Hetalia One-Shots

One Night Stands

She watched through slited eyes as he slowly began to leave her bed. If she were braver she would have reached out to stop him, or said something to call him back, but the reality of the consiquences would have been greater, so she pretended to sleep, her aching heart reaching out to the one man she couldnt have. As he shut the door leaving her in the room, completly filled with silence and the shuffling of muffled footsteps, she sat up in bed, her eyes traveling to the window where the moon glowed around her, offering comfert. She slipped from between the sheets and walked to the window as she hid in the shadows she watched as his white blond hair disapeared into the night.

That morning Glory sat up in her bed and staired at her mirror. Her hair was a mess, and her face told the tale of what she had done yet again last night. Sighing she sliped out of her sheets and walked over to the bathroom. She turned on the shower prepared to wash away last night. As the warm water hit her body, she scrubbed her body with her coconut soap and shampoo, making her feel slightly better than she had before.

She steped out of the shower drying off her body, before heading to her closet. She slipped on simple underware, before selecting her wardrobe. Knowing she had to fill out some paperwork at her Ice cream shop she dressed in casual cloths. She put on a pair of jeans, a blouse, and some tenis shoes. She pulled her golden blonde hair into a sloppy bun, applied a bit of mascara and lipgloss, then left the house purse in hand as she walked to her ice cream shop.

Ivan sat back in his chiar as he staired at the picture of his wife and son, before resting his face guiltily in his hands. He thought back to last night, the way Glory seemed to make him feel at ease, the way his wife never could. Though Alexandra was a sweet and kind harted woman she was often far to outspoken and head strong. Glory on the other hand was docile and quiet, she also had this way of making him melt by just looking at him, The way her soft brown eyes liquified in bed, the way her golden curls brightened in the evening and setting sun as if becoming golden silk. 

His wife was indeed beautiful, more beautiful then most women, only Glory seemed to touch him in a way other women couldn't, it was also then that his face darkened. As much as he wanted her, he knew things had to end, but the thought of giving her up sickened him, and only fuled him to keep her closer. Alexandra chose that momement to walk in.

For a few months now she'd been aware of her husbands infidelity. Unaware of whom it was, she kept quiet. As the wife of Ivan Braginski she knew her place about such a afairs were nothing to be spoken of. But she began to grow more aware of her husbands infidelity as he stayed out later and began to seek her out less. As much as she hated to admit it, the affection she and Ivan once shared seemed to have shattered the minute she bore him a son.

Alexandra aproched his desk in a dignified manner, keeping her true emotions at bay. She wanted nothing more than to be Ivans everything, but knew such talk now would grant her no favor in his mind. Ivan slowly caught her gaze, and Alexandra hesitated before speaking, knowing she had to say something.

"Ivan... I've noticed recently you have be straying from my bed." Her blue eyes gazed into his violet ones, "I know that I have not been a very satisfying wife to you, but i also know that you have not been a faithful husband to me, to which i have been a faithful wife to you."

Ivans cold eyes narrowed on hers, "This is none of your buisness," He said cooly.

Alexandra swallowd, "You cannot keep up this sharade eventually people will know... If not already."

Ivans stood quickly forcing her to take a step back, "Leave me."

She opened her mouth to speak but Ivan snapped at her before she had a chance to speak, "NOW!"