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Strela Amura	By : CenozurasKnight Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Despite growing up in a cold nation, Ivan still despised the overwhelming presence of snow that greeted him as he emerged from his private barracks at the field headquarters. After securing the lock on the outer door, the young officer leaned heavily on his faucet pipe and limped towards the massive iron enclosure that encircled the compound. Immediately, he was met by two heavily armed Red Army soldiers that had been patrolling the yard. After a quick exchange, he was allowed to pass through the fortified gate into the surrounding city.

Three frigid inches of snow had fallen since that afternoon on the narrow, war-damaged streets, and with the impending temperature drop, two more were likely on their way. The thought caused Ivan to frown. Even though he was stationed 700 kilometers away from home, winter’s icy grip still managed to reach him. The young officer had hoped that his time spent in the Lithuanian countryside would have been more agreeable but, as usual, the late December sky never seemed to cooperate with his wishes.

Ivan winced as the blistering wind targeted his face yet again, ferociously biting at his chronically chapped skin and pelting it with freshly falling snow. The platinum blonde responded by pulling his favorite scarf snugly over the bridge of his nose and turning his head slightly at an angle so it caught less of the breeze as he walked. His ushanka hat would need to do the rest by guarding his ears and the top of his head with its soft lining of brown bear fur. Both his special defenses against the winter came in the form of these two precious possessions, each one a gift from his beloved sisters and meant to keep him warm while he was off fighting in the war.

In a low, sweet tone, Ivan started humming one of his favorite folk songs, ‘Katyusha’, as he entered the officer’s club and took his usual seat at the end of the bar.

“Comrade, I hear it’s your birthday! What are you doing there, drinking alone?” one of the men from his unit shouted when they finally noticed him, “Come. Celebrate with us!”

Ivan grinned widely at the unexpected invitation and joined the group of drunken soldiers gathered around a wooden table in the middle of the room.

“Here! Drink! Drink!” a shabbily dressed officer cried as he thrust a glass into Ivan’s hand.

“Spacisbo,” Ivan responded gratefully as he settled beside the other men and removed his hat.

“For your birthday, we drink,” the shabbily dressed officer exclaimed as he loudly slapped the table, “And then, we find a pretty girl to take extra special care of you tonight! There is a brothel near the depot! We should all go there!!”

A childish blush burned Ivan’s cheeks as his companions cried out in agreement. “Nyet! I-I don’t visit prostitutes,” he stammered, casting a flustered gaze towards the bottom of his vodka glass.

“But it’s your birthday,” a solider protested as he threw his arm around Ivan’s shoulder, “Don’t you want a little company?”

“I can’t,” Ivan blurted out, “They remind me too much of my sister!!”

His drinking companions burst into laughter at his honesty and their reaction caused Ivan to become even more embarrassed. Certainly, he liked girls, but any thoughts he had about fucking them were always tainted by his childhood memories of hearing Katyusha and her customers through their paper-thin walls back in Moscow.

“Oh, comrade! Forget about your sister!! It’s an officer’s duty to enjoy himself properly. Do it for the motherland! You’re a war hero! They’ll stumble over themselves just to suck your cock. Wouldn’t it be fun to ram your stick into one of their nice warm holes? You’re not afraid of a little pussy, are you, Ivan?”

The young Russian’s eyes flashed dangerously at the shabbily dressed officer’s words. Of course he wasn’t afraid! And he withdrew the long faucet pipe he’d been using as a crutch from his winter overcoat and slammed it down beside the other man’s glass to make that point very clearly. He would not settle for anyone implying he was a coward.

The others continued to laugh and guzzle their alcohol while Ivan’s quiet anger steadily began to rise.

“I’m sorry, my friend,” one soldier said as he gestured towards Ivan’s wounded leg, “We should have been more considerate of your situation. Clearly all that surgery has given you a limp dick.”

Ivan’s brow twitched and a string of low, ominous kols made his drinking companions quickly pale. Without hesitation, Ivan swung his metal pipe and shattered their glasses onto the floor. “If you want something hard, maybe you’ll like me ramming this pipe up your ass,” he stated in a cool, even tone as he gave the offensive soldier a strong shove that toppled him from his seat.

“Ah, someone’s eager for a birthday spanking,” the soldier answered as he stumbled to his feet, fist drawn closely to his body in a pathetic drunken stance. Ivan rose from his stool and stared gravely into the other man’s bloodshot eyes.

“I’d like to see you try,” Ivan challenged as he peered down his nose dangerously at the soldier.

Within moments, a fight had broken out between the two men and blows were exchanged. Ivan had no intention of losing, and, he would have won easily, if their scuffle hadn’t been broken up and he didn’t get himself kicked out of the bar.

Now he was barely drunk, standing outside in the cold, wondering where he should go next.

Ivan started walking. He really didn’t have another destination in mind, only a strong desire to drink his fill of vodka and to be in the company of others. It was a Saturday, and being so close to the New Year’s holiday, there were plenty of options available to him. Ivan opted to find the closest establishment serving alcohol and that just happened to be a nearby dance hall.

The platinum blonde officer approached the large building on the opposite side of the street and stared up at the snow-covered banners that sagged pitifully above the glass paned double doors. The banners were hand-written in Lithuanian so he wasn’t able to read them, but a lighted tripod at the bottom of the stairs bore a wooden sign that offered some basic information about that night’s event and the cost of admittance in both languages.

The dance was aptly entitled “Farewell, 44” and was open to the public for a nominal fee. Ivan shrugged and decided to give it a chance. He didn’t have much interest in dancing but was certain the event would be lively and that there would be plenty to drink. And really, he could think of no better way to spend the remainder of his twenty-first birthday than surrounded by a bunch of very happy strangers.

A/N: Fem! Liet makes her appearance in the next chapter!! Please take some time to review if you’d like to read more. I love reading your feedback so very much!
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