The Nightmares

Chapter 1: The Coat

So this is my first fanfiction! It probably won't be that good so I'm very sorry if I disappoint you. I'm planning to update at least once a week, depending on how busy I am. As the description says, this is a RusAme fic. This book is rated Mature for later chapters and foul language so... I'm also sorry if I get anything incorrect historically, I try my best to research . I hope you enjoy!

Also, all of these chapters have been updated/changed since the first uploading, so if you've come to read the chapters again after my author's note further ahead, thank you very much!

Disclaimer : I do not own anything unfortunately. Hetalia and it's characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.

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"Dude, I seriously hate having world conferences in Moscow. It means we have to spend time with Russia! I can't stand the bastard." America complained to England, clenching his fists. He was still pretty pissed about the Cold War, and usually vented to his former caretaker about his hate for the man.

"No, I can't really stand him either Chap. Just don't start anything whilst we're here. I'm not in the mood for another bloody headache." The Englishman muttered. He was used to the two bickering but it occasionally ended with a killer headache for England.

Alfred took a seconds silence before sighing in defeat.

"Fine. I guess I can hold back for now."

Arthur rolled his eyes at the childish country. "It's not gentleman like to argue in public anyway. I thought I raised you better than that. It's always you starting the bicker sessions."

The American glared at Arthur, knowing that there was truth behind his words. He just loved to argue with the Russian because he liked plaguing him, and because he was creepy.

"Anyway," England checked his watch, "it's about time we start heading for the conference room, it's starting soon." He rose from his leather chair and turned the heater off. Eyebrows raised, he looked at America, waiting for him to follow foot. With a sigh, they left the room together.

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"Dude, I don't know if I can stand the cold any longer! I'm freezing to death." Alfred whined, rubbing his hands up and down his arms in an attempt to heat himself up.

"I could turn the heaters on?" A Russian accent voiced behind the two, causing Arthur to squeal.

"W-wanker! Don't just creep up on people like that!" England cried, glaring at the Russian.

Russia chuckled deeply, a blush forming on his cheeks. "Sorry. I will not next time, da?" He turned his head to look at America. Fearing yet another argument with the American, the cheerful atmosphere surrounding him immediately dropped, becoming deadpan. With a simple nod and hello, Russia walked off, making his way to his normal seat.

"Well that was rude." America muttered, strolling over and taking his seat. There he began to make conversation with a man that looked like him, but he couldn't quite remember his name.

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Germany stepped up to the front of the room and everyone became quiet.

"Welcome to the World Conference. Are we ready to start?" Germany questioned, with a stern face as usual. Russia quickly piped in, asking if he could make an announcement. Germany allowed him to, but with hesitation, and Ivan stepped up.

"The weather may get worse during the night, but not too bad, it might just get a little cold."

A series of groans passed through the long table. All apart from Russia, who had a very puzzled look on his face.