The Lonely Sunflower (Hetalia Russia Story)

We Need To Talk

England paced nervously around the room. Frequently checking his watch, he waited anxiously for Russia's arrival. He silently cursed the other Allies for making him have this role. 

Why couldn't China do it?! It's his bloody plan!

Cussing quietly under his breath, he shot angry glances at the cracked open kitchen door. His fear grew more and more the longer he waited. What was he going to say? How was he going to start talking? What if Russia was already in a foul mood?

England thought back to when he spoke with Lithuania. The young Baltic's voice didn't sound fearful so that could mean that Russia was in a good mood... Right?

Knock Knock

"Wh-Who is it?" England called out, walking over to the front door. He knew who it was, he didn't need them to answer.

"It's is me, Russia." Russia's innocent voice said from behind the door. He felt his hands getting clammy as he slowly unlocked and opened the door. Russia's big figure stood smiling down at him. "Privyet, England~"

"G-Good afternoon, Russia." England greeted, trying to keep his voice steady. "Please, come in. I have made some tea for us." Stepping aside, England watched Russia stroll into his house and into the dining room. Trying to keep his legs from shaking, England followed his guest, keeping a safe distance between them. Russia took the seat right across from England and grinned.

"This is very nice of you to invite me over." Russia said watching England pour them cups of tea.

Keep calm, Arthur, he just arrived. He does not know yet. There is no need to be afraid.

"Are you okay? Your hands are doing a lot of the trembling."

England jumped slightly. "Oh, I am fine. Just a little cold, that is all." England lied forcing a smile. Russia looked around.

"I am surprised you are cold, your home is much warm, compared to my house." England nodded and pushed Russia's teacup over to him. Russia took the warm cup into his cold hands and beamed. He loved the warmth of the glass surface.

"So," Russia said when England did not speak, "What is it you were wanting to meet with me about?" He broke out in a cold sweat. 

"W-Well, ehem, Russia," England began, finding it hard to speak, "I wanted to speak to you about...well...you." He bit his tongue. Did he word that right? Was this a good way to start off? Russia tilted his head.

"What are you meaning?" Russia asked in a confused voice. He gently lifted up his tea cup and sipped the warm, flavoured water.

"What I mean is.." England started to trail off. When he saw Russia's intense stare, he blurted out everything that was on his mind. "You're scary! You always use violence to get what you want! You nearly beat me with that bloody pipe of yours. You need to stop, Russia. People are scared of you. If you keep threatening people to become one with you, you are going to start another bloody world war. Okay. I said it. That is why I am meeting with you. You need to stop what you are doing, Russia. It is not right." When he finished, he felt all the color drain from his face. Not removing the cup from his mouth, Russia stared at England, taking in every word he had said.

"Oh," Russia said after a long, intimidating silence. He set down his cup, "Is that it?" Russia's four worded answer made England's legs tremble.

Oh god, is he mad? I can't tell. He's not saying anything. Damn.

"Yes," England answered, clearing his throat, "That is what I wanted to tell you." Silence. Complete silence. England stared at Russia, trying not to show his fear, and Russia stared back, giving his usual innocent smile. A single bead of sweat slid down the side of England's face, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

After what seemed like a hundred hours, Russia stood up. Stiffening, England watched him walk around the table and suddenly appear a couple inches away from him. The tall country cast a haunting shadow over his poor ally, engulfing him in a faint darkness.

"Those are not nice words, England." Russia said calmly. "I am not understanding anything you are saying. How am I cruel? I am not thinking you are not knowing what your talking about." A dangerous aura drifted from Russia, causing England to struggle out of his seat.

"That does not make me very happy." Russia said in a low voice. He took a step closer to England till there was no space in between them. Feeling his blood turn cold, England shot up and hurriedly back away. With a quick, short whistle he made the signal.

America, France, and China all came out from the kitchen and stood by England's side. They all stared up at him, all putting on a serious face. Russia looked at his former allies in confusion.

Why are they looking at me like that? What did I do?