Hetalia One-Shots!

I Care(RusAme)

Ivan sighed as he walked to his best rival's house. A week of awful tension has passed, and his boss forced him to go to that fat, stupid, and disgusting capitalist's house. That idiot hasn't talked to Kennedy this entire ordeal so now here he was. He was not happy at all.

He hadn't practiced his American accent in forever, so when he forgot to mask his Russian one the American citizens looked scared or ready to fight. American sprit. Such a silly thing. It was something that it seemed even he couldn't brake. He wish he could, but even he didn't have the strength. When this stupid 'war' gets done with and America is nothing but another fallen want-to-be he will laugh. Laugh as he crushed the proud American and his pride and his sprit underneath his polished boot. There was no doubt in the Soviet's mind that he would be the victor. No tie. No loss. Only victory.

The pale superpower came out his thought to stare at the grey sky. He was already right in front of a dark blue door. It started pouring as soon as he set foot on the American trash's property. He was slightly wet. Strange, it seems even American weather dislikes me, he laughed to himself.

This was the time he took in his fellow superpower's house appearance. All the blinds and curtains were completely shut not even letting the few rays sunlight showing into his house. The house didn't show signs of a light on inside either. No noise came from inside, which was strange for that stupid American,Alfred. The powerful Union standing outside of the door almost felt concern. Ivan set that aside believing his misinterpted the feeling as stupidity for going to the wrong house.

He checked the slip in his pocket again. The slip paper between his fingers held the same address as the mailbox and the door. He sighed, not sure if he wanted it to be the right or the wrong address. He wondered if could just leave now,but his boss might call America's and ask if he did,in fact, go through with the direct order he was given.

Ivan finally worked up the decency to knock on the door with enough willpower to not punch or hit the American in the face with a metal pipe he managed to bring past borders. No answer. What was unnerving to the large man standing outside was that he could hear the echoing of the knock inside. He knocked a little harder but he came up with the same bone chilling echo.

Okay, now he must admit he felt slightly worried for the other. "Alfred! Come out and answer the door!" Ivan yelled,but he made sure his accent didn't slip through. It still sounded like him, yet it didn't have his accent. Ivan reached out for the door knob,and once his fingers landed on the chilly know he turned. It would only allow him to turn it ever so slightly. Locked. Ivan banged on the door "Alfred, let me you idiot!" Ivan called out.

With no answer and some kind of worry forming he hand an idea. It was kind of a stupid idea, but it would work. He took one step back, away from the door. He took a breath before he raised his leg. In a quick movement he kicked the door just hard enough to brake any locks the door might, but soft enough to keep the door hinges on. He looked around to make no one saw his action. He straighten up his coat and scarf before entering. Ivan was thinking about how much the door kicking action reminded him of something that Alfred would do. He immediately cringed and wished he never completed such an action.

Once the tall man entered he shut the door behind him. He had the correct assumption that there were no lights on. As he walked his footsteps gave a faint but eerie echo. Ivan was surprised by the house in its condition. Some objects seemed recently moved, yet few seemed to have been fell over. The only other noise in the entire house was a tv with a static noise going on. "Capitalist idiot, where are you?", he asked quietly, forgetting to mask his accent.

He found broken glass on the floor in the kitchen,which ended up causing more worry. Even if he greatly disliked the nation itself he wanted to be the end, but he still had some emotion left in his old body. There was also just a tiny amount of blood on the glass. Ivan wasn't sure if he felt more worried or smug. He quickly decided it was worry but he renamed it to hide the fact. After all why would the great Soviet Union care about a slight cut that the United States got. The only thing he could mask was the knot in his stomach telling something him about a bad feeling.