Hetalia One Shots (Finished)

RusAme- Fall for you (Part 1)

~~~~~~~Ay guys guess what? I'm back with more sentimental things c: this one is going to be cute..... sorta please tell me what you think. Also Russia may be out of character in this. Sorry, but every time i read something where they hate each other and play with each others feelings, it makes my heart drop. This will also be mainly in Russia's P.O.V.  Some will be in America's though.

Obviously the inspiration for this was the song: Fall For You, By, Secondhand Serenade~~~~~~

Russia sat there in the back, at the end of the table, inside the world meeting room. He was awaiting everyone else's arrival. He knew no one would sit next to him, or even look at him. The only possible reaction he would get from people, would be them walking faster with their head down as they passed him. It made him feel sad deep down, but then he remembered how powerful he was. He loved that he had this influence over so many people. They were all intimidated by him and he enjoyed it. All the while he sat there smiling a soft yet menacing smile. Then a thought invaded his thoughts. A certain annoying country that always did. His ocean blue eyes, blond hair that had an unmistakable cowlick, the glasses that framed his face so well, his annoying yet adorable laugh, and don't forget that smile. Every time the Russian saw it, his ice cold heart melted a little more each time. Until the young country, without knowledge, melted his heart completely, and broke down his walls he had put up so many centuries ago. 

The thought that came after saddened the older nation. America feared him the most. Ever since the cold war, it seemed like they hated each other and forever holding a grudge. Now Russia wanted nothing more than for the nation to love him. America would almost never make eye contact with him, but when he did, it looked almost saddened, then rage filled. It hurt him but he almost enjoyed the saddened the American, Since that's all he ever does to him, because he was oblivious to the Russian's feelings for him. Russia was so deep in thought, that he didn't notice the room was already full of all the nations and the meeting was about to begin.

Alfred's voice rang through the already loud room. He didn't make much of a difference, his voice only dissipated into the other loud voices that crowded the room. Some were fighting and arguing, The axis was trying to calm down Italy as usual. Russia looked around and noticed everyone was at least a good five seats away from him.  He attempted a smirk but it only showed as a small sad smile. He glanced around the room before his eyes finally landed on Him. His heart started beating faster. He noticed as the nation tensed up, as if feeling the Russian's gaze on him. America started to turn his way slowly, Russia looked away quickly before he met with his eyes. He was afraid to find the hurt and anger directed at him, inside of those beautiful blue eyes. Russia could get lost in them if he was brave enough. He had once tried to but the nation ended up turning away from him all too soon, and rushed pass him like everyone else did. 

Germany's voice cut through the meeting of nations, loud and clear. Russia snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at him.

He shifted his gaze to Italy only to find him sleeping. That must be why Germany was suddenly attentative. He was happy for them. Germany and Italy had been together for a few years now. But he also envied them. He always wondered how someone as scary, stoic, and strict of a person like Germany, could achieve gaining the love of such a carefree, cheerful, and innocent country as Italy. 

America obviously wasn't paying attention to what Germany was saying. He was too busy eating his McDonald's. England sent a glare his way, trying to convince him to listen to Germany. What did he care anyway? He wasn't in charge of him anymore. He had no say in what the nation did anymore. He won his independence fair and square. So America just continued to eat. He leaned back in his chair and gazed around the room. Looking to the back, he caught a certain Russian looking his way. Their eyes locked and the other nation's eyes widened as if not expecting him to keep staring. His blue eyes gazed into those beautiful violet eyes. America suddenly sat straight at the thought. ''Beautiful? no stop that kind of thinking" . They were still gazing at each other until Germany's voice invaded his ears.