For Russia Hetalia Lovers

For Russia Hetalia Lovers

  You walk through the small garden covered in snow. You loved this weather; your country was always so hot that you skin nearly melted right off of your bones. Just thinking about it made you want to take your furry jacket off and dive into the snow in your tank top.
  Actually, that wasn't a bad idea if no one was watching. You look around, seeing only more snow in sight, and slowly start to slip off your coat, revealing your lovely, hand sewn purple tank top.
  "I'm so sorry, brother!!!!" Someone yells not far from you. You  quickly pull your coat back on, your face turning an immediate red.  Your head jerks all over, but you can't see anyone. You can still hear voices, though. Maybe they're coming from behind that building? You walk that way, peaking behind it.
  A woman with a large, um….., personality is yelling at two others. One is a blonde girl who seemed like she could care less and clung to the arm of the boy beside her. The boy's face can barely been seen in the shadows of the wall.  
  "I have to leave, brother!" The woman yells, turning around to run off.  Tears streamed down her face. "I'm SO SORRY!!!!" She rushes right past you, and your life flashes before your eyes as she nearly tramples you. Still, she runs on, paying no heed to you or the sound she made with every step she took. You look back around the wall.
  The girl was gripping the boy's arm closer still.
  "Now we can be alone, brother," she says in an eerie, malevolent voice. The brother tries to back out of her hold.  
  "I don't know that I like this much, Belarus," he replies shakily. You eyes go wide at the sound of his voice. You KNOW him! It's…it's…..
  As he comes into the light, you see his beautiful white hair shimmer in the sudden sunlight.  His soft features are uneasy and glistening with nervous sweat. It's Russia--you're secret love ever since you were young!! You feel your body warm itself with joy!!
  He was also the one who wanted to meet with you today. He was the reason you were here.
  "Brother," Belarus whispers, edging closer to Russia.
  "I--I already have some things to do today!!" He insists.  You realize that he's praying for help in that beautiful mind of his. So you dare to step out of your hiding spot.
  "Russia!" You call. Both siblings turn to you. "I'm here!" Russia smiles with relief. Belarus just glares at you.
  "My long-time rival returns," she hisses.
  "Hello, ______!" Russia says. "Let us go somewhere private to talk business!!" He pushes you into a full-on sprint, making you lead the way to the inside of his house. Belarus glares after you both.
  
  "Phew!" Russia says when you two are safely insider, his thick accent filling his lips (which you continue to stare at).  "That was close!!"  You turn away as he attempts to meet your eyes, blushing. "Now, I assume you're here because of my letter?"
  "Yes," you reply shakily. "I was surprised to get it, actually." Russia smiles kindly at you. You feel yourself melting again. Did he have a sun within his smile, you wonder.
  "Yes. I'm very glad you came."
  "Before you go on, there's something I need to tell you!" You say quickly. Russia blinks at you in surprise.
  "Oh, okay. What is it?" You feel your lips swell up along with your throat. You'd resolved before coming that you'd finally tell Russia about your feelings for him! You'd tried to so many times before, and you wouldn't chicken out now! You wouldn't!!…..
  So why wouldn't your mouth open?! Dammit!
  Russia, now sitting in a big, comfy chair, just watches you, waiting patiently for you to talk.  You force a breath through your nose, hoping it will help the glue unstuck.
  "Do you….do you remember when we were kids, and those boys were picking on me?"  Russia smiles again.  
  "Ah, yes. You were so small back then." You nod, also smiling at the memory.
  "Yeah. And you beat them up for me." Russia laughed.
  "I could be rather rowdy back then," he says. You giggle.
  "Yeah." You take another deep breath. It was going well, thus far. Just a little bit further and you could complete what you'd set out to do.  "I remember that day so well. Ever since then, I've relied on you to protect me from getting hurt. Also, ever since that day, I've realized that I'm….that I'm….." You suck in another large gust of air.
  "I'MINLOVEWITHYOURUSSIA!!" You slur it swiftly so you could actually get it out and close your eyes. For a few minutes, you only hear silence. Then you hear footsteps. Had he left? You open your eyes again to the tall man standing right in front of you, and pinky's length away. You jump back in surprise.
  "I had no idea you felt that way about me," he says, smiling. It looked either like a relieved smile or a pity smile. You assume the latter and sigh sadly.
  "You just see me as a little sister, right?" You say. You'd actually grown considerably, but Russia was still taller and a little older than you.
  "No," he answers, pulling you into a tight bear hug. You limply comply. "Actually, I thought I was the only one who felt this way." You realize what he's saying  and smile widely, hugging him back.  He pushes you back a bit and leans down to kiss you. You don't resist, enjoying the feel of the lips you'd been admiring for years caressing your own. They were everything you'd imagined they'd be.  ^.^
  A scratching comes at the door. Russia pulls away from you, a frightened look on his face. You frown. That little psycho had ruined your moment!! You go up to the door and kick it. It shudders then goes still. The scratching stops.
  "Back off, kid!" You yell loudly. "He's MINE!!"  There was silence, then footsteps walking away. You knew this wasn't the end of your war, but the battle had been won.
  Russia approaches you from behind and gives you another hug.  
  "That was spectacular!" He cries happily. "With our combined forces, we could take over the rest of the world!!" You blink, then laugh. You know he's serious, but it doesn't matter. With him, you'd be willing to do anything. You twist around in his arms and make your lips meet his, restarting what Belarus had tried to stop.  Russia complies easily.  
  "I love you," he mutters. You laugh again.
  "I love you too."