Thanks so much to ThatStalker for suggesting this chapter involve Russia. Personally, I can't decide who Russia should end up with (but I'm starting with RusAme a little) so I just decided to hit the big pairing of RoChu (Russia x China). Enjoy! Sorry if Russia (or anyone else for that matter) is a little OOC. Please comment on how I could do better or something! Thanks so much!

Disclaimer: Hetalia and all characters belong to Himaruya Hidekazu.

2nd Quote - "You can't have everything."

"Become one with Russia, da?" Russia yelled after the Asian nation scurrying away.

"NO WAY!" the Asian nation screamed over his shoulder. "You're crazy!" With those words, Ivan felt like he was stabbed in the heart. Usually these kinds of things didn't bother the strong nation, but having people repeat the same insult over and over again made it seem like the country was doing something wrong. What did he do to the other countries that made them hate him? All he wanted was to be friends with them…

Dejected, Ivan walked away from the Russo-Chinese border. He trudged back to his snowy wonderland, glaring at the frosty snow that invaded his usually warm boots.

Finally, he arrived at his house sitting among the snow. He walked to the porch and flung the door open. The three figures inside flinched. Saying nothing to them, he weaved his way through the furniture and made his way to the kitchen. He flung the pantry open angrily and pulled out two large bottles of vodka. Twisting the cap off, almost breaking it, he took a big swig and plopped down on the couch between the two trembling figures. The third avoided eye contact.

Russia eyed the Baltic Trio with an annoyed eye and took another swig of vodka, relishing the taste and the texture.

"Raivis…" Ivan started. The smaller nation flinched and trembled even harder next to him. "What do I do that makes me so undesirable? I am Russia! I am the greatest country there is!"

The silence filled the enormous living room, the wind pounding at the thick glass windows; only there on the off chance there would be a sunny day. Finally Estonia piped up.

"Well because you are so… rough with everyone. You don't know your own strength." The other two's heads whipped around to look at Eduard who dared to speak up against the giant country. Their eyes widened with panic, their orbs flickering back and forth between the two countries.

Ivan paused, deciding what to do with the bold country. Maybe he'd throw him out into the snowstorm… Or bring him to the basement… Or just throw the whole lot out to become the frozen popsicles they were always destined to be.

But something about the Eduard's boldness made the Russian man smile. The bi-speckled man's face was troubled but didn't show any sign of backing down. Instead of the usual punishment, Ivan took another big gulp of vodka, finishing the first bottle, extended a long arm towards the trembling man and gave him a painful slap on the shoulder. He continued to slap the man on the back as he started to laugh.

Raivis and Toris' faces twisted with confusion and fear but mostly felt sympathy towards the third member of their trio basically getting pounded by the older nation.

Finally, Russia stopped, reduced to chuckling as he mercifully stopped before Estonia's collarbone was broken. He twisted open the next bottle of clear liquid and downed half of its contents, wiping his mouth before getting up to retire to his quarters.

The moment Ivan's footsteps disappeared upstairs, Raivis and Toris rushed over to Eduard's side. Toris yanked Eduard's sweater and shirt away to reveal a large bruise forming at the junction where his neck and arm met.

"Are you alright?" Toris pulled out the well-used ice pack from the freezer and pressed it against Eduard's bruise. He flinched but then relaxed against the cool surface.

"Yeah, but I don't get why he didn't punish us more. Usually he'd throw us to the cold or…" Eduard trailed off, not wanting to list off the rest of the punishments Russia had inflicted upon the three.

"Maybe he's softening?" Raivis suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

"No, usually the vodka makes him more violent…" Eduard pondered, trying to come up with a logical reason why the usually violent nation was no longer violent.

"… He seemed upset when he came in…" Toris thought aloud. They all sighed, relief finally pouring through them as they realized they'd escaped today's punishment. They all big each other good night and went to bed. Toris's mind tried to come up with a reasonable answer as to why Ivan was clearly bothered about something. Finally he drifted to sleep, unable to come up with a solution.

Ivan slid down against his bedroom door. He'd heard everything and frankly he'd been hurt. His pride had been wounded. He wasn't violent, he just wanted friends, honestly.

He clenched his fist, nails digging into his palms.

He'd show them. He'd show everyone! He'd show them he could be nice!

At the next world meeting.

"Ah, you're here earry, Russia-san." Japan said as he walked through the door, organizing the papers in his hands. He sat down across from the table where Italy and Germany usually sat. Russia nodded and smiled pleasantly at the Asian nation but said nothing. Slowly, the other nations of the world trickled in, each taking their respective seats at the unusually large table.

The meeting droned on, each country giving the current status of their country and in general talking about nothing interesting. Finally, it was Russia's turn. Ivan stood and tucked his hands behind his back, smiling pleasantly.

"I would just like for everyone to know that I want to become friends with everyone." No one said anything. The countries just sat there with varying expressions of apprehension, fear and surprise. Ivan's smile became strained as the silence proceeded. "That is all, comrades." He sat down and tried not the glare at anyone. The countries were supposed to cheer. They were supposed to smile back.

