Russia Hetalia Chibi Novels & Stories

"She's hated foreigners ever since she was almost raped by one so she's sort of hostile with anyone who looks even remotely Russian, i.e. you, Nixon." "That sucks, but I'm French, not Russian." "ここの私の友人はロシア人ではありません,彼はあなたをレイプしようとした人々とは関係がありません." (My friend here isn't Russian, he's not related to those who tried raping you.) Seth goes on to say, blowing air into his hands and rubbing them together. "あなたが出くわすすべての人が悪であると思い込まないでください.それはあなたが出くわすすべての人にも当てはまります." (Do not assume every man you come across is evil, that goes for everyone you come across as well - you will only be alone otherwise, nobody to care for you, and nobody should want that.)

“Emergency? Emergency? From where I'm sitting, that mini-Russian has already claimed territory in your house.” Max, his mouth full of cheese, pointed at Mischa. "She's cool! She’s teaching me Russian! Now I can say ‘robot’ in a badass voice! Robot." Max said, with an accent that was... highly questionable. Mischa just kept chewing her bread, unfazed. Her gaze was blank yet sharp, like a tiny Wednesday Addams who had wandered into a happy family dinner. "I don't need an invitation," Mischa said casually, shrugged. "I'm already here."

I am going to leave Russia and I will never come back. T. B. C!!

A baritone voice with a russian accent comes from behind me, "pardon my little brother, Alpha Abigail, he's just gotten here from our home land, it is different in our country than in the USA." I turn and look at Alpha Christov, "I'm sure it is, considering you believe it is fine to have a fiance' and mate," I arch my brow and cross my arms over my chest. He laughs at me and my blood boils, mate or not you don't laugh at me, "yes, well in our country it's common so little mate you'll need to get use to it." I hear Ava gasp.

“All right then.” “I’ll call you tomorrow.” I hang up with a sigh, and call Rosa. “About bloody time,” she says. “How’s it going?” “I don’t know.” “What does that mean?” “I guess I’m just confused about everything.” “Well, I’d be confused too if I ended up in the bed of one of the richest men in the world. I can’t believe you told me his name was Nikolai Something or other, when he is Nikolai Smirnov, a fully paid up member of the Russian billionaire club.”

There really wasn’t much else to do. She then turned back to me. “Goddess, that Russian accent is so hot! It’s so mafia or Bratva. Whatever they call the Russian mob.” “Mm,” I replied, not sure how to respond. “What do you think of Alpha Nikolai?” My cheeks burned uncontrollably at the mention of his name. I desperately hoped Gigi didn’t notice. I tried to play it cool. “He’s alright. I haven’t talked to him much.” “I mean the beta is also good-looking. But the alpha is hot!”

"No!" "You never learn, любовь!" With a snarl, Alexei aggressively grabbed her throat and delivered a forceful slap to her buttocks, causing a lingering sting. A contented grin adorned his face upon hearing Rara cry out his name. He adjusted her legs from his shoulders, securing them around his waist. Leaning down, he pressed his face against her neck while firmly gripping her buttocks and gyrating his pelvis against hers. "Louder, любовь." Alexei snarled in her ear. "Scream till only our names are imprinted on your tongue.”

Oh, how I long to be in those arms! “I have known Alexei for a long time...” he continued interrupting my line of thoughts “he is one of the most powerful werewolves in these parts and he told me once that I could rely on him for whatever. So here we are, in Russia, his homeland. He also has a fiancee, Anya. You will love her. She is human, by the way!” And then he approached me boldly and with a shiver whisper in my ear he stirred my whole being. “And she is a wedding planner!” he added, adjusting his step on the stony alley we were heading to.

I asked Nikolay. "Some of us like it," Berta indicated, smiling. "Get me a mimosa, would you, sweetheart?" I noticed two things: first, Berta's hand was running along the outer thigh of the girl, and second, the scar on her cheek stood out when she smiled. "Don't Russians hate homosexuals?" "Some do," Nikolay nodded. "I don't care personally. Do you care?" I shook my head and saw Berta smile. I focused on the conversation in case they mentioned Mike, or whatever it was he had done.

I burst out laughing, causing both Rebel and him to jump and look at the doorway, where I am casually leaning just watching the scene. “Dante, where did she come from?” Rebel asks but continues to snuggle with the now super excited pup. The pup tries to nip at her, but Rebel just looks at her and calmly but firmly says. “Net, ukhodi.” (No, leave.) The pup bows her head in submission and I watch in awe that Rebel has this amount of control with her already. “She is Russian, so will only respond to Russian commands. She is already trained, but will still need reinforcement.” She says as she climbs off the bed, still holding the pup.