Russia's Valentine's Day

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

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Russia stepped into his home with a mutter and a curse, kicking snow off his boots and keeping his nose pressed into his scarf. The day was supposed to be one for romance and fun and warmth and sweetness, but all he'd gotten was a bad day at work and a snow-storm on the way home. His sunflower wasn't due to show up until later in the week, too. It was aggravating.

The big nation walked through his house, dripping snow but too tired and surly to care. He was heading towards the kitchen, but in order to do that he'd have to pass by the den and in doing so he finally registered the sound of another person in his home.

He paused and backed up, looking into the room. Violet eyes widened at the scene, a smile and a flush coming onto the pale face of the personification.

There was America, sprawled out on his coach in nothing but obnoxious Valentine's boxers, his legs splayed around an unopened bottle of Russia's favorite kind of vodka. The fireplace in the den was roaring, the room warm and inviting, the firelight glowing across tanned skin in a way Russia found fascinating.

There was also a red bow tied at the neck of the bottle Russia noted, and in the crook of America's elbow was a bouquet of dwarf sunflowers. The superpower was being careful about crushing them while he enthusiastically tapped away at his gameboy. Well, 'DS' now. Russia would always consider them gameboys.

"Sunflower." He murmured, stepping into the room and removing his coat. It was much too warm for it and he had a feeling he wouldn't be needing it for very long, anyway.

"Oh, hey Russia!" America glanced up then down, pushing a few buttons and humming before turning the power off and shutting the device up, then setting it to the side, on the floor (and out of the way, Russia noted). "I got here early to surprise you and I knew I'd have to wait a bit, but I think you're still home later than normal, right?"

"Da." Russia winced at the reminder. He stepped further into the room and kicked off his boots, moving over to kneel beside the beautiful young nation on his couch. He ran one large palm across America's chest, more admiring than sexual, soaking up the heat the skin had managed to absorb from the pleasant flame in the background.

"I know food kink is more my thing than yours, but I brought you this," America reached between his legs and gripped the neck of the bottle, smiling slyly at his lover and giving it a squeeze "and some strawberries and grapes and things, if you wanna eat some stuff off my body along with this awesome Russian water. I had it all out for when you got back, but then it was starting to take a while so I put it in the fridge."

"That was good thinking." Food and weapons was about the only time America had good ideas, but Russia still adored his little blond lover. He leaned over and kissed the teen, humming when strong arms wound around his neck and held him close.

"Oh, I got you a card, too!" America broke the kiss and dropped one arm, digging around between the cushions before producing a store bought card. On the front was a bloody background, with a zombie drooling and holding its heart close to its exposed ribcage. In the top left it said, in bold, contrasting white lettering 'ZOMBIE VALENTINE'. Some of the letters had blood splatter across them and Russia could only shake his head at his lover.

"Open it, open it!" America insisted, grinning from ear to ear and nudging the bigger nation, wanting him to hurry up. At his insistence Russia opened it up, seeing black lettering across a white background with some more blood splatter. The words inside said 'cut off my head and destroy my brain, but please don't break my heart'.

Upon closer inspection Russia saw that one of the little blood spurts was in the messy shape of a heart and at the bottom, scrawled in America's own messy handwriting, in a red ink that matched the simulated blood along the card, it read 'In a zombie apocalypse, I'd eat you last'.

"You are so very sweet." Russia cooed, enveloping his very earnest and endearing lover in a hug, kissing him breathless. The young nation responded enthusiastically, obviously pleased beyond reasoning that Russia had liked his card and understood America's sense of humor. The blond knew England or France would have given him strange looks if he'd given them a zombie Valentine's day card.

"I love you, America." Russia murmured in his mother tongue, after they had finally pulled apart. America smiled at him and held him close, nearly pulling him onto the couch in his enthusiasm.

"Love you too, big guy."

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This is the link for the card America gave him: www dot cafepress dot com/+zombie underscore valentine underscore greeting underscore card,208557176

The quote is something my roommate told me a few days ago, I think it's from The Walking Dead but I don't know for sure. Review if you liked this, as I hope you all enjoyed this drabble, and have a good day!