The Lonely Sunflower (Hetalia Russia Story)

Stupid Americans

Authors Note:

Just going to mention that from here on out, I'll be addressing the countries as their human names. So Russia is now Ivan, America is Alfred, etc.

Just letting you know now.

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The first person Ivan decided to visit was Alfred. Yeah, not the best decision he ever made, but it was a start. The others would have to wait and he, for some reason, believed Alfred would be more understanding. So wrong.

He hadn't been to the United States for a while now. It's not like he had any valid reason to visit in the past. Alfred and him weren't exactly on good terms.

That day was a sunny one. The sky was clear and birds flew above his head as Ivan walked down the streets of New York City. It was odd to be surrounded by so many people, and by so many loud noises. Everywhere he looked there was life. Even the building seemed alive as the honking of the car horns rebounded off its tall surface. Ah, the atmosphere warmed his heart. It was certainly a sight to behold.

After making his way through the crowded streets, he reached the apartment building in which the American stayed in his two bedroom complex. The Russian walked up the steps and stared face to face with the door. Its new painted wood stared back at him as if silently beckoning him to hurry up and know. That's exactly what Ivan did.

Knock Knock

Ivan stood awkwardly as he awaited for Alfred to open the door. Whether he would answer him or not was still a mystery. He couldn't predict anything with the American. Suddenly, the faint sound of footsteps were heard thundering down a flight of steps. Then came a loud thud and a censored word that shall remain to the reader's imagination. After the shuffling of feet and unlatching of a lock, the door swung open to reveal a cheery looking American.

"Hey!" Alfred greeted. "What's up- Shit, it's you." He suddenly cracked the door and squinted up at Ivan. Ivan remained smiling, but faltered a bit as he did so.

"Privet, Alfred." Was the simple greeting he gave back to the narrowed eyed blonde.

"Look, I'm not here to become one with you, or do any shit like that, okay?" Alfred said in a slightly irritated tone. A cold glare passed his eyes as he continued. "So don't you dare try to hurt me. I have Mattie and Iggy on speed dial so I could holler for them whenever I need to. My seventy-two hours of playing Call of Duty ain't for nothing, you know. Not to mention my sweet as fuck Nerf Gun collection. I will have you know that I can kick your ass. Uh-huh. You heard me. I will kick that commie ass of yours so hard that you'll be be demoCRYING (stupid pun for democracy) for mercy! Hah! So you can just suck my-"

"I am not here to fight." Ivan said with an exasperated sigh. Honestly, friend or not, Alfred, if he was in a mood, would use this same exact rambling with them. "I am here to speak with you, only speak."

Alfred cocked up an eyebrow at that statement, debating whether or not to let him in. He seemingly came unarmed so what reason would he have to not let him in. "Alright... well come on in." The American said, opening the door wider and stepping out of the way. Ivan nodded his head and slowly took a step inside.

The interior of the place was, as expected, a mess. Furniture and other personal belongings seemed to fill every crook and corner. Comic books could be seen stacked along the edges of the walls that led towards what seemed like the American's bedroom, not to mention the countless video games and movies. The strong aroma of bacon and eggs filled his nostrils the more he walked inside. Alfred apparently had just eaten his morning meal.

"If you want to talk, let's talk in here." Alfred said, walking over into his living room. This room was just like the rest, very crowded. Ivan had to take his time to try not to step on his belongings which seemed to be scattered everywhere. After making his way across the room, the Russian took a seat on the couch across from Alfred. Alfred leaned back and put his hands behind his head in a relaxed manner. "What's up, dude? What do ya want to talk about?"