A/N: I'm back! Miss me? I know you did... I do not own Hetalia. If I did... AmeRus would be canon, HRE never would have died, and France and England would cuddle at every UN meeting instead of fighting! TeeHee this is why I don't own it. There is nothing too hard core in this. Half of this was a rp the other half was just me ;_; ENJOY! (btw: i'm such a tease :heart:

Warnings: almost lemon, cuss words (hey... it's America people), and use of human names...btw: guess who shows up! a certain russian's insane sister-in-law! :heart:

I'll shut up nao...

xoxoxoxo

As they stepped out of the old school building after what seemed like forever, Alfred got a wonderful idea. "Yo... Ivan wanna chill at my place for a bit?" He grined, a new, mischevious, light sparkling in his blue eyes.

"Da, Alfred." He responded, smiling. "I like the idea." He said, seeing the change in his eyes.

"Cool dude! My place is this way!" He said,laughing, as he pulled Ivan along by his worn, pale pink scarf.

Ivan blinked, but followed along. "I am not, a dog, da? No need to pull me by my scarf." He stated.

Alfred laughed, "You might be... but... really the scarf is just begging to be pulled on..." Alfred, then, used the scarf to his full advantage and pulled Ivan close.

The Russian shrugged a bit, letting himself be pulled closer. "Just be careful with it, da? It's important to me." He stated. "If that wasn't obvious."

Al chuckled, "Is the itty bitty Ivan having a love affair with his scarf?" he paused a moment,and all but yelled "Race ya!" And the American took off, leaving the Russian in the dust... for now...

"Itty bitty?" He huffed, chasing after him. "Don't be ridiculous, da?"

Just laughing in response, Alfred, felt one foot hit the rocky terrain after the other. He turned a sharp right down a small dark side pathway that came to a dead end. Stopping suddenly, he turned around to wait for Ivan to catch up to where he was.

Ivan caught up shortly after. "Hm? Where are we?" He asked, huffing a bit, out of breath. He walked up close to Alfred, blinking in confusion.

"We are at the perfect place!" Alfred grinned, looking over his shoulder to grin heroicly at Ivan,"No one's here..." A small blush settled on his pale cheeks as he said that, and it slowly creeped down to his adam's apple.

"You want to go that far?" Ivan asked, coming slowly closer, gently kissing his neck.

"W-with you I w-would..." he moaned breathy , his breathing becoming harsher as a reaction to the kiss.

"As you wish, da~" He said, beginning to lightly nip and suck on the other's neck, elicting sweet moans from the other.

Feeling his pants get tight, Alfred squeezed his eyes shut as the blush deeped. Opening his mouth slightly he began to pant and a few beads of sweat ran down his neck. As if it was natural, Alfred wrapped his arms around Ivan's neck, closing the small space that was between them.

Ivan continued the gentle nips to keep Alfred's attention away from the large hand that slowly made it's way, sneakily, towards the other's pants.

But, as if flipping an imaginary switch on Al, he shoved the larger male away from him while angerly yelling "What the FUCK is wrong with you man? You don't go around RAPING people!" Alfred yelled, while angerly storming away towards the direction of the road. But a large arm hooked around his waist, stopping him in his tracks.

"It's not considered rape if you like it, da?" The quite huge boy whispered in the pissed American's ear.

"Well it's a good thing that I don't want it you communist bastard!" Alfred spat in the Russian boys face. That hit a nerve, which was obvious by the way that Ivan flinched. But, he recovered quickly. And now...he was also pissed.

"Russia. Is. No. Longer. A. Communist. Nation." Ivan huffed, he was barely controlling the intense urge to beat the obnoxious boy to a pulp. It had been almost a year and he couldn't believe THAT side of him was coming out.

"Sure, sure, dude. Sorry i insulted your pathetic country, dude. 'Cus everyone knows that America is the best EVER. Home of the brave and fre-" He was cut of by a hand inclosed around his windpipe.

"And fat and stupid apparently, da?" Ivan innociently continued, but under the sweet tone was a dangerous warning. 'I'm going to kill you if you don't shut up, da?'

He was in deep shit.

xoxoxoxo

At the school, a very pretty girl sat on the steps in front and played with her dolls, one of which looked frighteningly familar, even though she looked much too old for such a thing.

The girl herself was dollike, her porclain skin and her long blond hair, with a blue satin bow in it, her brilliant blue eyes with long eyelashes that when she blinked, swept her cheeks in a flattering manner, almost as if they were worshiping her.

She was very dainty and breakable, with an outlandish blue maid outfit on that had a huge stripped bow on the back with a lovely corset with frills on the bottom. She smiled at one of the dolls, exposing a few of her pearly white teeth. She re-tied the stubborn scarf around the dolls neck, the adorible grin still plastered on her face.

But the look in her eyes was all wrong, it wasn't fit for the face of a child. It was hungry every time she glanced at one doll in particular. An Ivan doll.

This is Natalia Braginski. Ivan's half sister.