Title: Terrible Twist
Author: Hotaru/Zorbazura001
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing/Characters: China/Russia
Rating: Something very close to M.
Warnings: Russia-uke, rape, angst-ish, torture...
Disclamer: Donät own, just borrowed two lovely country's from Himaruya-sensei.
A/N: I've been thinking about this with split personality's for a while. A very dear friend suffers from schizofrenia, and I started writing this after her latest attack....I'm a lot worried for her, though the police seemed to be able to handle things good..Maybe I should shut up...Oh well...I hope it'll sort out, for her sake.

A fist collided with the window, and Russia fell down to the floor with a thump.
Russia winced when the glass rained down upon him. He looked up at China. ”Yao-kun...” he started, but he fell silent when he saw the cold starein his lover's eyes.
China bent down, crouching in front of the taller man. A evil smirk spread over his face, and Russia almost sprung to his feel. But he would not be able to bear it if anyone saw him, running away screaming.
So instead, he tried to avert his eyes from China, finding it impossible to do so.
Those eyes could have been dead, but they weren't. It would have been prefered, instead of the glee and menace in them.
China's hand leaped out, snaking around Russia's neck. ”Ne, RuRu...would you like to tell me that again?”
Russia shook his head. ”...I-I don't even know what you're talking about..” he mumbled, uncertain of what he had done wrong.

China's look darkened, if that was even possible. ”Yes you do.” he said. His other hand moved form resting by his side, to trail the floor. Russia felt a sharp pain from his hand and looked down at it. A big piece of glass had been pierced through the glove's fabric and right through his hand, causing a throbbing sensation to fill his whole arm as blood was being pumped out of him.
Stunned, he looked at China again. Unable to grasp the situation, he turned his gaze back to his stabbed hand again, then quickly looked up. As he turned his head, something cut deep into his cheek, and warm liquid dropped from the wound. China was holding a double-edged dagger in his hand, weighting it and feeling it's balence.
Russia gulped, still in a bind as to why this was happening. China gave him a hard shove, and he tumbled down, face first into the floor. His nose was painfully crushed against the stone, and he groaned.

Then, without a warning, China had pulled down his pants and smashed right into him, just like that. He let out a high whine, and felt warm tears roll down his cheeks, causing the gash to burn.
”Y-Yao-ku-un...” he sobbed when China thrusted into him again. This was not his nice, pretty Yao-kun, it was someone else, he tried to tell himself. Another sob, then he felt nails dig into his back. Long, sharp nails that buried deep into his skin.

It's not Yao-kun, it's not Yao-kun, it's not Yao-ku--

A chuckle escaped China's lips, and he moved even closer, leaning over Russia's back, whispering into his ear. ”You think so? Don't try to fool yourself, RuRu.” Teeth buried into his back, leaving red tiny, bleeding marks. ”And you know it's me.”
Russia whined. ”Noooo...You're not Yao-kun....”
China grabbed a fistful of ashenblond locks and yanked harshly. ”Say that again, if you dare to.”
”M-my Yao-kun wouldn't...do this sort of...thing...” Russia sobbed. ”Give him baaaaack...”

China hit Russia's head into the floor repeatedly, making it bleed even more from impact that was added to impact. Russia cried out in despair, shouting his lover's name, to make him stop, make him save him. But there was no use. China continued hitting his head into the floor, not listening to the pleading russian at all.

Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. Russia lay still, the light from a lone candle reflecting in one open eye. The tears that previously fel had since long stopped falling, but he was still shaking uncontrollably.
”RuRu...” China spoke, looking down at him. ”This will be the end.”
Russia's lips parted, but no sound emerged from them. He seemed to have lost his voice, but China saw the question in the eye none the less. ”You'll see what I mean, soon.”

A rasping sound was heard in the almost quiet room, only heard together with Russia's faint breathing. Russia saw his own eye reflected in the dagger's blade. The terror he saw was so rare, that he was shocked. He had never been this afraid of anything.
That was why he closed his eye, trying to ease his ragged breath. It didn't work, though, only made it speed up. A sob shook his body, right begore the long blade pierced his slowly beating heart.

