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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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St Petersburg, Russian Empire August, 1915

Getting to St Petersburg was... interesting. It involved arguing with Bulgaria, then Romania – both were nominally neutral and being courted – quietly – by the Entente and the Central Powers, and neither particularly wanted to have Germany's second in command openly traveling through their land. That paled beside entering the Russian Empire: America had to give his word as a nation that he'd take full responsibility for anything Prussia might do.

That was exactly the kind of thing he wanted to avoid, but he didn't see any other way the two of them would be able to speak to Russia, what with Russia being part of the Entente.

America hoped Germany had been able to negotiate cease-fires on his side of things. Things would be beyond tense until all the cease-fires were in place. It had been challenging enough convincing England's men to hold fire as long as Ottoman's people held theirs, even with Australia and New Zealand seconding him and Prussia staying out of the way.

Now, in a luxurious drawing room in a St Petersburg palace – America couldn't remember which one it was – they waited for Russia to speak with them. He fiddled with the portrait of Alaska he'd taken from his valise: it was always going to be a gift for the Russian Empire, but he figured starting with the gift might lighten the tension a bit.

He and Prussia might be housed in a palace, but they were also escorted everywhere by heavily-armed guards. Said guards currently stood at the door: the only way out of the drawing room unless one chanced a broken limb by dropping from a fourth-floor window.

Well, the only way out without short-cutting, and that would be seriously bad manners as well as likely to really make Russia angry.

Russia's voice sounded outside the room, that weird mix of high-pitched and almost child-like with deep, rolling undertones. America's Russian wasn't quite good enough to make out what he said to the guards, or what they said to him.

Then the Russian Empire entered the drawing room. The world's largest nation was taller and broader in the shoulder than America, giving off an aura of power and cold. He wore a long coat despite the relatively warm temperature, and had a faded pink scarf wrapped lightly around his neck. His eyes – America often thought the color was nearly exactly the same as Canada's eyes, the purple-blue of the eastern sky at sunset – narrowed a little but all he said was, "I was not expecting visitors."

America turned up the smile. "It was a bit difficult to call ahead: sorry about that." He extended a gloved hand. "It's been a while: Alaska's been asking when you're coming to visit."

Russia's set little smile seemed to freeze on his face. "I am not understanding you, America."

America took a step closer. "I told her from the start that you didn't want to give her up, Russia." He let his smile soften into something more genuine. "That it was your Czar who made you do it. I want her to think of you as her big brother."

Russia swallowed, looking almost panicked for a moment. "But Alaska is your territory now."

"Well, yes, and I'm her other big brother." He offered the portrait. "I brought this for you. No matter how things work out, it's yours."

Russia took the small painting as though he feared it would bite him. He blinked a few times before he said, "She is growing fast."

"She is," America agreed. "She'll be a full state within a century, I'm sure."

"My sisters will like this," Russia said after turning the portrait in his hands a few times. "Alaska is looking like Belarus did when she was small."

"She's got your eyes, though," America said. "The General adores her."

"Ah." Now Russia looked happy, and small wonder. General Winter protected his own. "This is good." He set the portrait on a side table, then asked, "So what is the business you come for?"

Explaining that took a while – long enough that Russia had tea and blini brought in for his guests – and convincing him to negotiate took longer. The promise of a joint German-American medical research institute close enough that the researchers could work – discreetly, of course – with his Csarevitch to keep the boy alive long enough to sire an heir helped, as did the promise of German troops to help put down the rebellions springing up across his empire and deal with the Marxian followers who were inciting most of them.

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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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