It's getting to be too much for me. I have to leave here. He doesn't love me; I've come to see that. And I can't stand for it any longer. I've got to find someone else to help me.

I hate him. I hate him and his stupid eyes. They irritate me to my wits end. I wish he would stop looking at me with his stupid, beautiful eyes. They make me so mad that I wanna...

America and Russia were locked in a vicous battle of intimidation and science. With only their wits about them, the story of the cold war is told through a litle game of chess... [i tried to do the research, but tell me if i have anything wrong] [i dont own hetalia]

(Warning kind of gory) Russia absolutely can't stand the sound of America's voice. When America comes over uninvited with a couple of drinks Russia unexpectedly slits America's throat. He isolates America in his home and enjoy's the fact that America can't speak anymore. Although as the months go by America begins to get used to and almost enjoys his forced silence; something Russia can't seem to understand, until he stumbles upon one of America's many written letters. When Russia is trash talked at a meeting he storms out on America during blizzard. They learn that their lonely pain and angst towards the world are not so different.

"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."

Commander Ivan Braginski has it all-- a loyal platoon of soldiers, an unmatched winning streak on the battle field, and a boring life. More than anything, he craves a challenge, something to make his life more interesting. When an American pilot gives him the chance, will he remain strong or fall to the weak? Congrats to RussiaSunflower for winning this little project.

Being the eldest son of Britain (one of the richest and most powerful countries in the world) America has a lot of expectations to live up to. He always has to be the best dressed, most well-behaved country at parties. He has to be perfect. But everything changes when America meets a mysterious country the night of a masquerade ball. America is used to having others fall for him. What he isn't used to, however, is falling in love. small disclaimer!! this is going to be historically inaccurate, so sorry to all the history nerds out there. I just came up with a dumb rusame concept and wanted to write it for fun. I still appreciate criticism though! this is going to be so cliche hhh (and angsty) all art is made by me unless said otherwise