Halloween first, I s'ppose. A rando, female vampire.


http://renatheblackrose.deviantart.com/art/Peirced-142019247

APH

Random Norway with a random Hong Kong on his shoulder. Don't ask why, it was, as I said, random.

http://renatheblackrose.deviantart.com/art/APH-Perched-on-his-shoulder-142049847




And then the only picture that was not random. Belarus and Vietnam. (I'm doing research for a fanfiic with these two~^^)

http://renatheblackrose.deviantart.com/art/APH-BelaViet-142128894




 

Title: That's love, Sai Lo
Author: Hotaru/Zorbazura001
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Prussia, Hong Kong, China, Russia, Germany, Italy, Korea, England
Pairings: PrussiaHongKong, ChinaRussia
Rating: T
Warnings: OOCness again, some pervy stuff, yaoi..
Summary: Hong kong needs advice, so he goes to China. Who tell him "you're in love."
A/N: Started with this a lo--ng time ago. But my USB got whacko and decided to delete more than half of what I'd written. Finally have it in full~^^

China openend the door and looked at the boy in front of him. "Hong Kong, is something wrong aru?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"Sure aru. Come on in. You want tea, aru?" China let his younger brother inside the house, and Hong Kong sat down by the table.
Soon, China placed a cup in front of him, sitting down opposite of Hong Kong, who stared at the cup in front of him.
"What's wrong, aru?" China asked, tilting his head to the side.
"I think I'm sick..." Hong Kong said, reaching for his cup. "...or allergic..."
"Hmm? Really aru? Why?" China took a sip of his tea.
"Because I...feel weird..." Hong Kong looked down at his hands, gripping hard around the cup.
"Weird? How aru?"
"I feel...warm... and fuzzy and...well..nervous and... I can't talk, think, or breathe... It's like I'm suffocating and drowning..." Hong Kong detached his hands from the cup and sighed. "How do I cure it?"
China's eyes was now wide. "Do you get these feelings around someone special, aru?"
"Well...special..can't really say that, but... only around one person..." Hong Kong replied.
China's expression softened. "Then you know what it is? You're not allergic and you're not sick aru, though some might say it's a disease. You're in love, aru."
The cup that Hong Kong'd just picked up fell to the floor with a frail jangle. "That's...impossible..."
"Hong Kong..." China sighed. "Everyone fall in love sooner or later."
"...but....I...not.." Hong Kong stuttered, trying to figure out what to say. Then he stood up. "Xie xie, nini...I'll...go home now.."
"Yes...I think you might need some time to think aru." China agreed. "See you at the World's Meeting, aru."
Hong Kong bowed and walked away.

