Iván no esperaba encontrarse con él en la víspera de navidad.

"Those eyes were ravenous, hungry for power and would do anything to get it.  And in Russia's eyes that is what was truly beautiful. He would do anything in his power to make those beautiful, powerful, icey blue eyes his and his alone."

RUSAME DRABBLES!!! (Human names, I don't own Hetalia, though I wish I did)

Ivan, captain of almost every sports team, suddenly gets pushed down a peg or two when alfred moves to his school, taking over the track team, swim team, and football team and becomes captain of all three. Alfred had never thought anything about the old team coach, until he learns a odd secret of him. fail title fails, ha. I swear, the story is better than it sounds in the description. Well.. maybe not, but who knows. Have fun reading! (Hetalia does not and will never belong to me. i know, it sucks. cover art is also not mine)

A RusAme fanfiction, I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. Cover art is not mine.

This was just an idea that popped into my head after i saw this one picture. America has to learn not to insult Russia's scarf, or else there might be... consequences;D

Alfred really doesn't hate Ivan. But that doesn't stop the tensions between them.

Before 1936, I was alone again. America wasn't my birthplace. I was born and raised in Russia, and I continued to live there with my sisters after our parents had died. In all honesty, I would've never left had it not been for Vladimir Lenin and his Bolshevik Institute of Artistic Culture. In America, I found that the immigrant life wasn't nearly as easy as I'd hoped. My sisters and I settled down in a small New York town, where we each found jobs. My older sister, Katyushka, worked as a chef at The Bear and Buck, where she put her culinary expertise to work. My younger sister, Natalia, started out as a journalist, then began writing a very successful mystery/horror novel series. I concentrated on my ballet. I joined the New York Ballet Theater, and soon, "Under the Same Stars" went into production. Within a few years, it was a fully fledged show. But there was one detail I always left out. I never revealed that the story was true, based on my own experiences in Russia, an experience that set my new life in motion. Before 1936, I was alone again.

When a glaring contest became something more... WARNING: Smut like smexy times!!! Actual Copulation and a writer's first time in writing this... DISCLAIMER: I do not own any pictures posted in this story (Cover)

A cute little one shot Image is not mine