Hetalia Oneshots

Endings (Nyo!America x Russia)

Requested by: bluecookies--

Warning: Straight and failed angst

Happily ever after never comes fast enough.

One of the main things Amelia noticed as a child, was the story books that were being read to her. They continued to drone on and on about the plot line. The little American was certain they were just buying time with their fancy words and delaying the happy ending.

" Just skip to the end daddy." The little girl stared up at her Native-American father with her big blue eyes. " That's when all the magic happens."

" No, daughter," he began," The magic is what unfolds, what creates the ending. The magic holds the power to overthrow the evil forces and let good rein. Or, it can kill us all." He would always close the book after her told her that, saying that she would never hear the end if she were not willing to wait.

Her father was so mean. He thought he was so wise. Really, she was the wise one. Every story had a happy ending. Of course they did. And everyone knew those stories from somewhere. Plus, what kind of magic is bad anyway? Psh. Her five-year-old brain was right. She was totally the smart one.

She woke up the next day with a bounce in her step. She trotted downstairs. Amelia ran outside and down the street. She pushed past a kid that was a little older than herself. " 'Scuse me!" She called over her shoulder. He shot her a smile and watched her run off, always in such a rush.

Happily ever after never comes fast enough.

Amelia fixed her necklace around her neck and pressed a small button on her glasses. She pushed the door and left the public bathroom. She held a book in her hand as her glasses recorded everything. Her hair was in a classic perm and she was in a white dress with red polkadots.

The 80s treated her nicely, with her being one of the few women working for the FBI. Amelia had stuck by her love for fairytales her entire life, especially since her foster sister — Alice had taken her in when her father died — kept that interest ablaze with her stories. The 20-year-old had only recently gotten the promotion to get to go on mission, and it was not going to be a lost cause.

She trailed her man close behind. The music thumped loudly. It was not very enjoyable, yet couples still danced. It was supposedly a love song, but she didn't hear the appeal in it. The words seemed meaningless, almost written by someone who'd never known love.

Well, she hadn't either. Her Prince Charming hadn't come for her yet. Amelia approached her target quickly. He had his eyes locked on her, and she didn't break eye contact. A few men had their eyes on her. She had wanted that. The more attention on her, the more tempted he would be to approach her.

Ivan, age 26, an illegal vodka dealer. More specifically, he snuck vodka across boarders with a little special surprise to go with it. She waited ten seconds, nine seconds, eight seconds.

She passed him with a small wink. She headed straight for the bar, empty glass in hand. She sat down in one of the tall chairs. Seven seconds, six seconds, five seconds.

She placed her middle finger on the on the top of the glass and moved it in a counter clockwise manner around the edge. Four seconds, three seconds. She made eye contact with him and smirked when he started walking towards her.