"Ve~ Germany~" Italy wrapped his arms around Germany's neck. "Why does China look so bothered?"
"I don't know. Why don't you do ask him?" Germany said sarcastically.
"Okey~" Italy, ofcourse, didn't hear the sarcastic tone in Germany's voice. (Nor the 'idiot' escaping said european's lips.) "China~ Why do you look so sad?"
"Eh? I look sad aru?" China asked in surprise.
"Yes." Russia agreed. "I was just going to ask you."
"I'm not sad, just thinking aru. I was wondering who Hong Kong's in love with..."
"He's in love??" Italy looked at China with wide eyes.
"It seems like it aru." China agreed.
"Then..." a smooth voice said. "Leave it to moi to find out who it is."
"France aru! No-!"
But France didn't listen. He slid over to Hong Kong, who was sitting by himself, trying to keep away.
"Hello." Frace cooed, wrapping an arm around Hong Kong's shoulder. "So I heard you like me?"
Hong Kong frowned. "No."
"Oh, come now, mon cheri." France's hand was now very close to touching Hong Kong's butt. "Those dark ebony eyes like emeralds can not decieve me."
"Go away." Hong Kong said, then tensed when he felt France's hand touch his butt. A balled fist flew through the air and hit France's nose with a crack of bones.
France let out a wail, and held his bleeding nose while Canada rushed over to him and started patching him up.
"Nice punch!" a voice called, a hand patting Hong Kong on the shoulder. Hong Kong once more stiffened, and looked up at the man behind him. Then the colony did something that shocked everyone who was watching. He ran away.
"Hong Kong?!" Korea shouted after him. "Where're you going?!"
"Hong Kong, do you have a fever?" England called after him. "You're all red-"
But did Hong Kong listen?
No, not at all. All he did was running, wishing he could get somewhere he could be alone.
Finally, he came to a halt and slumped down in a couch. "...Why me...?" he sighed, gasping for air. "Why him?"
"What's with all these why's? And who's him?"
Hong Kong spun around in the couch, his knees on the plush velvet cushion.
"Well?" Prussia raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you everywhere?!" Hong Kong shouted, looking at the other with wide eyes.
"I am?" Prussia looked perplexed.
"Yes!"
"I'm not that often around you, though." Prussia insisted.
"Just get out of my head, Preusen!" Hong Kong yelled. Then he slapped his hands over his mouth, realising what he'd blurted out.
"..what...?" Wideeyed and gaping, Prussia stared at the smaller one. "Out of your...head..? Do you...think about me?"
Hong Kong sighed and gave up. He'd almost spilled everything, anyway. "Yes...all the time...I can't concentrate on onything any more. Please, tell me you hate me, so I can stop hoping."
"But that would be lying, because I don't hate you." Prussia walked around the couch and sat down beside him. "Quite the opposite, actually. I kinda like ou a lot, Hong."
Hong Kong stared at him, doubt evident in all his face. "No you don't."
"I think I'm the one who knows that the best, don't you?"
"You have to be lying."
"Look..." Prussia made a quick movement, pushing Hong Kong down into the velvet cushioning the couch. "How can you say you know how I feel when you don't even know me?"
Hong Kong stared up at Prussia, a confused expression forming upon his face. Prussia cupped his cheek, looking deep into his eyes. "Seriously, Hong. I think I'd know if I was lying. And as far as I know, no one can completely lie to their heart, nor can one's heart lie."
Hong Kong blushed, covering Prussia's hand with his own. "That's quite poetic." he said. "So you...accept my feelings?"
"Yes." Prussia nodded, leaning in even closer. "So I hope you'll accept mine."
"Yes.." Hong Kong wrapped his arms around Prussia's neck, bringing their lips together. Prussia responded, his tounge pressing and invading the younger's mouth.
Hong Kong moaned when Prussia's hands traveled downwards, tugging at the waistband of his pants, pulling them off clumsily.
The older lifted the younger momentarily to tug of his thward. The boy kicked off his shoes as he was lowered to the plush again. Heavy boots fell to the floor, and Hong Kong followed Prussia with his gaze, seeing the man throw away his jacket, only to start struggling with his white shirt. That was when Hong Kong lost his patience and simply sat up and ripped the shirt open. Buttons flew around the great room, but Hong Kong didn't care. He quickly and with skilled hands unbuckled Prussia's belt, unzipped the pants and pulled them down, throwing them to the floor together with the prussian's bowers and his own underwear.
Prussia blinked and looked down Hong Kong, who was shivering slightly now. Then he lowered himself over him and kissed him with such a passion that it left Hong Kong breathless.
"Is..is this..." Hong Kong panted. "...how it feels...to be in...love..?"
"I think...so..." Prussia replied, just as breathless.
They then proceeded to touch every single spot on eachother's bodies, ever so often meeting in kisses and more thatn once uniting their bodies in something much more.
They even forgot everything about the World Meeting. Though if they had remembered, they probably wouldn't have cared.

But now it ended like so, that China , accompanied by Russia, had gone to search for the anglo-chinese territory, and found two happy sort-of-nations curled up beside eachother, wrapped up in a blanket, clothes strewn on the floor.
Russia chuckled when he heard China's quiet scream of agony. "I could do with a session as well. Ofcourse, you'd be on the receaving end."
China glared at Russia. "What are you talking about aru? You're always the one on the receaving end, aru."
"If you say so, Yao-kun~"
The pet-name made China fume, and he stalked away, followed by Russia, who was promised punishments for when they got home.
Russia just smiled.

