Treaty of Rapallo
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: Ivan/Ludwig (Russia/Germany)
Summary: The two countries decided to drop all wartime claims against each other, to cooperate economically and to establish diplomatic relations. This is the relationship between Soviet Russia and Germany. It lasted ten years and was known as the Treaty of Rapallo.
A/N: T-this isn't what it looks like! *points at evil zombie plot bunny* He's the one who did it! HE MADE ME WRITE IT! This also has not been dropped to my editor, who probably believes I fired her or something of the sort, but I am writing in the other stories, and I plan to post something of each VERY soon! And so all I ask all of you is to enjoy this small little preview of my newst idea! This already had a few chapters written so... *smiles stupidly*
Prologue: The stop in Berlin
Ludwig woke up to light rain and a soft knock on the door. He got up, wondering who could be knocking this early in the morning. He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face before he pulled on his clothing and walked into the living room. Glancing at the clock, it read it was nearly five in the morning. He should be getting up soon anyways. He opened the door, seeing a tall, Russian man who was wet from the rain.
"Good morning, Ludwig!" A cheerfully childish voice nearly sang. The tall man smiled cheerfully again. Ludwig rubbed his icy blue eyes, quietly inviting the Russian into his house. "I'm here because my leader, Господин Lenin, said it would do me good to go out to the Conference of Genoa instead of moping around my house, besides, I have to talk with you, da?"
"And what is it that you need?" Germany asked calmly, leading him to the kitchen. He invited him to sit at the table while he started to make the coffee.
"First, where is your brother, Prussiya?" Ivan asked suspiciously. Germany chuckled softly.
"What about Preußen? Do you still find dislike for my older brother?" The German didn't seem as strict as he usually did. He started the instant blend, giving Ivan a slightly regretful smile. "I'm sorry about using the instant blend for a guest, the blend is rather thin, forgive me. Besides, Russland, Preußen is not home at the moment."
Russland…
Russia felt another smile cross his face, but this time it was almost sorrowful. It had taken him such a long time to get him to call his country name in his German language. The Russian enjoyed the way his country's name sounded in the other's native tongue. It was almost beautiful to be honest. "Germaniya…"
"Ja, was machst du?" Ludwig asked, looking a bit confused before he took out two mugs. "Here, I finished making the coffee, would you like some?"
"Of course," Ivan smiled sweetly. "It's almost cute how we always manage to run to each other when we realize we've both been fucked over… for the lack of a better word, of course, Ludwig." Russia added rather quickly, as he saw the other's almost haunted facial expression. He seemed to be pained at the comment.
"True," Germany said grimly before he gave Ivan a half smile. "I hope we don't end up on a different side again. It seems I am oddly comforted when we are together."
"I find comfort when we are too, Germaniya…" Ivan spoke softly, glancing down at his coffee as Ludwig sent sugar and creamers on the table for him. "I actually came here for business… you see, Germaniya, Lenin wished for me to ask you a question…"
"Ach… what was it?"
"Do you wish to draw a draft for a treaty between our nations?"
A/N: And now that you have all read a tiny little prologue to the idea, how do you all feel about it? If you're interested, please review this. I will continue to write it, and I only expect this to be about 12 or 14 chapters long at the most.
Please review and thanks for reading!