A/N: Hurray! My 10th chapter…I feel proud of myself :') I've not been getting any reviews lately but I'm glad to know that people are reading, thanks for your faves and follows. Oh, and I really how no one's confused at this point… I wouldn't be surprised if you were… Let's have a bit of Russia this time ;)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia, only the plot of this story.
The feeling of Emptiness
Chapter 10
'How are you, aru?'
'I am good, and you?'
'I am good too. What do you want, aru? I'm very busy.'
'I'm sorry China; I need to 'talk' with someone…'
'Eh..?'
'China?'
' Sorry aru. I-I have to go.'
'Wait! China! …China…?'
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Russia sighed in annoyance, slamming the phone onto the desk. Was he so desperate to talk to someone? How about America? No, he wasn't the best person for advice. France? Too romantic… England? … He gets suspicious too quickly. Germany? He is bit temperamental. The Italy's? What was he, insane?
He groaned in annoyance, he couldn't handle this. He could always feign sickness and skip the meeting, but he wasn't a coward- last time he hid from Belarus was because he had a good reason too! Now he was even more nervous that before…why? Because he didn't know how to handle awkward situations like these!
Urgh! Stupid Nata- Belarus. Damn, stupid brain…
His phone started to ring; he brought it up to his ear.
'Hello? Ivan?'
'Ukraine? Where are you?'
'I'm out brother. Guess who I bumped into?'
'Was it that American?'
'The wha- no, no it wasn't. What's he got to do with this?'
'Nothing…'
'Hm…okay… are you ready to guess?'
'…'
'I'll just hand her the phone, okay?'
A whine of protest could be heard from the other side, Russia began to lose his patience.
'Ukraine, I'm busy. Goodb-'
'Hello Ivan…'
Russia momentarily stopped. He could recognise from the tone of the voice that there was a woman on the other side of the phone. However, he couldn't remember hearing that voice before.
'Who's this?'
He pondered; there was a deep intake of breath from the other side of the line.
'You don't recognise me?!'
'No. Now answer the question.'
'I-' *sigh* 'Forget it мой защитник'
Russia's eye's widened, he recognised that phrase… No, it couldn't possibly be.
'Sorry for disturbing you, I know you're busy.'
Could it?
'Good bye.'
His thoughts came to a halt as the call had come to an end. His breath was caught in his throat, she's well. She's not forgotten him and she's well…
'Anya…?'
Without a second thought he fumbled with the buttons on his phone hastily. Bringing the speaker up to his ear he muttered to himself, 'come one, come on, come one…'
'Hel-'
'Ukraine! That girl! Pass it to that girl!'
There was a moment of silence.
'To who?'
Russia groaned, clenching his fists tightly. He hissed through his teeth making the girl squeak.
'The girl…Anya…the one I was talking to.'
'Oh, her…'
'Yes, her. Give it to her!'
'Sorry I can't brother. She's gone-'
G-Gone?
'-she said something about being in a hurry to meet with a friend.'
Friend? What friend? Russia growled, burning holes into the floor.
'Did she say where she was going?'
'Hm… no, not really.'
Russia sighed in defeat; he just found her and lost her- just like that.
'I could always ask Dmitri…'
'Wh-? Oh, him. *Growl* Do whatever you want, I need to talk to her!'
'*Giggle* Okay. I have to go now! Matthew, please wait a little!'
'Wait! Who's Matt-'
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
He clenched his jaw tightly, slamming the phone to the desk with a powerful force. Matthew? Is he the man courting my sister? Matthew…Matthew. Matty. Matt…Matt? That sounds really familiar… where have I heard that before…
{{Flashback Starts}}
'Hey Russia! Is that you dude?'
'RUSSIA!'
'What's up dude?'
'Sure is cold…'
'Well I-'
'I was wondering if we could like hang out, you know? See the sights and all…?'
'Dude…?'
'Duuudee?'
'Urgh…'
'Umm…did you like hear that dude?'
'My bro Matt's calling me…'
{{Flashback ends}}
My bro Matt…
My BRO Matt…
Bro…it's abbreviation of the word brother…
Russia gulped, his mouth turned dry at the sudden tenseness in the room as it was registered to him…
America referred to his brother as Matthew….
That means Ukraine is going out with- He cringed at the thought.
No, just no. He fell onto his black leather chair. Please no… He pursed his lips and bowed his heads, praying silently for his sanity to remain intact…
Now, he definitely needed ALL the help he could get.
Translation (Thanks to google translate!)
мой защитник – Russian for 'my protector', you pronounce itas ' moy zashchitnik'
Poor Russia… Don't worry Matthew isn't bad at all! Hehe, I kind of think my Ivan is acting a tad similar too Germany…maybe slightly too much for my liking. What do you think? Hmmm…what else….? Oh! I hope you are all having a good summer…I know I'm not…It's raining and dreary. *sigh* Well, this is England…
What do you think of the UkrainexCanada pairing? It was that or UkrainexTurkey. I couldn't decide so I tossed a coin and yeah… Sorry, the chapter isn't as long as normal. I've just got a chemistry exam then two weeks of solid work experience. Then I'm free! XD …for the start of summer X_X
~SilentSicarius