Russia X America Hetalia Novels & Stories

if you apologize, I'll let this slide, otherwise I'll have to show you why I'm an Alpha," I growl. His baritone voice and thick 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, and then I see Sasha standing by the doorway of the office smiling sweetly at me and she gives me a finger wave. Storm is scratching at my insides to be released, and I push her back. My eyes stare into his, "I'm sure it is, considering you believe it is fine to have a future Luna,” I dart my eyes at her behind him, "and mate," I arch my brow and cross my arms ov

Alpha Romanov had mind-linked his Beta’s to ensure the castle doors were barred to any entry or exit from anyone of any pack. As Alexander finally conquered Caleb with a throat swipe as vicious as the first one he gave him back in Five Lakes he fell to the floor and trained his eyes on Helena, the sole drive behind all the bloodshed and violence in his damaged mind. She was not looking at him though. Though her dress and arms were splattered in blood, even in the carnage surrounding them he wished for nothing more than to own and punish her. His final emotions were one of unrequited lust and hatred as he realised her eyes were focused entirely on the panting Alexander.

It is one of the reasons for the exploration and settlement of North America, a place our kind would not need to fear death simply for what they are, but as always in our histories, humans ruined it. Now most of Europe had less than half as many packs as America. France had two, England only one, Germany had two; but they were small. Other European countries had smaller packs, but they were not even of note enough to welcome to the summit. Meanwhile Russia boasted dozens of large packs, they were not just a powerhouse in the world’s human government, they made up almost half of our population in their own right, and while America had fifteen Alphas representing united states packs, Russia ha

How dare he belittle my country right in front of me. "What do you know about America..you..you Russian?" I shot back. He lifted his one shoulder in a shrug. I squinted. "Where do you want to go first?" I demanded through my clenched teeth.

Amelia snapped her head in Aurora's direction. "I have no choice, woman, stop hurting my ears, lord." Aurora sounded annoyed, but she was happy someone was concerned about her, even if not showing it. "Don't pull that attitude on me, young woman! It doesn't work, and you're NOT going to a place filled with Russians ready to cut your head off." Amelia said sternly, "But I like Russian dick." Aurora whined looking at Amelia who was now glaring at her. "Aurora, I swear if you say dick one more time!"

“Luna Elara, I come seeking alliance. Ravencrest has attacked us without provocation. They burned Silvermere to the ground at dawn, slaughtered our people, and took what remained. Their Alpha, Kaelan Draven, stole my betrothed. Celeste Ashveil, claiming her as his fated mate. I have tried to fight back. We raided their supply lines, gathered survivors, trained in secret. But they ambushed us. They killed almost everyone again. I lost good people. Brave people. We need allies. We need your strength to bring justice to Ravencrest.” The hall fell silent. Elara’s expression remained composed, but her eyes flickered with something unreadable. She leaned back in her chair, studying him for a long

I let go of Rowan and Alex still had Ellie in his arms on his way toward us. He pulls me into his arm, while holding Ellie in his other. (Song – Taylor Swift I don’t wanna live forever) We slow dance to the tempo of the music. Imagine my surprise when my Russian husband starts singing the words in my ear. His rough voice makes it sound sexier than it should. Ellie giggles when she hears him. He tickles her. “Are you laughing at papa?” he asks her. For the past two months Alexsei has been teaching Ellie Russian. While my father has been teaching her Italian and French.

He shook his head slightly and shrugged, an indication that he, too, was as clueless as I was about the impending announcement. "It's no secret that the Mexican Mafia has been encroaching upon Russia, seeking to establish a foothold and eventually overthrow the Tambov Bratva," my father's voice resonated with a somber undertone, capturing the room's attention. "Recent information has informed me that they've formed strategic alliances with both the American mafia and the Triad. Russia's prominence as a target for them is undeniable, and their determination to conquer it is unwavering. Given these circumstances, and after consultations with the Avtoritets, I've made the decision to forge an a

He replied. "Woah! That's why you are the ruler of Russia." I praised my husband. "You can't decide that yet, not until I come to a conclusion with Lucas." He replied. "I can't wait to get this over with." I smiled at him. "Why?" He asked. "To brag to Ruslan that I did it. I met the person he fears the most." I replied to him. "We shouldn't be talking, you know?" Roman said. "But we are a couple. We should be allowed to talk to each other." I sUd

he took a quick glance at Damon before spinning the globe, and as it spun, he suddenly stopped it with his index, bending lower to see where his hand touched and after seeing it, a smile made his lips curve. “Ah, Kievan Rus,” he whispered, taking his eyes up to Damon who had been looking at him all along. “The country that's now called Russia,” Jake sighed as he threw a hand into his pocket. “What a perfect example,” he continued. “One of the things that made me love History, well in case you don't know, I added History to my subject irrespective of the fact that it's not that useful to me.” “I know,” Damon’s reply was curt.