Matt was coming home from work, with his hockey stick covered in blood. He was going home, he needed to relieve some of his stress, on his partner, [Y/N].
He loved them, but he would always act so cold, and distant to them, and everyone. He was very so slightly less cold and distant to [Y/N] he wanted them to know that, he cared about them, and that he loved them with all his, cold, and distant heart.
So, when he had gotten home, he went straight to their shared bedroom. He looked at [Y/N] and smirked at them.
"[Y/N]" he called in an almost lustful voice.
*some chapters are very long ;-;*
Russia and America adore each other, but could never say a word. One is haunted by the thought of his people and family hating him. And the other doesn't even understand his own feelings. Although when an unfortunate event causes them to come together, how will their worlds treat them?
(Warnings: Homophobia, attempted suicide, angst, swearing, sexual themes, abuse)
Yeah this is one big fuked up story I can't believe I'm writing... xD
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, I just own the plot.
Also I'm so sorry for how I portray certain countries in this lol