A/n: sorry it is so short, will write more soon :)
$Lets Start $
/Narrators Pov/
The winter cold of the snowy desert sat useless after the '59 ending of the search for gold. The bought man stood in the barren wasteland, alone for once in a while. No men in search for the oh so precious material, no dogs running their paws down to blood and bone on the unfamiliar landscape, no new boats docking at the port. His land was useless, no-one even wanted this, this pile of rock, ruble and snow anymore.
Cold splinters of ice shattered against his face, bundled in a thick cloth he had had since he was a child, since he was given it by the silver haired man he grew up with, the man who gave him away, sold him away. He grew up in the Russians' ownership, once being a proud, young embodiment of the Alaskan territory. The new state had kept himself to himself, until the fateful day that Alfred the American personification had kindly asked him to go to a meeting with him.
The duo entered the large front doors of the building, and strolled quickly down the long hall to another set of double doors, slightly smaller in size, and had a blue carpet run the length of it and into the open room. The state followed slowly behind the country, seating himself at the round table next to the country, just adjacent to the Englishman and young Canadian who was talking to the Cuban male. Soon more personifications piled into the room, sitting in their respective places, and starting to engage in some small talk, although others ending up shouting over each other. As the meeting free closer and less and less people entered the room, the personifications became quiet, and finally, the infamous Russian man strutted in, sending a harsh glare the Americans way, to which Alfred returned, before he noticed the scrawny, not-so-well-dressed male next to him, who wasn't paying attention to anything going on and rather fiddling with the buttons and hem of his shirt. Ivan stalked his way around the table, seating himself across from the American, staring him down with vulture like intimidation, getting the same in reply, the room was far from quiet, and in the midst of chaos, the Russian whispered to the male from across the table.
"See me after the meeting, American."
The harsh glare he received from that didn't make him back down, not would it deter him from his main objective, the he was starting to revise over in his head. For the remainder of the meeting he stared at the two across from him, sometimes turning his attention back to the meeting at hand.
$Time Skip: End Of Meeting$
The Russian man strutted out of the room, eyes locked onto the American, glaring ever so slightly, then turned a corner into a different corridor, waiting for Alfred there. The American embodiment soon came around the corner too, mumbling to himself, before raising his head to glare at the Russian in front of him.
"What do you want, Russia?"
"Why did you bring him here, he doesn't need to be here!?"
"I wanted to bring him, he has missed you all this time, all the time that you left him."
"Excuse me-"
"Alfred, are we going yet-"
The small embodiment of Alaska rounded the corner in pursuit of the American, before he locked eyes with who his American friend was talking to, his breath halted for a second and then his heart sped up in either fear or joy or both, and he stayed quiet as he quickly turned his attention back to Alfred. He went to speak, but the American was interrupted again by the Russian, who had made his way to standing closer the Alaska than before.
"Alaska, hello, it's me, you remember, da? Your friend America and I were just discussing some deals and what, why don't you run along to the car and wait for him?" It was more of menacing that anything, a threat was just laying beneath the surface of that lie.
The little Alaska nodded once before taking a glance at Alfred, then scurrying off to the front door, accompanying the Englishman to his car, while taking sneaking glances behind him, making sure there was no one following him.
Alfred turned in anger to the Russian, fists balled and teeth bared, glaring full of hatred at him.
"What the fuck was that for?!"
(To Be Continued...)
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Hetalia x Male Reader - One Shot Book
Fanfictionplease request storys since I absolutely have no inspiration, I wrote this since I can't find many hetalia X male reader storys but the ones that are there are brilliant. Well anyway I probably won't do female X male reader but will do male X male s...
