I Was So Scared (Hetalia Fanfiction)

What a pain

( THIS IS NOT POLITICAL, WELL A BIT, ONLY 1-1.5%.)

America ran through the United Nations headquarters panting heavily as he looked all around him, thinking in his mind, "He has to be here somewhere..., that Idiot!" He finally came to the food court as the only place left as he threw the doors open, causing surrounding nations to look over in a sudden jolt as they saw a heavily breathing America. He looked all around him seeing everyones' eyes on him as he walked forward, his eyes finally landing on target. Everyone watched in a form of terror of what may happen, only seeing America like this only when he was about to get into a war. They all feared the worst as they looked in the direction America was walking, and who it led up to, terrified them even more.

America eventually came to a hault in front of a table, staring down a man with white hair who was humming to himself with a smile as he pet a small boys head, the boy looking between frightened and freaked the hell out, the two men on each side of him also looking slightly shaken as they looked up out of the corner of their eyes wondering what America may do. America lifted a gloved hand up into the air, as he let it slam back down onto the table, him leaning over, an armslength apart from the white haired man, "What the hell Russia!?," he began, "What's up with you jumping into Syrias' place like that?"

The two men next to Russia jumped quickly out of the way as Russia opened up his purple eyes, looking back at America with an innocent smile as he offered one of his homemade pirozaki, "Oh, Hi America comrade!, would you like some pirozaki?"

A sigh came from Americas' throat as he stood up and looked down at the Russian, glaring greatly at him, "I don't want food right now..., well I do but that's besides the point." America sat down across from Russia as they opened up his flight jacket, slipping his hand into a pocket inside and pulling out a small stack of papers. "We're signing a treaty and you're getting out of Mesopotamia NOW." Russia looked down at the papers then up towards America again without much change in expression, still smiling as usual, "And why should I...?," he began, opening up his eyes as a dark aura surrounds him, "First of all, Syria is my ally, you protect your friends, why can't I protect mine at all?" He began to pack up as he broke eye contact with America, " I suggest you come by my home tonight, America Comrade, we can talk about this then," he stood up from the table, a small white, blue and red stripped cooler in hand, turning to the right of the table and walking around America, leaving the small boy and two men looking much calmer than before. Russia looked down at America from the back and said, "If you think I'm leaving her behind, you're dead wrong comrade, dead wrong," he flicked the small strands of hair that were on Americas' head as he turned back and walked towards the door, opening it and shutting it closed slowly behind him.

The two men and small boy relaxed completely now as America sighed, letting his head rest in his hands, " What's up with that idiot, first he's messung with Ukraine and now with Syria..."

The man with glasses and short blond hair looked at a depressed looking America as he tried to pat his shoulder from the otherside of the table, "Well, Syria is a little more reasonable because of that chechen terrorist that's been getting alot of attention in the media, Abu Omar is his name I think, " The man looked up, placing his curled up index finger to his lower lip as he thought. America looked up at the man, remembering reading reports on what he said, "That so Estonia?"

Estonia nodded as he sighed, "Yeah, Chechnya and Russia have a... turbulent history with one another," he began as he looked over at Lithuania who was patting Latvias' back, trying to calm down the smaller nation, "I'm pretty sure everyone here, you especially America, remember the Chechen wars about twenty years back?"

America ran the information over in his mind again that he had read about back then, "Yeah, who can forget, So you think that's probably why he's after that guy?" Estonia nodded in agreement, "Most likely, Abu Omar is looked as a threat towards Russias' control over Chechnya and the Northern Caucasus in general."

Humming in interest at Estonias' information, America looked over into the stack of papers infront of him and pulled out a picture paper clipped to an information sheet, the picture of a man with pale skin, and a red beard with no mustache, he read over it as he questioned, more to himself then Estonia, "Well then why is he helping the regime out then if this is all he wants?"

Estonia took off his glasses inorder to wipe off a smudge as he looked ovee again at America, "I didn't say that that's the only reason why he's getting involved," Estonia continued as he repositioned his glasses onto his head, "Remember he also owns a port in Tartous and I think maybe one air base in Latakia right above it, two now I think," he finished waiting for Americas' response

He sighed as he remembered arguing with Russia over the Ukrainian war, the memories of what had happened came to mind as he relished in that fact of the ceasefire, "Well then, I'll talk to the opposition and him about maybe a ceasefire for now while I think of what to do next," America refiled the paper back in place as he stood up and nodded at Estonia, "Thanks for the help man, I owe ya one," he said as he walked away, from the table, towards the door and out of it, pushing it with his back as he shoved the papers back into his jackets' pocket.