A bunch of hetalia oneshots/ drabbles i guess?

Rusame

The heat of the moment was too much for both of them to bear. They needed to let out all the tension between them. Piercing purple eyes meeting vibrant blue eyes that darkened with lust. Lips soon came together in a bruising kiss. Clothes were being pulled at until they were pulled up and over, or down and pushed away. Platinum blond hair was intertwined with tanned fingers. It was a flurry of passion clothes and sounds. Moans were escaping a pair of luscious lips, while another pair was attached to skin coloring it vibrant blues, dark purples, soft lilacs, making Alfred resemble a canvas covered in watercolors. Farther down Ivan went and suddenly stopped.

"Why'd you stop," the American whined.

"When did you get this," the Russian inquired, pointing to a small tattoo. It was a galaxy encased in a small heart.

"A while ago. It was before we met," Alfred said.

"Does it have a story, or any meaning behind it?"The other stated while getting off of the dirty blond.

"Yeah, actually. I was around 16 and still living with Arthur. He was always the one people like to look at, and the worst part is that he knew it. He was a narcissist, an egotist,and anyone who could inflate his ego was soon inflating his covers and had their emotions deflated. He was absolutely horrid. He used this to his advantage and rubbed it in my face. Calling me fat, worthless mostly, and worst of all, I believed it." This caused the 6' 3" male to comfort his 5'11" lover, whispering in his ear words of empowerment.

"Well, I know that now," the other smiled, "but that caused me to find a way to get him to stop. It caused me to hate myself, count calories, exercise excessively, and as a result I ended up in a hospital for a week. By the third day, I looked in the mirror and saw what he had caused me to become. I vowed that this would never happen again. I started to learn to love myself, i'm still learning to love myself, and you do help a lot. So when I was 18, I moved out, and I also got this tattoo. Being an aspiring astrophysicist, and that experience caused me to get a tattoo commemorating both," Alfred finished with a nostalgic tone. The previous animalistic mood was over; they both knew it. They both silently called it a night, sealed it with a gentle kiss, put on pyjamas, crawled under the comforters, and put on a NASA documentary. Neither of them wanted it any other way.