HETALIA BELONGS TO HIDEKAZ HIMARUYA
1971
As soon as the lieutenant turned the corner and found Russia in the corridor, even if there was a certain distance between them, he could tell that the nation was impatient. He couldn't stand still and he kept his arms folded, his lips pursed, often biting them, as if waiting was consuming him so that he needed to make faces—a bit like a big child. A child with the power to have him executed, so he made him wait no more and walked faster to his encounter.
"We've got it, Comrade Rossiya."
"You do?" Russia's violet eyes gleamed. "You have been saying that for a whole decade. You'd better not disappoint me again."
"No, sir. The studies are conclusive. This is it. We've found a good one."
"Let me see it. I want to see it right now."
The lieutenant made Russia follow him. He could feel him practically glued to his back, then, moments later, walking ahead of him, as if it was Russia the one leading the way. He was so impatient...The man really hoped the scientists really got it right this time. He didn't want to face the consequences of breaking his heart once again.
They took an elevator to the second basement. Right at the end of a very long corridor was a door.
Latvia was sitting on the floor in the middle of the hallway, one hand hugging his knees, the other touching his forehead. He was pale and looked like he was going to fall head first any second. Russia brushed his face with his coat when passing by, not paying any attention to him, as if he was a tiny stain on the floor—he didn't walk over him like he was one for an inch.
A member of the KGB guarded the door. The lieutenant and everyone else usually had to show their credentials—and not any credentials— in order to get in, but this time Russia's presence was all this watchman needed. After giving Russia a respectful nod, he stepped aside to let them both in.
There was no way to tell if the room was big or small, what color the tiles were, but it was evident that it was very well equipped, because of the pilot lights shining in the dark.
"The little darling is sensitive right now. We've got to keep her in the dark." A woman spoke to Russia in a very low voice. He could see her thanks to the light coming from outside.
And thanks to that light he could also see her.
He walked towards what all those men and women wearing coats were surrounding, taking notes about, checking every minute. He placed his gloved hand on her soft surface and looked at her closer, so close it almost seemed he was going to sniff her.
His lips curved into a smile.
"You and I are going to do wonders, my beloved..."
This would end this...little dispute with America once and for all.