Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters. All the credit goes to Himaruya Hidekazu.

WARNING: Personified nations, swearing, hinted violence (that is just Russia) and Yaoi. Please excuse my Grammar, I know it's shaky. Please continue…

Chapter two: Lunch with Insanity

"Okay, we'll be having a short lunch break so we can 'possibly' recover our composure and maturity" the German said obviously being directed to the stupid wanker that was America who was now beaming at the mention of Lunch Break, not getting the message being that was being mentally stab in his back courtesy of the still pissed off German (America kept interrupting the speakers and tapping his pen on the table when he got bored thus disrupting the bloody conference)

'What a bloody git' I was silently agreeing with Germany and with those that had caught the venom dripping in his words.

The countries were starting to trickle out of the conference hall, eager to get out of the room and leave all the tension that happened only a few hours ago. I sighed. This really is one of the weirdest meetings I have been to and I have been in a lot of weird gatherings. I had to put those 'irritable events' out of my head before I throttle somebody.

I was headed to a café which I always go when the meeting was in America's place. A small traditional style café house that served plausible tea and good dishes. The truth is I was surprised to find a satisfactory food establishment here, especially since the fast food restaurants popped like mushrooms here, almost in every corner you'll see the abominations which is fast food. This café house is a miracle because not only that it serves good tea and scones it is also very different to modern café houses. It has an atmosphere that reminded of my own house, secluded and quiet. So much unlike the conference room I'll be returning to.

I ordered a submarine sandwich and orange juice. It's much better than having those greasy hamburgers America always eat. The waiter who already recognized me, smiled at me as I went to my usual table here, the farthest and the one that had a good few of the flowerbeds outside. It was filled with different kinds of flowers but I still prefer the roses naturally. The table was next to the window but the window was at a secluded part of the street. I wanted to be in the farthest place possible since some stupid wanker might have followed me, that probably being America. I was enjoying my lunch as everyone was entitled to when I felt someone staring at me. For the queen's sakes what is with every bloody person today and staring at me. I looked at the window and looked at the flowers (the roses of course) when I saw a man staring at me with curiosity. The man smiled, eyes filled with undisguised mirth when he recognized me. I could feel the color fading away from my face. Bloody hell, I was followed and not by America. The man smiled at me. Suddenly I felt that I missed America and wished he had followed me, just so I could escape the company of this nation.

I was mentally panicking as he approached but I wasn't showing it. I was good at covering my fear, another reflex I got from my days as the British Empire. But I couldn't help gulping when he sat down at my table. I knew I was doomed. Eyes shined with innocence but I knew better. There wasn't anything innocent about the man, childish maybe but not innocent well at least innocence tainted with something better left alone…

"Can I join you, da?" the soviet nation said eyes hinting unspoken threats if I refused. And I wasn't suicidal.

"Sure, Russia, you are welcome to" I said smiling, grimacing to be exact. 'Bloody hell, why can't I do anything but grimace in front of him today?'

The waiter came to take Russia's order. He ordered a cup of Darjeeling tea not ordering anything to go with that. He smiled at the waiter, and by smiled I mean sent him that shiver inducing smile of his, a hint for the waiter to leave us alone. The poor waiter scurried to the counter, face blanched, smile gone. For a minute I was terrified to see him go (I do not want to be left alone with Russia!) but I realized that it was better this way. Having civilians involved with us especially a nation like Russia is horrible thing. I looked at the nation sitting in front of me.

He was stirring his tea absentmindedly. His head was resting in his other palm and was looking at the flowers, the sunflowers to be exact (I didn't notice the sunflowers before or that I never actually paid attention to them) I looked at the sunflowers as well. They're far too bright for my taste but they were beautiful though not as beautiful as roses off course. My mind was wandering still staring at the sunflowers and I didn't notice my companion shift his attention to me. A voice tinted with childish happiness broke my musings.

"Do you like sunflowers, Arthur?"

I whipped my head to stare at him, surprise showing in my face. I wasn't shocked by the sudden question, no, that wasn't it. Russia… the biggest country in the world called me by my human name. Only a few countries know what my human name was and there are even fewer to can call me by my human name. Either they had the balls to do it, a close friend, being nice to me (something I fail to understand, I'm no longer The British Empire anymore to have them suck up to me like that) and were just trying to pissed me off.(France's typical reason) 'But Russia didn't have any reason to call me by human name. I mean, he can call me England without anyone questioning him. He didn't have to act civil with me and he being nice to me is just bollocks'

"Yeah, but not as much as you like them, Ivan." I decided to go along with whatever is going on in his mind, not that anyone ever knows what is going on in there.

To my utter amazement he smiled at me, not his typical I'm-insane-and-a-sadist-smile that scare the wits out of all sane nations, including all of those that do not wish to die by Russia's magical pipe (yes I think it's magical cause it comes out of nowhere. Where the hell would anyone think he keeps that if it wasn't magical?) His smile was the same smile he sends to his sisters, that including Belarus (that is if Belarus wasn't busy stalking and forcing Russia to "be one" with her, which is rare) It was warm and had some fondness in it. I felt my heart skip a beat.

