Rupru Stories

Todo alrededor de Inglaterra es magia que no entiende el joven América, el tiempo y la dolorosa separación hace despertar recuerdos y sentimientos ocultos. Hay un vaivén entre las relaciones que establecen ambos.

I can't get enough of the crimson vodka. That's the problem. I can't stop. Only he with eyes that shine brighter than the crimson vodka can control me. {RuPru Short Oneshot}

Ivan Braginski—serial murderer convicted of killing 5 women—is constantly reminded that he is viewed as a monster. Beginning to believe it himself, Ivan feels worse than he had when he actually committed the crimes. But once a cocky, German psychologist requests to speak with him, he starts to question that notion. (Russia x Prussia AU one-shot)

Las anteriormente cálidas y llorosas amatistas se han vuelto más gélidas que el invierno mismo, provocándole escalofríos que nada tienen que ver con el agua congelada que ha mojado toda su ropa. Entonces, un sólo y terrible pensamiento cruza la mente de Gilbert. "¿Cómo puede lucir tan bien en esta situación? Mi cuerpo no responde, yo..."

La segunda guerra a terminado y ahora lo tiene rendido a sus pies.

When slacker Gilbert Beilschmidt gets stuck rooming the school loner Ivan Braginski, Gilbert is forced to realize something that will change the rest of his college life.

so um this is a rusprus oneshot about russia n prussia, this will be from Russia's POV

Gilbert was lonely, with naught but his brother in his company. His family had abandoned them in time of financial crisis, and his fear of dying in the freezing cold was growing. The clouds were hiding the sky, but one small crack of sunlight broke through. One strange, childish, and maybe, just maybe, equally lonely man named Ivan Braginski. (RusPru)

Jakožto dobrý taktik byl Gilbert pro své zkušenosti z předešlých válek poslán mladším bratrem na Východní frontu. Byt' se situace zdála slibná a k vítězství netrvalo dlouho, Ruský medvěd nikdy nepadne . Gilbert tak ztrácí veškerou kontrolu nad válkou a posléze i vlastní svobodou, kdy se jako Ivanova velkolepá trofej začlení mezi tehdy mocný Sovětský svaz. Pro něj tak začíná etapa života plná nočních můr.

The smell of dirt and sweat, along with the noise all the children brought was revolting and it made him sick. Or so he thought, until a certain boy, possibly the noisiest of them all as well as one of the dirtiest, started to attract his attention. Of course I do not own Hetalia, nor the characters.

When the Berlin Wall is finally built, it traps Gilbert Beilshmidt in a cold, merciless Hell controlled by the Soviet Union and their dreaded secret police. Ludwig worries endlessly for his brother and the East Germans, but there is nothing he can do. More than just a wall divides Europe, and no one can foresee any end to the suffering. It will take time for the storm to calm... but can Prussia hold on that long? _________________ //(｀・ω・´)”author's note: hello I'm a bit new to this wattpad thing, and my english isn't great because it is not my first language, okay? (/ω＼) okai.