That Curl
Chapter Nine: Russia/America
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia
Exiting the door with no grace, America hummed a reality show's theme song under his breath, not noticing where he was going.
"Hero~…" He sung lowly. He turned the corner quickly, bumping into someone's chest.
"Oh, I'm sorry-Oh." He stopped, noticing who it was.
"Hello America." Russia said, smiling.
America shivered slightly, liking the way Russia's accent sounded with his name. However, he held it back, considering the fact that Russia was a villain, and he was a hero!
"Go away, you communist!" he yelled up at Ivan.
"America…" Russia said, smile dropping at the corners.
America shivered again, this time slightly more noticeable.
"Hmph!" Alfred muttered to cover it, stalking away.
Russia sighed, and suddenly noticed America's hair curl.
"America." He called out once more, this time causing a visible tremor in the blonde.
"What?" Alfred stated, unhappy.
"What is this, da?" Ivan asked, stroking America's hair curl.
"R-Russia!" America collapsed in Russia's arms, moaning loudly.
Russia blinked in surprise, noticing the reaction.
"Are you okay, da?" He asked, fingering the curl.
The only response he got was some strangled moans and what sounded like an attempt at calling him a bastard.
Ivan smirked. A silent Alfred?
This, he could have fun with.
A/N: Is the ending okay…? Next chapter: I'll find something…right?