"I'm happy you like them, they're pretty aren't they,da?"

I stared at him wide-eyed, before I realized I was staring. I stuttered due to embarrassment. "Y-yes t-they are" My face felt hot, color flooding my face.

He reached out his hand and petted my head. He was laughing. "Arthur is so cute, he reminds me of a sunflower" His laughter was good-natured far from the usual Russia I know. I felt my face reddened even more due to the compliment (or insult, I really think so)

After that scene we ate in silence. I'm still uncomfortable (no sane person would feel comfortable around Russia) I could have sworn he was watching me, adding more to my anxiety. I was fidgeting.

"Arthur, what do you think of comrade Romania?"

My gaze was diverted to him, noticing the coldness that filled his voice. 'How the hell did we get into Romania' I shuddered. I want to go home and lounged in my couch, duvet covering my body and watch old classic movies. But I knew that is not an option and I'll not run away like a coward, even though I'm terrified.

With sparked courage, I tried to remain calm. "Why do you ask?" 'God I hope my voice is not cracking right now'

His smile darkening, his body releasing an intimidating aura "No reason, I just want to know, da" his eyes glinting with malice. I gulped.

I mustered all the courage I had. 'I cannot be intimidated by Russia. I was the British Empire, damn it! I will not be humiliated like this.' I held onto my pride.

I straightened up, glaring at the Russian. "What's it to you?" I snapped at him. Though maybe that wasn't the best idea since I feel my courage crumble as infamous kolkolkols emerge from the giant nation.

"You do not know what that man can do, Arthur." his accent very thick, purposely thickening as he said my name. And it made my blood run cold.

He stood up and walked next to me. I looked up to stare at him, big mistake. He placed one of his hands in the chair and the other in the table effectively trapping me between him and the window. He lowered his head and leaned forward, looking me directly in the eye. I was painfully aware of just how tall Russia is and more so aware of just how intimidating those violet irises were. I paled at the intrusion of my personal space. My breath hitched but he didn't make a remark about it.

His breath was touching my face, it was cold and it reminded me of cold winds. Winds that were so cold it makes my soul freeze. Like the ones that were typical in the tundra landscape where this man came from. I couldn't look away from his violet eyes. I wasn't entranced or something, no it's nothing like that. I was stunned and I wasn't able or even had the capabilities to make any sort of body motion except breathing but even breathing is becoming harder every second that pass. My green irises were reflected by the violet ones that bore right through me. Our position might have looked loving, that is if you wouldn't notice the terrified look in my face. It looked like a bloody couple talking privately with each other. I shivered at the thought.

"That man is dangerous for you, Arthur. Stay away from him" he said. Seriousness evident on his face, his voice laced with firm authorization as if talking to a child. And I felt like one under this man's gaze. A vulnerable and weak child…

His voice is dark and chilling and his accent making it colder. "I do not like that man near you…"

"Why would you say that? I'm not a child nor am I your underling to follow you." I said spewing venom with the last ounce of courage I have. I saw his violet eyes shine with sadistic amusement, smile turning feral. I knew my courage now was already nonexistent under this man's predator like stare and what's worse? I'm the prey. I must have an expression that is similar to a cornered bloody herbivore because his smile got bigger like a hungry freaking wolf.

He moved closer to me, his mouth next to my ear as if to whisper some sort of secret. I could feel him smirked at my behavior. His breath was tickling my ear. I was shaking (but not as terribly as Latvia, I'm sure) I closed my eyes, expecting something bad to happen. He chuckled softly in a sort of amused way (stupid, bloody git)

"You're so cute, England."

I didn't make sense of what he said but I could hear the understatement. It was so clear he should have said it directly.

"Be one with Russia,da…"

He leaned back, childish smile back on place as if nothing happened. I just stared at him. Ivan looked so damn happy but the look in eyes scared me. He went to the counter and paid his bill. He looked at me again and then to the clock, effectively directing my attention to it. The hour was almost over. I only had fifteen minutes to get back to the conference hall, that is if I do not want to be late. I saw him leave. Thank goodness, I certainly didn't want to walk anywhere with Russia today (or any other day for that matter.)

I rose up and went to the counter as well, paying my bill and then giving the poor waiter a generous tip.(the man must have been terrified out of his skin because he was hiding in the kitchen) I sort of found it funny that is until I realized that I had also been scared of Russia and any person in same shoes as the waiter would have scared out of their minds. I left the café but not without glancing at the sunflowers.

'Note to self: never eat at a place where there are sunflowers, it attracts stupid bloody Russians.' And with that I went my way back to the chaotic conference hall.

First of all, I would like to thank the people that review and had put this story on their favourite and alert list. Thank you very much! (hugs these people) and those that had read it.

There… so what do you think people? The RuUk was totally ummm… on a whim because I do not know what to write next! And also because I love it so much. Next chapter will be filled with Romania I promise but will still have some ahem… hints of other pairings. Please review because it burns my fuel! And no bloody flamers. (yawns) and now I'll catch up to my much needed sleep…good night minna-san.