I DON'T own Hetalia. Never have, never will.
Russia sat at the small table and rummaged through the small decorated bag. 'Roses, chocolate, and that new video game Fredka has been talking about…yes, everything's here'. He pushed the bag to the side and re-arranged his silverware for about the fifteenth time. Russia wasn't usually this jumpy, but knowing that this silly Valentine holiday was very important to his hyper-active American boyfriend, he was determined to make the day special. The large Russian's thoughts were interrupted by said American bursting through the door of the little restaurant, which was heavily decorated with tacky hearts and whatnot, and plopped down across from him. "Sorry I'm late, Boss was forcing me to finish some paper work" America apologized and took a gulp from his soda that Russia had already ordered. "It is okay" Russia replied, pushes the bag towards America. "Oh, thanks dude, and here's yours" America took his present and handed a similarly small bag to Russia. The two nations simultaneously opened the Valentine's gifts, and while America had started babbling about the videogame, Russia was focused on the small note written inside the card. Sure, there were some sunflowers in full bloom and a bottle of expensive Russian vodka, but the within the sappy pink card that he barely scanned, written in black pen it said "You're pretty awesome, for a commie bastard" as Russia stared at that line, all he could do was laugh. Alfred may be a total idiot, but at least Alfred was HIS idiot.