Overheard LietRuss+PruGilbert decides to spy and gets an earful. (As if the pairing order isn't a clue. xD )
Welcome to the Soviet, Ivan had said with a smile. Oh yes, such a warm welcome. Welcome to the Union of broken nations suffering the throwbacks of war. Gilbert in particular was still feeling the aftershocks.
But there was something interesting about living in Ivan's large house. That was of course, the inhabitants. Everyone but Ivan that is, there was nothing more of the Russian that Gilbert had ever wanted to see. Ivan's sisters were amusing if not only to see how Ivan behaved around him. Such a large man frightened of his pretty little sister and hurrying off whenever his older sister started to sniffle. Ha! Some brother! Speaking of brothers, the Baltics were also fun to watch with Ivan. Raivis would shiver whenever Ivan even looked at him most times, not that Gilbert could always blame him. In the hundreds of years that he had known Ivan, even Gilbert still shuddered some days. Eduard
Appreciation [RusLiet]PG-13. Commission for anonymous!
Everything was quiet in Ivan's office. The Russian nation preferred that kind of atmosphere when he was working, and so it was on the side of the large house that he was less likely to be disturbed. It lay away from the kitchen, the parlors, and the rooms that the many nations in his household slept in. Though it could get quite lonely there, Ivan could always count on at least one nation who would venture over to find him. It was late in the evening now, the sunlight still casting its light in through the gaps in the curtains in the form of dusty shafts of light. Like clockwork, the knock on the door alerted him to the arrival of his savior from pure solitude. With a small smile, he bid his hero to enter.
The brass knob squeaked as it turned, door's hinges creaking as it cracked open so that the brunette's head could peek inside. But just as those soft lips parted to speak, Ivan stood and motioned for the other to come closer. A curl of his fingers
SpaMano pt 1No warnings...YET.
On a good day, Lovino was temperamental. Or perhaps even that was putting it lightly His razor sharp tongue knew no boundaries and no one was exempt. Not his own brother Feliciano, and not his old 'boss' Antonio. Especially not Antonio! With Feliciano though, the Italian rarely got struck by his brother. Just cursed at, complained to, or berated for some mistake his Northern brother had made. But for Antonio he might as well have been an enemy. Harsh words and physical assaults (a head-butt here, punch to the shoulder there) were normal for when they were around each other, which was more often than not. Antonio would really get it if he spoke up about the difference in the Italian brothers though. 'Oh, Feliciano is so cute! He's so sweet and well-behaved, and not violent at all!' To which of course, Lovino would respond with violence.
Lately however, things had been different. Unfortunately they weren't different in the way that Lovino was not being v