All in all, it'd been a good day.

So, that's it for this one.

I'm gonna start with a sort of sequel to this, but with what happens between China and Russia. China promised to punish his dear Russia, right?

And Prussia and Hong is sort-of-nations cuz they not are nations. Prussia's been abolished, right? And Hong Kong is a part of China and one of England's former colonys.

Russia and China argued about who're seme. China won. Read the sequel when I publish it, and you'll see~3

Also, no historical references in this. Just a random ficlet.

//Hotaru

Title: Why are you in my bed?
Author: Hotaru/Zorbazura001
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Prussia, Hong Kong. Mentionings of England and China.
Pairings: PrussiaHongKong
Rating: T
Warnings: a mean England (again)
Summary:
A/N: Started out as a crack-fic, dunno what it is now. I tried making it sweet, though.

Prussia blinked, looking into a pair of dark eyes.
"Wha-"
"What are you doing in my bed?" he asked.
"You're the one who's in my bed..." came the low reply.
Prussia gaped. "Why am I in your bed, then? he asked.
Hong Kong sat up and shrugged, searching for something with his gaze. He grabbed a piece of cloth, wrapping it around himself.
That's clothes? Prussia thought to himself.
"...Why are you staring...?" Hong Kong asked.
"...starin?" Prussia tilted his head to the side. Then he smirked. "Hmm..does it bother you?"
A feint blush was visible on Hong Kong's cheeks, and Prussia had to supress a blush of his own. Cute, damnit... he thought.

When Hong Kong glared at him, Prussia could not hold it any more. He pounced at the asian boy, and they both landed on the floor.
"What are you doing?!" Hong Kong was now really glaring daggers at him, but was still blushing.
"..I don't really know?" Prussia mumbled. "But well. I kinda thought you looked cute."
Hong Kong's blush increased, and the boy bit his lip. A sting of worry hit Prussia.
"Hey, hey, hey! It was a compliment from the awesome me. No need to cry."
Hong Kong stared at him blankly, tears still in his eyes.
"Ah...errr..." Prussia felt just a bit uncomfortable under Hong Kong's stare.
So instead of saying things he didn't know about - since he'd never been that good at comforting people - he presseed a soft kiss onto the asian boy's lips.
A pair of shocked eyes looked up at him, before Prussia closed in again, pressing a more intense kiss onto those lips.
"..soft..." he mumbled.
Looking down at Hong Kong, he saw an increadibly flushed face, but still, the gaze was filled with worry, and of something that Prussia thought was fright.
"Hey.." he sat up, pulling the asian onto his lap. "Did I do something bad?"
Hong kong looked down, looking at his own hands, picking on the hem to Prussia's shirt. "Well...not really... It's just that... I....Nothing..."
Prussia tilted the colony's face upwards. "C'mon. Ya can tell me."
Hong Kong eyed Prussia suspiciously.
"I'm not dangerous, you know." Prussia assured. "I won't do anything without your permission."
Hong Kong leaned into Prussia and buried his face in the other's bare chest, his fingertips meeting the cold metal that was Prussia's necklace.
"Well..." he started in a low voice. "It's England's fault...I hate him.."
Prussia looked surprised. "Hate him? Why?"
"....." Hong Kong gripped the prussian's necklace. "Bacause..." he hesitated. "You won't...you won't tell England, right?!"
"Hm? Why're you asking that?" Prussia tilted his head to the side.
"Because I don't want to be punished again!!" Hong Kong's eyes were now clearly filled with such a fear, and so big, that Prussia thought it was a wonder that the asian boy's eyeballs didn't fall out of their sockets.
Prussia smiled. "Laright. I promise. I won't tell him."
"...really?"
"It wouldn't be very awesome of me if I did, right?" Prussia grinned, running a hand throughthe other male's hair.
Hong Kong noticed that Prussia's eye's were filled with real affection, and warmth and care. He felt his heart swell, and every wall inside him broke, causing a river of tears to break loose.
"Wh-wh-wha-?! D-don't cry! Please don't cry, Hong Kong! I-I didn't mean to hur-" Prussia started stuttering, pulling Hong Kong into a tight embrace. He was cut off by Hong Kong's hiccuping voice.
"N-no..It's n-not your fault..." the younger of the two hiccuped again. "It's England's...D-damn..."
Prussia caressed Hong Kong's hair, listening to the others words with a frown on his face.
"H-he did th-things...that I can't...talk about..."

