I'm going to admit it, I'm a sucky updater. But I really will finish my stories, so, thanks for following this story everybody. It makes me realize that I actually do have fans. I also have one more Hetalia that I started when I was in a darker mood, but it's rated M. But for those of you who –can- read M, your more than welcome to read it. You'll realize my favorite character to manipulate is Ivan the Terrible.
Ivan reared back "WHAT?" he growled. Arthur shivered and Francis held him back, looking up at the master of the castle.
"You heard him, mon ami. Matthew isn't coming to dinner. Don't take it out on Angleterre," Francis spoke up for his love, rolling his eyes at Ivan's snapping attitude. The man had developed a great anger problem during the cold wars. Of course, after having to deal with America, who wouldn't have a bit of an issue?
"Fine. I'll go straight to the source," a soured smile appeared on Ivan's face. He turned to go toward Matthew's room. Francis suddenly shot in front of him and blocked the way.
"Just wait. What if Canada is the one that can get us all free?" Francis asked, looking pleadingly at Russia.
Russia smirked as he looked at the Frenchmen. "Now why would I want to let all of you go? You serve me so well while I'm here." Russia crossed his arms, feeling as if he had won the argument.
Francis looked up into the violet eyes of the Russian and actually laughed. "Okay, Ivan, mon ami, but it is your loss when your lovely little sister Belarus comes knocking."
Russia froze and looked at the nation standing in front of the door. "Canada can get you all out…? How?"
Francis' eyes lit up with the best anticipation. "Love of course!" Russia covered his face in an 'I knew it' gesture. "Wait, just hear me out, mon ami! Mon petit chou, can you control love with magic?"
Arthur wrinkled his nose. "Oh bloody hell, no. Do you really think I'd be with you, you bloody frog, if I could control it?"
"Exactly!" Francis exclaimed rapidly. "Love is too strong to be controlled by magic! Therefore, it must be more powerful and can break it, correct?"
"That's the biggest load of crock I've ever-" Arthur started but he was cut off by the pleading look in Francis eyes. Arthur knew something out of the ordinary had to occur to the person the magic surrounded in order to break the spell. Love was definitely out of the ordinary for Ivan. Francis was right. -If- by chance it worked, it was all the better. And if it didn't? They'd have an in love, and therefore better behaved Russian on their hands. "But… maybe the frog is right. I don't actually know how love and magic interact. They could very well cancel out…"
"And anyways, it's worth a shot isn't it?" Especially since summer is coming to a close… the sunflowers will die soon. Francis didn't add his last thought aloud. Arthur had explained magic to him, in a roundabout way. He had spoken of how the magic will allow itself to be reversed only during a certain timespan. The magic attached itself to a living thing and it's lifespan was the magic's timespan. Normally, Arthur had mentioned, it attached itself to something very dear to the person.
Russia nodded. It was worth a shot as he didn't truly want to be stuck with Belarus following him around the house. "Fine, Francis. What do I need to do?"
Both other countries occupying the room stared, astonished at Russia's compliancy. He must be extremely frightened of his sister in order to go along with this. Francis was the first to recover. "Well, you have to woo him of course. Use sweet words. Act gentlemanly, such as having manners. Say please, thank you. Dress properly. We'll start with that. The simple things should do. BUT, most of all, learn to control your temper. Your vodka addiction adds to that problem."
Russia's nostrils flared as he approached France. "What do you mean my 'addiction?' I'm perfectly fine," he grit his teeth as he said the words.
"That's exactly what I mean, mon ami. You're threatening me now. That's your anger and it's worsened when you drink more," the Frenchman spoke up. He had long since gotten over his fear of Ivan, leaving that to the other countries. He knew the man got angry, but he'd been through too much now to hurt anyone.
Ivan let out a breath. He needed Francis' help if he didn't want his sister stuck here. "Okay. I'll watch my anger. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up my vodka, da?" Francis shrugged. It wasn't the drinking that was truly the problem, it was the anger afterwards. The tall man was never actually drunk, but he did get testy during his heavier drinking.
"A little drinking is okay. Where would I be within the romance world without my wine? Just watch how much so that you don't get angry with Canada."
"Da. I'll watch it. Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm going to go to Matvie myself in order to request his present at dinner. Francis, go cook," Ivan said before moving past the two countries and out the door.
Arthur's eyes went round as the saucers under his tea cups. "What have you gotten our poor little Matthew into?" he asked Francis before slipping out to follow the Russian.
"Me?" Francis called out after Arthur. "Your magic is what got us stuck in this mess!" He rolled his eyes before deciding to follow his orders. He did love to cook, anyways.