He glanced at Yao. Yao looked intrigued but quickly glanced away from the gaze of the Russian man. Russia sighed and rested his head on the table, tuning out from the meeting. Same meeting, same countries, same people who didn't want to be friends with him. Slowly, his lids covered his purple eyes, but no one bothered to wake him. No one wanted to anger the largest nation in the world.

Russia awoke to the sound of a door being closed, slammed shut by the last person to leave. He cracked his eyes open, raising his heavy head from the cradle of his arms on the table. Groggily, he looked around the room.


Why didn't anyone tell him the meeting was over?

Feeling lonelier than ever before, he trudged out of the large room, the sound of his footsteps bouncing off the high ceiling and walls. He walked down the empty halls, almost in a dream as the only sound heard was his footsteps. There was no one to talk to. No one to walk with.

Suddenly, voices were heard down the hall. Two countries turned the corner, talking in hushed tones, both were walking very properly, upright and uptight. Russia perked up listening to their conversation intently.

"… What was up with Russia today, Yao-kun?" the Asian country clothed in a meticulously cleaned white suit asked his partner who was clutching a plush that resembled a white cat. The two nations walked slowly down the hall. Russia scurried back to the conference room and close the door silently, but pressed his ear against the door to listen to them.

"I don't know, aru." the older nation mused. "Russia doesn't usually fall asleep during world meetings… Usually he just sits quietly watching us fight and then talked about how he wants to pound in our faces later… Or chugging vodka, aru… Or yelling "be come one with Russia!"… aru…"

"Right… I wonder what was up…" The footsteps passed the conference room, but then stopped suddenly.

"You go ahead, Japan. I left something in the conference room." Immediately, Russia panicked. Looking around wildly for somewhere to hide, he just figured he'd pretend to be asleep and ignore China. He leapt to the conference table and almost slammed his head onto his crossed arms as the conference room door creaked open softly and the ancient nation walked in. Ivan wanted to look so bad and take a peak but he didn't want to risk being found out.

However, instead of searching the room and leaving, Yao just head straight over to the sleeping Ivan and quietly pulled a chair out and sat down next to him. Russia, hearing the movements, could only imagine what Yao looked like right now.

"What's wrong, Ivan? Can't handle one meeting, aru?" Yao whispered, almost too soft for him to hear. Ivan wanted to smile, or at least pat Yao's soft hair, but he knew that that would scare away the older, but smaller, nation.

"So you want to be friends with everyone, now, aru?" Yao shifted in his seat, copying Ivan's pose. Russia's face was so sweet, and yet there was something darker hidden behind those sinister violet eyes. "What brought this on?" Russia smiled and opened his eyes, relishing the sight before him.

China's soft hair was neatly haloed by the sinking sun that streamed through the tall conference windows. The orange sky lit the whole room up, lighting up the asian's fair skin. His deep chocolate brown eyes were filled with curiosity and wonder, as well as something deeper. Was it… kindness? Or maybe slight adoration?

"I just want to be friends with everyone." Ivan smiled. Immediately, the walls that China had let down were erected, protecting the mysterious emotion deep within their depths. "I want everyone to be happy. I want everything…"

"...aru?" China choked, his face flushing with embarrassment. He scrambled to get away from the larger nation but was held close by a strong arm that kept him in his place.

"I want all to become one with Russia already. I want to be the world's superpower," his eyes darkened and the beginning of a dark aura began to surround the mighty nation. "I want Amerika gone, but I also want to see him beg on his knees for me to make him part of Mother Russia. I want everyone to live under one roof with me again. I want… you." Ivan met the flustered nation's brown eyes.

"What?" Yao almost screeched. Ivan was almost ranting and unloading on him! Why was he the unfortunate country to be trapped with the frightening nation?

Although… he was kind of asking for it when he wanted to check up on the sleeping nation. Who knew? Maybe he had a cold? It wasn't like anyone else was going to check up on him, on the contrary, they'd celebrate if Russia got sick.

"I want you to live with me. We could become a super nation and defeat Amerika together!" Ivan smiled, genuinely. It was a great plan after all! While Amerika was the world's superpower, he could't fend off two of the strongest nations at the same time.

A long silence filled the vast conference room and Russia's smile fell slightly. China's face was a look of apprehension and surprise, but made no move to agree or disagree with the Russian man. Ivan knew the idea was preposterous. China would die before working together with Russia. That was why China worked for America, to stay on the good side of the Superpower.

"Ah… forget it, comrade." Russia got up and patted China on the shoulder, gently. "I believe I am still tired." With that, Ivan moved to flee the awkward atmosphere of the large room. Before the tall man could exit, a soft voice called from behind him and he paused to listen.

"Y-you can't have everything, aru…" Ivan turned and nodded over his shoulder and moved to leave once again, but was stopped by a delicate hand tugging on his trademark scarf. "B-but you can start with my friendship, aru…"

Ivan's eyes widened and he smothered the urge to take the asian man in his arms in a bone crushing hug. Instead he simply patted the blushing nation on the head and left, a smile playing on the corners of his mouth.

Haaaaa... Well that's over with! XD

Next quote is: "Please- please don't cry. I can't stand it when you cry."
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