spiteful words hurt, but silence breaks a heart.

Do you have a gun kink? Are you a Capitalist? or a Communist? Love the Cold War? Do ballistic missile jokes crack you up? Did all of those questions give you a sick sense of déjà vu? If so then you already know what this is. If not... well, stick around and find out. FAQ SUBMIT

[sovietnam]

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There's this one rusame fic I loved it was my absolute fav & I can't find it anywhere bc I don't remember where it was posted/the title but maybe you'v heard of it?? It was a modern/high school au & Alfred & Ivan are both kinda crazy & stalking each other but they end up falling in love and killing some guy who bullied Alfred??? It's my all time favorite fic & I can't find it anywhere I need your help ;A;

It sounds similar to a summary I looked at once in the blog’s fic list. Was is something called “Stadium Love”? I’ve never read it, but I think the summary matches. I’m sorry if that’s not the one you’re looking for. 

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My Boy Builds Coffins

Death hummed while crossing his legs. The grass under him turned brown and dry and brittle, but he paid it no mind. "There were clouds that year, Alfred," he reminded lightly.

"Oh. Yeah, guess you're right. Man times sure have changed haven't they?"

Ivan made a sound of agreement before turning his body towards his friend, heart fluttering in his chest. They were sitting so close, right next to each other. With just a few inches separating them, it would be so easy to lean over and place kisses all over Alfred's face. Between his eyes, his neck, his forehead. Chaste kisses that held every term of endearment he was too shy to speak aloud. Say "I love you" after each one...

Blue eyes met amethyst, and Ivan feared Alfred would read his thoughts. "Alfred -" he started softly, only to be interrupted.

CW: life and death au, heavy death mention, kinda bittersweet, mainly just angsty, inspired by florence and the machine

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Coming to Terms with the Unspoken

“Why do you never take your scarf off?” was a recurring question from Alfred. Of course he already knew; Ivan had shown him the scars many years ago, back when they were still friends. He’d even let Alfred touch them, smiling when that strong hand gently followed the contours of lines and edges.

Whenever Alfred posed that particular question, Ivan’s hand automatically shot to his throat, as if feelings the instinctive need to protect the concealed skin. Alfred didn't understand at first, what was there left to hide? Why did Ivan never get rid of that one protection, and even if he did, there were still the bandages. Was he afraid Alfred had somehow forgotten? That would be next to impossible, seeing as nations had an excellent memory for such important events.

CW: Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Angst, Hopeful Ending

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Cicadas Sing

“I… I think I’m alright,”

“I do not believe you,” Ivan said quietly, “You do not look well at all,”

“Then why did you ask?” Alfred grumbled and closed his eye again, “Why are you here, Ivan? I didn’t receive a letter about your visit,”

“It was spontaneous, I suppose…” Ivan leaned a little bit toward Alfred, “I wanted to me sure you were… fairing well, after the… split within your nation. I really wish to know the truth, Alfred… How are you?”

Alfred leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands. “Am I going to die?”

CW: Historical fic, post-Civil War era, Canon-verse, no warning apply

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Fieldwork

Alfred reached the car at last. He circled around to the boot which was almost touching the ground, indicating that there was something very heavy in the back. Wedging in the crowbar he had brought, he attempted to pry open the boot, grunting with effort.

“I said make it quick,” Ivan’s voice crackled impatiently through his headset.

“Okay, okay!” Alfred snapped, his own irritation rising with the heat inside the heavy bomb suit. He dropped the crowbar, fitted his hand into the handle of the boot, and wrenched it open with superhuman strength. “Oh,” he said, his blue eyes widening as the boot lid bounced on weakened hydraulics. “Oh god.”

The back of the car was filled with large, cylindrical explosives tied together with bits of red wiring. He counted three, four, five… six of them, all lying along the bottom in a neat row. This was big.

“Houston, we have a problem. Krrrrsh!”

CW: Alternate Universe, Blood, Bombs, Punching, Mild Language, Minor Violence

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Switching bottom love on fanficion the autor is not ative but there are stories there. Is called secret deal and there's fanart

thanks! i’ll definitely check it out right now that my keyboard is cooperating!

-lola

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Student au on fanfiction called infatuation

Thank you! We’ll add that to the queue!

-textbook

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Do you mind explaining to me how to easily find rusame fics on Dream Width, based on Hetalia kink memes? For some reason I'm having difficulty navigating through the website and I'm pretty much lost. If its not of any bother can you probably give me an idea of what i should do or type and where? (Sorry if i seem clueless i just dont get it)

honestly.when.i.look.for.them.i.just.scroll.through.all.the.parts.youre.not.clueless.at.all.im.still.doing.it.the.hard.way!XD

sorry.for.the.wait.i.hae.pretty.much.een.put.on.inoluntary.hiatus.with.fic.related.things.

lola

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Do you know of any fics where Ivan is the teacher and Alfred is his student ?

the.only.one.i.really.know.is.For.It.Was.I.Who.Chose.to.Start

ut.i.know.theres.more.out.there....just.cant.really.come.up.with.one.on.top.of.my.head.>.>

also.sorry.aout.the.wait.my.keyoard.has.gone.to.hell.and.i.cant.really.do.much...

lola

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Running Free

"I need you!"

In that pause everything was almost silent, even with the storm coming down upon the two. Alfred turned toward Ivan, bright blue eyes looking up at him in confusion. No one needed a man with no legs, so why . . .

Ivan had long since abandoned concern with staying as dry as possible. He was just as drenched as Alfred, and the two of them looked simply pathetic. He understood Alfred's confusion, because even Ivan bore that feeling inside his chest.

