I'm still no good at writing out a Russian accent - so sorry.

Pairing: RusEng

Angst

Ivan sat on the bench, now alone again. He sighed. He was rather envious of Alfred and Kiku and Yao. They all seemed to be having fun in the sun, running around the park. Having tried to join in earlier, he knew they would just get scared of his actions and the atmosphere would become strange. He sighed.

Hearing someone sit beside him, he looked around. Arthur was sitting there, sipping at a carton of juice. "Are they still at it?" he asked as he leaned back, his free arm resting against the back of the bench.

"Da," agreed Ivan, smiling. He felt much more relaxed and happy now that Arthur was nearby.

Fluff

"What are you doing?" said a voice behind Arthur. Startled, the Brit jumped and turned, his eyes widening as he noticed Ivan was standing there.

"I-Ivan!" he exclaimed, trying to hide his knitting.

"What you make?" asked Ivan, smiling, his head tilted in curiosity.

"I… well…" Arthur was flustered, a blush rising in his cheeks. "Um… Your birthday… I thought a new scarf…"

Humour

Arthur threw open the door of the basement. So what if he couldn't get a date? So what if it was Valentine's Day? He'd teach that Francis a lesson! He'd curse him to have a horrible day and…

Arthur sighed as he stopped in front of the magic circle which was always in his basement. Once again, he was on his own on this day and it broke his heart. He looked at the magic circle and an idea formed. Perhaps he could… Yes, he would definitely teach Francis a lesson!

Using a spell to summon something or someone which would love him, he held his hand over the circle. His voice crescendoed as he finished the spell, his hand flourishing. There was a green glow from the circle. He waited. Then he saw, in the middle of the circle, the top of a head appearing. It rose until he could see the whole face. Finally, he realised, Ivan's head was in the middle of his floor.

"You called again?" he said with a smile. Arthur just stared, trembling slightly.

Smut

Ivan smiled down at Arthur who was panting, red-faced. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. His arms moved to cover his embarrassed face. Gently, Ivan reached out and pulled his arms away.

"Net," he said, gently. "I see your face, da?" He smiled and Arthur stared at him, looking rather shocked. Then he smiled and nodded.

"M-Move, then…" he said, bracing himself. Ivan only responded with a nod before moving, thrusting into him. Arthur gasped and arched his back before relaxing and panting.

Au/Crossover (The Nutcracker) (As this is set in Germany, it would probably be best with Ludwig for this crossover – but I don't care.)

Ivan looked up at his older sister. "Spasibo, starshaya sestra!" he exclaimed. She smiled down at him and hurried off to ask their younger sister for help to set the table. Once they had both left, Ivan looked back down at the present in the box. Nestled snugly inside was a puppet, wearing a military uniform. Its hair was blonde and its eyes seemed to shine a remarkable green.

Carefully, Ivan lifted him from the box. Beneath the puppet was a slip of paper. He lifted it and read the English text: "Congratulations! You now own Arthur Kirkland! He will protect you from all evil!" Ivan smiled and lifted the puppet to eye level. Then, gently, he took the wooden rod and began to manipulate the puppet, making it walk along the ground towards his younger sister's dolls' house.

(Bunny & Wolf Universe)

Arthur Bunny grabbed his basket. Arthur Bunny had decided to go out to the market to find something for his dinner. However, Arthur Bunny had to make sure he had on his cloak to cover his ears – most of the animals nearby were bigger than he was and would love to eat a juicy Bunny like himself. And so, Arthur Bunny left his home, secure in the knowledge that he was disguised. He skipped off to the market happily.

However, soon, Arthur Bunny found himself bumping into someone as he skipped along with his eyes closed. Bouncing off of the person, Arthur Bunny fell to the ground; the hood of his cloak fell back, revealing his ears. As he gazed up he noticed the pointed ears and the fluffy tail of a wolf-person. The large man looked down at him, grinning happily.

"Privet!" said the man. "Are you alright?"

"Uh… Er… Y-Yes…" said Arthur Bunny. "H-Hello…" He will eat me – my life is over! thought Arthur Bunny, nervously.

Kinky

Ivan was suddenly behind Arthur. The British man was about to turn around when he felt arms encircle him. "Privet, Arthur," said the Russian. "I think it's time, da?"

"But… Wait!" exclaimed Arthur, gasping as the arms tightened their grip. One of the hands began to travel downwards.

"You promise, Arthur," whispered Ivan in his ear before lifting him off the ground in one arm, the other hand gently continuing its southward journey.

