KiraXHetaliaLover

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Turn Around, Turn Around and fix your eye in my direction, So there is a connection. I can't speak, I can't make a sound to somehow capture your attention, I'm staring at perfection. Take a look at me so you can see How beautiful you are." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Russian leaned forward a bit, not enough for anybody to notice, but just enough so that he could smell your apple shampoo. He sighed happily. You didn't know him, not really. I mean, you were classmates, but that's about it. You knew that his name was Ivan Braginski and that he was Russian. You also know that he was in your history class, and

"U-uh ... Become one, da?" Ivan said nervously The girl he was talking to walked away, looking agitated. He went back to his friends, who were leaning against the wall and had seen what had happened "You botched it again?!" Arthur said, folding his arms "At this rate, you'll become the guy in the school with the most rejections" America said "Oui, even more than that loser from Canada" Francis laughed "Francis, that's our friend Matthew, aru" Yao sighed "He's still a loser" Francis muttered "Alright, let's get back to the job in hand ... getting Ivan a girl so his crazy sister will leave him be" Arthur said "Sh-she's not crazy. She's

  Around you, everybody slept peacefully. For some reason, America decided to have this huge sleepover thing and watch scary movies before you all fell asleep. Sure, everyone knew how America got when he watched those movies but there was no option.   The only problem was that you were even worse with them than he was. Now you just laid awaken fear of the darkness, various nations sprawled around in the room in deep sleep.   Looking over, you hope at least Hungary or Liechtenstein were still awake after those. Too bad they were curled up beside those they were close to. Liechtenstein was curled up next to Switzerland and Hung

Your best friend was Ivan. You were just friends but he wanted to be more. He loved you. But, you were acting different. You dressed the same, had the same grades, and even smelled the same! But, your attitude was meaner. You started to yell at people who got in your way. You lost your big smile too. You had no patience for anyone, and you were slowly losing your patience for Ivan. He still loved you though. He loved remembering the day he fell in love with you, too. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FlashBack~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey, Ivan!" you called out. "Da, ________?" He asked. You giggled a little at his accent. "Yo

 You were playing with your food while your mother was talking to you. "Honey, don't you want your knight in shining armor?" "Mom do you know what century it is? And I don't want some white man on a stallion." "Well what do you want? A Mexican on a Donkey?" She replied. "Mom, that's racist." You told her. "Whatever. But don't you want someone to be with? Someone you love?" She asked you. "Well, yeah….but it seems that all the guys I met only wanted to marry me because I'm your daughter." You answered. Your mother sighed sadly.  "Well, I'm sorry to hear that." It went into an awkward silence. The only noise was the clankin

Chapter 8: Recovering Truths pt.1 Recap---- It was getting late and Ivan was having a hard time staying awake due to his small body. As you watched his amethyst eyes droop from time to time you smoothed out his soft beige hair and let his head rest on your shoulder, lightly patting his back so he could finally drift off to sleep. Sighing happily a soft giggle escaped you as you walked up to your bedroom and placed him atop your bed, there you wrapped the covers over him and tucked him in. Smiling lightly to yourself you made your way back down stairs and plopped a pillow up on the edge of the couch and readied a blanket to keep you warm for

RussiaxReader Cake or Death Part 6 For the second night in a row you'd gone with less than three hours of sleep. Never. Again. The next morning, you woke to the pleasant site of your alarm clock telling you that you had less than forty minutes to eat, get dressed, and haul ass to school if you wanted to make it there before the tardy bell rang. Apparently you'd managed to sleep through your alarm (which was un-fucking-believable seeing as that annoying shit could probably raise the entire cast of Hamlet back from the dead) and your dear, loving, helpful father had come in and shut it off because it was distracting him while he was trying

G and the rest stared at you as you sat there with a confused look.  The air was tense.  “W-what did you want to talk about?”  You asked slightly nervous.  “Why didn’t you tell me where you were?”  G asked.  “I think the answer is very obvious.”  “Don’t be such a smart ass.”  G scolded.  G looked to you hurt.  This made you feel bad for everything.  “I’m starting to hate Lukas.”  Mathias said breaking the thick wall of silence and awkwardness.  “Why is that?  Isn’t he your brother?”  You asked. “He has a bitch of a girlfriend.  He changed a