"You," Ivan began, his words heard clear even amidst the downpour of rain. "Have become my muse." Alfred seemed confused. It wasn't a term Ivan was sure the boy's heard before. So, he elaborated. "The song in my soul; my inspiration. A poet is nothing without what inspires him," Ivan explained. He needed poetry to write poetry. "Please, don't think yourself useless or unimportant. You're everything to me."

Ivan's never seen as much reaction from the boy than right then in the rain. Wet bangs sticking to forehead and water dripping off nose and lips, Alfred looked quite distraught with disbelief. He was at a loss for words. Ivan could see his jaw slowly moving, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

CW: Historical fic, post-Civil War era. Poet Ivan, amputee Alfred. Smut. Heavy on the angst and romance, oh la la.

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Daisy

"English is hard for me. I do not speak things right, so the other kids laugh." I buried my chin in my scarf. I hoped that Alfred would not laugh at me. I did not think that he would, but maybe he was only pretending to be nice.

Alfred sprung to his feet. "Which kids? Tell me and I'll beat 'me up! No one makes fun of my friend!" Friend? This was the first time we had talked. Were we really already friends? Was this how easy it was for sister?

Wait. Alfred said he was going to beat people up. That was not good. Papa and Katyusha both always say not to beat people up or be mean to them. Even if the other people were being mean, you had to be nice.

"Please do not hurt kids. Stay and play with me, da?" I grabbed his sleeve and pointed at the flowers behind him. "In Russian, they are tyul'pany." Alfred smiled.

Later, after I had learned about tulips, blue bells, gladioluses, daffodils, dahlias, and sunflowers (my favorite!), it was dark and Alfred had to go to dinner. But before he left, he gave me a whole daisy and promised to play with me again. I couldn't wait.

CW: Modern AU, schoolchildren. First POV, sweet and adorable. Minor bullying.

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It’s been a long night

"But you should hate me! You should despise me and want to tear me to shreds! I dreamt of killing you how are you not mad at me?!"

"Alfred F. Jones listen to me. I could never hate you I refuse to. I would rather die than hate you and be okay with it. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are my favorite sun flower you warm me up inside I get drunk off of the thought of you!" Ivan paused before continuing, "You're the reason I wake up and I got to sleep you're the reason I'm here right now yelling at you about how much you mean to me and how much a silly dream won't make me mad at you." 

"Ivan…? Do your really mean it?" There was a pause of silence between the two of them, long and heavy, carrying the weight of what felt like their entire lives on it. 

"Yes." And Ivan said this with every cell in his body. His soul was so sure of this answer. His mind for once in his entire life entirely agreed on one thing; that He loved Alfred F. Jones with everything in himself. And Alfred cried. He cried and he shock but not out of sadness but out of utter euphoria.

CW: Modern era, canonverse. Established relationship, bad dreams and reassurance. Kinda dialogue heavy, short fic.

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YES!!!! That's it, thank you so much!!!!(Blue Lips person):D

Glad we could help :D

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Hi, sorry, I was just wondering if you could help me locate a fic I've read. Alfred was in Russia on his way to Ivan's place when his car failed. Ivan was on his way to get him when Alfred was hit by a truck. Alfred had to stay in Russia to recover from a bad leg break and he stayed with Ivan. It's slow burn, but the do eventually get together. It's canonverse, and I can't remember where I read it. If you could help that'd be great!:)

BLUE  LIPS! YOU’RE  TALKING  ABOUT BLUE LIPS!

i  love  that fic ;A; and unfortunately the author has deleted it and pretty much disappeared from the internet. they were a very good person and  i hope their life is only amazing and wonderful i  really should’ve talked to them  more when i had the chance…

anyway, i do know that some of it is on the kink meme. i can’t remember what part though….

~lola

edit:I have the links!

Part 1 (1-28): http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=60213049#t60213049

Part 2 (29-62): http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/18772.html?thread=68063828

Part 3 (63-65): http://hetalia-kink.dreamwidth.org/78769.html?thread=504390321&style=light#cmt504390321

~textbook

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Do you have any rusame fic suggestions with female America x Russia. Possible with a sex scene. It doesn't have to have one though

I don’t know many, but there are a few I know of:

Tomorrows - (reincarnation throughout history. Their genders change after each reincarnation. There is death, as one would expect, and it is a soulmate AU)

In My Arms Again - (Ivan cheats on Amelia and they try to put the pieces back together. It is unfinished and was last updated as of December 2014, so it might not be good if you don’t like reading unfinished/on going fics)

I’ve Heard that Song Before - (Right before the invasion known as D-Day, Arthur Kirkland hosts an officer’s ball. Amelia Jones, a nurse in the Women’s Army Corps, soon finds herself dancing in the arms of Sergeant Ivan Braginsky, and he promises to meet up with her again.Historical angst, but it has a happy ending.)

I’ll be Home for Christmas - (Amelia is in the army and can’t come home for Christmas.)

I’m really sorry I don’t know any with smut in them. A few of these I saved to read a while ago and haven’t had time to read them, so if there is smut is some of the longer ones, I wouldn’t know. I hope this helped you out!

- textbook

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The Stars

When Alfred had suggested they take a step forward in their relationship and share a bed for the first time, Ivan had warned him of his rampant insomnia. It wasn’t that Alfred hadn’t believed him when he described how bad it was. It was just that Ivan seemed so well functioning and he hadn’t thought it affected him so badly. Seeing Ivan so frightened and horrified in the dark tugged at his heart strings. It didn’t seem right for someone so strong, and occasionally frightening, to suffer from such things. Nothing seemed to calm Ivan down, either. Whether it was holding him close or pressing soft kisses to his forehead, it never worked. Ivan was wonderful at playing pretend. If Alfred ever asked him how he felt, his default answer was always a quiet, “I am fine,”

CW: None