HIYA! I am shocked that only the followers had read Chapter 13 (to my watchers-DaIvanbraginski,lovesunberry,ludwigmylove ,steampunk-crow=Thanks a million!)

Hehehe, chapter 14 is fairing a lot better, maybe I should just post one at a time seeing that most people just read the latest chapter XD!

Anyway, This is a Russia POV that I kinda liked putting together...XD! I like it when Russia's funny and stuff... sorry if he seems OOC.

The world according to Russia:

Russia's scary

Russia's a sadist

Russia has superiority complex

Russia's a monster

RUSSIA! RUSSIA! RUSSIA!

I smile for a reason…why can't they see that? -_-

All this nonsense started during the Cold War of course. What else could set off my fellow nations to see me that way?

Why couldn't my life be as simple as it was in WWII? When Fredka's bosses and my bosses were friendlier?

It all went down when we became the leaders of the UN.

"I'm really sorry, dude!" America scratched the back of his head, smiling apologetically at me.

"I'm fine, comrade!" I smiled back; it wasn't his fault that he knocked my drink over.

"NO! Why are you saying sorry to him, Alfred? His glass was definitely in the way of your arm reach!" Shouted Fredka's boss.

"Well…you shouldn't have been so clumsy, stupid American!" my boss somehow got into the argument.

I saw Alfred tense…hopefully he wasn't hurt by what my boss said.

"BURGERS!" he shouted with his mouth wide in a smile. He was getting nervous…

"P-please, could we not fight, Da?"

"NO!"

"NYET!"

That's how I became the bad guy.

Today is just one of those same old, same old meetings. I sat beside China since my boss forced me too. I was seated hell away from Alfred, who's actually a very good friend of mine and his sweet Canadian brother.

*Sigh* Matvey! How would it feel if we skipped through meadows of sunflowers and kiss each other in hot… wild… animalistic … carnal… sloppy… then se-

"Hey…Russia, why don't you stop them from fighting, sí?" the tanned Spaniard touched my shoulders making me jump unnoticeably. He was talking about France, England, and America fighting over some trivial thing, like the family they are. I kept my heart rate down and gave him a small smile.

"No. I like it when they're fighting" Spain immediately walked away and started to gossip about how much of a sadist I was.

FACE PALM.

First off, I'm the person who believes in honesty. If you have to say something…say it! You won't get anywhere if you keep on hiding how you really feel. Let them release their anger; it'll make them feel better afterwards. They're family, for Vodka's sake, fighting is completely normal.

Plus, I'd intervene if someone actually pulls out a gun. But for the meantime, they're just pulling on whatever they think'll hurt the other most.

"I really like mister America!" Peeped my small Latvia. I see no reason why he shouldn't like him. Alfred's a really smart kid once you make him trust you, which is pretty hard…unexpectedly. You'd think it'll just take candy or burgers.

"Why don't you go and talk to him?" I whispered quietly. I turned around to look at him but his face looked totally scared and he ran towards Lithuania and Estonia.

What did I do? All I had was my happy aura…

FACE PALM.

My auras look too similar from each other.

Scary=Bluish-magenta

Scared=Bluish-Magenta.

Happy=Bluish-Magenta

"Did you hear that? Russia threatened to stretch poor Latvia into toffee!" gossiped Spain…SPAIN!

See how the world sees me? Well at least, they can't really touch me…my boss would be furious. I remember giving him a cute scarf for his birthday and he sulked and said that it didn't make him look intimidating enough.

"WHY WOULD YOU WANT AN INTIMIDATING LOOKING SCARF, ANYWAY!?"

"To be as scary as you"

*Background of comical gloom*

I'm not scary. I have a very warm culture…once the rebellion simmers down. PROPAGANDAS.

You know, it's quite fun to join them sometimes, you really feel the adrenalin rush. I see why Francis likes them so much. It's like a break from being a boss's pet and really feel what your people really need and want. It makes me feel free.

Although, I don't appreciate women going totally topless in the cold snow. It's not that it doesn't call for me (Almost all countries are bisexual)…it's just…

Won't there milk shakes turn into…Frozen milk slush? What a waste of perfectly good boobies. But at least they feel liberated and free…I guess.

"You do think my joke is funny, right mon ami?" France interrupted my train of thought. God, I wasn't listening. What should I do? Sarcasm. That's funny.

"No~ It was so~ not funny!" I smiled smugly. I really felt like a good friend...

"Y-you don't it's funny?" he stared at me in hurt. I could feel my palms sweat.

"Nyet…That's not what I-"

"Mon ami! You have hurt me…now I must go and shed my beautiful tears somewhere else" he flailed his hands dramatically as he tossed black rose petals while doing pirouettes and leaps heading towards the exit.

The door slammed tight.

~AWKWARD SIlENCE~

"You Russian, you made him cry!" Shouted England as he ran out following his boyfriend.

The next two hours were filled with silent boos and gossips…that were downright outlandish.

I just kept my big smile on, trying to remember that everything they said about me was wrong.

~A BIT LATER~

I had my head on the table as I asked for another mug of Vodka. I felt Alfred's hands stop me.

"Dude, you have got to stop drinking at this rate, you might start being alcoholic…*sigh*…again" America took a sip of his soda as he remembered the two straight months when he had to pick me up in wherever I was. What a good friend.

"NYET! I WANTS MORE!" I shouted.

"Ostanovit' yego , Ivan Braginskiy!" he said to me sternly…I couldn't fight back my own tongue.

"Nobody understands me…" I pouted with my face slammed down the counter.

"Dude, that's their loss. They were being so stupid anyway…you were clearly being sarcastic!" the American smiled apologetically.

"H-how do you know?"

"Oh, I read it on-line in a 'How to understand Sarcasm in different accents!' article" he smiled.

"You have that?" I looked at him.

"No! Dude, I just know you well enough. Have you tried, I don't know…advertising tourism there? I mean if they get to know you're people…maybe they'll be a bit softer!" My mind started to feel a lot more sober.

"That would be so great…if there weren't crazy women going topless from time to time!" I remembered the propagandas again.

"DUDE! YOU SHOULD TOTALLY ADVERTISE THAT! ANYBODY WHO LIKES TO SEE RUSSIAN DOULDE Ds, RAISE YOUR HANDS! " my American friend exclaimed gaining a sea of raised hands in the bar. I could really feel gloom setting in…he means well and all but…

"…or maybe, try explaining to them your action?" peeped a shy voice. I looked and saw the hot Canadian with a small smile on his face.

"or that!" Alfred agreed, scratching the back of his head.

"D-da! I WILL! I WILL!" I immediately got up and started to run drunkenly out of the bar! He was right! Yes…I just have to explain!

I saw Latvia and explained to him everything about the nature of my aura and reiterated that it's okay to be friends with America…but…

"Mr. Russia's drunk! I'm scared!" He run away and just like before Spain seems to be gossiping again.

Why can't they understand me? -_-

Aw...poor Russia XD! I really do feel that Russia is actually a nice and beautiful country, every country has something beautiful in them and plus I really don't think Russians are scary! XD

Please Comment and criticize! XD... I DO NOT OWN HETALIA! :C