking. "This is Anatoly Sidorenko."

"Oh yes…I met him earlier," I said slowly.

"Markov if you could show him to his locker and then lead him out to the field with everyone I would appreciate it."

I nodded as Anatoly looked up with a smile. He was related to Natasha? Impossible. "Alright then. I suppose follow me."

He put the papers on the bleacher and followed me into the locker room. "So you are a sophomore right? I hope I didn't offend you earlier."

I looked to him shocked. "Oh no. Um it was fine…and to answer you question yes. I am a sophomore. Why do you ask?"

"Well if that's true then you must know my sister, da?"

I opened my locker and began to change into my jersey. "Da…I do."

He opened his locker and pulled his jersey on as well. "Hm. She's interesting isn't she? She's not your typical girl."

I didn't know if this was a trick conversation or what. So I decided to change the subject. "Wait. So you're trying out but you have a jersey already?"

Anatoly looked to me and pulled the sleeves over his large biceps. "Nyet. I'm on the team." He laughed.

"But you weren't at try-outs…were you?"

"Nyet I wasn't. But my father convinced the coach to let me try out late."

I didn't want to know just what tactics the head of the KGB could us on civilians. "I see."

"Don't worry. It wasn't anything crazy or something if that's what you're thinking." He assured as he stuffed his things into the locker. "Ready?"

I forced a smile and lead the way. "Well I guess all that's left now is to introduce you to the team."

"I hope they are willing to accept me so late," he said as we walked out the back door.

"Oh trust me. I'm sure everything will be fine. Just show them that you belong, like you did the coach." I felt a lot like a mentor right now.

"You're right. Alright then let's do this," he smiled running ahead of me toward the field.

Watching him all throughout the practice was a bit intimidating. I could see why coach let him on the team. He really WAS good. Once practice was over we all went back to the locker room to grab our things.

Of course everyone was giving compliments to Anatoly for his mad skills. "Spaciba. Really you all are too kind," he said shaking his head. He then turned to me and patted my back. "Thanks for the advice earlier."

"Oh…it was nothing. Just speaking the truth." I said as I walked off towards the parking lot. I waved bye as I ran over to my mom's car, also the flashiest car in the lot. I hopped in and she leaned over to kiss my cheek.

"How was practice my love?"

"Good." I said simply.

"Must you insist on continuing this?" she asked flipping her beautiful blonde curls over her shoulder as she sped off. "You're so….sweaty all the time."

I looked over to her and smiled. Man was I a mama's boy. Yes and I am proud to admit it. I mean if you had a mom as great as min you would love her a lot too.

"Well it's not like it matters mama. I can just go shower you know."

"Not right now you can't. And we're already running late," she said as she floored it onto the highway.

"Late? For what?" I asked looking out the window. Joy. I get to go to the studio again and get harassed about why I don't model again.

"I'm going to the studio," she started.

"What a shock there." I cut in.

"And you are going to spend the evening with your uncle while I'm out."

I almost choked on my spit as I whipped my head to look at her as if she were crazy. "Sto?"

"Da. I head that you will greatly appreciate the activities he has planned for you."

"Yeah and I'm sure it will be more fun for him than me," I huffed.

"Stop now Borya, you know your uncle loves you like his own son," she assured.

"He has to. After all I don't have a father."

She stopped the car in the driveway and leaned over to stroke my cheek. "Please…just do this for me," she asked.

I sighed and nodded. "Yes mama…"

"Now, your father will be picking you up after work so…"

"Wait a minute! Are you trying to get me killed! If he finds out that I'm at uncle's he'll just leave me there to go fuck his floozy."

The next thing I felt was a slap against my face. Mama rarely punished me but when she did…I deserved it. Like now.

"Boris Nikolaievich Markov! You watch your mouth around me! How dare you say that about your father! And in front of me! After all he does for us."

I grabbed my bag and opened the car doo. I couldn't listen to this anymore. Denial. She was in constant denial. The only reason my father keeps her around is because she's the perfect tropy wife for a politician. That's right.

Nikolai Markov is my father. One of the most powerful men in Moscow and possibly all of Russia. Yes. Natalia the richest Russian model in the country is my mother. He would be a fool to leave her. Especially with a child.

Sometimes I wish just once he would get busted by someone, anyone in his field. I'd rather us be bankrupt and away from him than filthy rich and miserable.

"Boris…" she said softly staring at my back through the open car door. "Ya lublyu tebya."

I stood there for a moment before turning around. If anyone deserved to be happy it was her. She was such a kind heart. She gives and gives and expects nothing in return. But now that I'm the man of the house. I need to take care of her. I dropped my bag and hugged her tight.

"Ya lublyu tebya…mama…"

(Authors Note: Russia word bank.

Da- Yes/Right?/HELLS YEAH

Nyet- No

Spasiba- Thank you

Prepodavatel- teacher

ya lublyu tebya- I love you)

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