Hong kong wiped his eyes, looking at Prussia. Though the tears just welled up again, and Hong Kong shuddered, when a hand rubbed his back carefully, slowly.
"Ssshh..." Prussia continued to rub Hong Kong's back, murmuring soft words of comfort. "It's alright now. The awesome me'll protect you."
Hong Kong gripped harder onto the necklace with one hand, the nails on his other one scraping onto the prussian's skin. "It's just.. I never really... understood it... Why I had to be pu-punished.." Another hiccup escaped Hong Kong's throat, and then a low wail. "H-he hi-it me a lot.. Why did he hit me?"
"I don't know...Hong Kong.. Don't cry...please..? It..." Prussia hesitated for a moment. Than he mumbled, trying to supress a feint blush. "It hurt, seeing you like this. So pleae don't cry."
"..." Hong Kong once more looked up, and saw the earnesty and confusion in the other's eyes. "W-why..?"
"Wha-?" Prussia blinked. "What why?"
"Why does it hurt you...? He...didn't do anything...towards you..."
"I know that. But I.." Prussia blushed. "..I kind of...like you..."
Hong Kong's eyes widened in surprise. "...You...wha..? how...? Why...? You do?" he stuttered.
"Yea, I do. And I don't know how and why, I just..do...kinda... So... Uh... Well..." Prussia blushed even more and pulled Hong Kong up in his lap. "So, is it okey for me to kiss you?"
Hong Kong blushed as well, trying to regain his look of indifference, though failing notably. " suppose.." he said, wiping away the tears, without many more coming, only few. "...you can."
"Um..right...then I'm... doing that." Prussia leaned forward, softly pressing his lips against Hong Kong's slightly parted, shivering ones.
Hong Kong let out a whining sound and kissed back, wrapping his arms around the other. Prussia and Hong Kong pulled even closer, and even though morning turned day, turned midday, turned afternoon, turned evening, theystayed together all time, just staying in each other's precense, talking, kissing, touching, or just looking.

"Prussia?" Hong Kong looked at Prussia, laying on the other man's chest, his own chest facing it.
Prussia rose on his elbows. "What's it?"
"What do we do if nini or... Eng-England...if they.. they don't..."
Prussia tilted his head to the side. "I know what you're trying to say. Don't worry. I won't let 'em touch you, or take you away from me."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Because Prussia..?"
"Yea?"
"...I like you too..."
Prussia smiled wide and pulled Hong Kong into a tight embrace. "I'm happy." he pressed his lips to Hong Kong's in a passionated kiss. ".Very happy."
Hong kong smiled against Prussia's lips. "Me too."

The End of that oneshot^^ I tried to do something sweet, and what do you think? 3
Anyways~ PruHK is Love~ and my OTP~3

And how come I always make England a bad guy in every PruHK I write? (except in When The World Crumbles, but there are other characters who're bad in that one.) I promised to write on with a nice England in it. My sis loves him, so I have to do an effort. ^^;
//Hotaru

Hong Kong~ (I need more PrussiaHong Kong)





Italy with a Germany-doll^^




Germany and a (naked) Italy.






Spain and Romano^^





Japan and Switzerland~



X-OVERS


Shigure from Code: Breater and England and America from Hetalia.

Anyways. America steals the cat's food, cuz it's hamburger. And England is all "errr... what in the bloody hell are you doing?" while Shigure is...gonna kill America, cuz he took the cat's food, and Shigure LOVE cat's. So much that he can kill for them.

stupid idea spawned from Vimsan (our cat) getting the rest of Moyashi's hamburger.





KAMEN RIDER

Simca: I really have to show this to your lover. Tehe~
Spitfire: D-damn.. Simca you bastard..