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Notes: -This is another request from ~Chiyoyo. ^^ I'm actually pretty excited to write this one :3 A darker version of 2P!Russia is what we decided on~  Only, it's gonna be longer than a oneshot xD WARNINGS: Violence, slight gore, language, slight mention of Nazism, and war. ALSO: Most translations are with Google because it has English letters xD *Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the Characters, or You; I only own the plot - Russia's ruby red eyes locked with the lifeless eyes of his boss, a slightly shocked look adorning his face; his eyes widened more than usual and his lips slightly parted in a breathless gasp. "You heard

Notes: -- Mkayz, so here is that 2P!Russia oneshot I've been promising ^^ I'm actually a big fan of this guy, so I wanted to make this one really good. :3 I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do! It's way different than I had planned, but I think I got it to work out alright ^^ Not very much 2P!Russia though :T WARNINGS: Language and some slightly brief sexual situation! Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or You* -- You never really understood people and how they functioned; they were always confusing or demanding to most everyone around them. And this included you, just another country in this chaotic world you dreaded to call home. You c

Ivan had been staying close to home for quite some time now. Since the holidays, he’s been opting to come home earlier and even beginning to relax. Before, he was usually a hermit until winter passed and then he’ll slowly emerge from his hibernation and get back to work. However now, he had a reason to stay and actually enjoy the cold. ___________ was often seen with him during these days. Sometimes he’s stay in a room just because he knew she was in it. He liked watching her doing things. She talked more. He didn’t mind that and at night, she cuddled on him. He liked hugging her. She learned for awhile now that Ivan d

Ivan x Reader Sleepover Written by CloudStories Enjoy ~

You walked out of the world meeting, feeling chills. It was Russia again, and you didn't know why he could make you feel this way. You positively hated it, and in turn had started to hate him. Snowflakes had started to drift down from the sky. All you had on you were some papers tucked in your coat for the meeting, and the only person that had offered to share a cab with you was France. In short, you had no money and no means, and were stuck walking to the airport to get back home. Jack Frost nipped at your nose and you wrapped your coat around you tighter. Then you got a peculiar sense someone was following you. You started to walk faster,

How had you got here? You were sitting in a circle with several other countries. Most of them were drunk, or just stupidly happy, for some reason unknown. You sighed, now you remembered. America had dragged you over to his house for a 'party'. This usually meant everyone would eat burgers and listen to really loud techno. It wasn't your cup of tea to be brutally honest. You would've much rather have stayed at home, cuddled up with a book, but no, 'the hero' had to drag you over for a party...You didn't even want to be here. You had literally got yourself some lunch when he burst through the door and picked you up and slung you over his should

You entered the meeting room, where the Allies were having a get-together. You were hoping to see Ivan, whom you had grown very close to over a short period of time. But, to your horror, he wasn't there ... and the other Allies seemed to be rather happy "Dude, I am so glad he's not here ..." Alfred sighed "He is rather ungentlemanly at times, America" Arthur said, taking a sip of tea "He scares me ..." Yao mumbled, full of anxiety "Well Russia isn't here ... so stop worrying" Francis growled, folding his arms "What's going on?" You asked, a little worried "Russia's not here. His sister called saying he was sick, or dying ... or whatever