Fetish

"Why on Earth are we here?" asked Arthur, confused. He gazed across the beach. Then he glanced at his lover. Ivan was wearing swimming trunks and his scarf. He chuckled to himself at the ridiculous attire. Then he noticed the blush on Ivan's cheeks.

"For… Well…." said Ivan. He grabbed Arthur's wrist and pulled him towards his large frame. His arms wrapped around him before he leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Then he shifted and kissed Arthur on the neck.

"W-What…?" muttered Arthur, his face red.

Hurt/Comfort

Ivan clutched his arm. The wound he had gotten in the previous fight was distracting him. However, with one last swing of his pipe, he managed to dispatch his attacker. Lowering himself to the ground, he leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. He closed his eyes, resting, until he sensed movement. Opening them, he was surprised to see Arthur standing before him.

"Really, now – you shouldn't be fighting if you already have a wound," he said, clicking his tongue. He knelt down beside Ivan and began to try to take off his clothes.

"What you doing?" panted Ivan.

"I'm trying to help you – now relax."

First Love

Arthur watched Ivan walk past, smiling as usual. Some girls were crowding him, chattering to him, handing him presents and such. Ivan gratefully received each, smiling all the while. Arthur's eyes narrowed. He wasn't sure why, but this activity was annoying him.

Suddenly, Ivan's eyes caught his and Arthur's heart skipped a beat. Ivan smiled at him. Well, he was usually smiling. But this smile… To Arthur it seemed special. As though it was just for him. His mouth twitched itself into a nervous smile.

Fantasy

There was a clang as the arrow was knocked from the air. A sword had come out of nowhere to protect the king. Ivan smiled at the assassin who was at the other end of the room. The group of assassins who had acted as guests for a distraction gaped in astonishment at their failure.

The owner of the sword stepped in front Ivan, glaring at the enemies. "What do you think you're doing?" asked Arthur, the king's best knight.

Horror

Ivan turned slowly. He was sure he had heard something in the wardrobe behind him. Tilting his head in curiosity, he made his way there and then he opened it. Something dark was inside but he didn't get a chance to see what it was…

Arthur opened the door to a room he hadn't looked in yet. Looking round, he saw the large wardrobe, the empty room – and the body lying on the floor. "Ivan!" he exclaimed, recognising the figure immediately. He rushed forward and dropped to his knees beside him, shaking his shoulder. "Ivan!"

Adventure

Arthur waved his branch. This wasn't going well. The wolves kept attacking, biting bits off his makeshift shield. Meanwhile, he couldn't move backwards as his heel was at the edge of the cliff. He shifted his weight and part for the cliff fell away, clattering to the bottom of the ravine.

Suddenly, he saw something moving fast out of the corner of his eye. Looking round, he saw something flying towards him. He barely had time to widen his eyes in surprise when he was caught up in Ivan's arms, carried away at the end of a vine as he swung them round, away from the wolves and back to the trees.

UST（Unresolved Sexual Tension）

Arthur looked round as Ivan came forward to collect the appropriate documents for the meeting. The larger man smiled down at him as he held out his hand for the papers. Arthur held them out and Ivan gripped the paper – inadvertently gripping Arthur's hand.

Arthur blushed and glanced at their hands. Then he glanced up at Ivan's face. His smile was kind and gentle. Then he gently slid his hand away from Arthur's, taking hold of the papers and turning. Arthur stared after him…

Future (If a Star Trek-like Future happened…)

Arthur walked briskly down the corridor. He stood aside for a couple of superior officers before reaching the Brig. Within, sat the captain and the most superior officers. Saluting the Captain, he said. "You called for me, Captain Braginski?"

Ivan looked up. "Da…" he said, smiling at him. "We need private conversation. Wait in my chambers."

Suspense

Arthur stayed as still as possible, the hard gun poking into the small of his back. "What do you want?" he demanded.

"You have something. I want," said a Russian voice.

"I don't know what you mean…" said Arthur, his eyes narrowing, resisting the urge to put his hand in his pocket.

Death

Arthur stared, wide-eyed at Ivan who was within a glass chamber. He was sealed in and Arthur had no way to get inside – nor any time. A high-pitched squeal sounded and gas began to pour into the chamber. Ivan looked around impassively before looking back at Arthur.

"No!" exclaimed Arthur. "Come on; you can get yourself out of there! Open the door!"

Ivan shook his head. "D'is is de only way to get rid of gas. Izvinite, Arthur. Do svidaniya."