Lithuania talked some more, brought him flowers (‘it always helps’), smiled, patted him on the arm, said ‘good luck’ and closed the door.
Russia stood frozen on the spot, waiting for pigs to start flying and white mousses to pop out of nowhere, sure that the world went crazy.
*
And really, he had NO IDEA why he went to America.
Ukraine greeted him with a smile and shaky but happy ‘H-hello brother!’. Alfred was not-so pleasantly surprised to see him, though.
‘What are you doing here?’ he asked, almost pouting, like unexpected visit from Russia offended him somehow. His eyes widened when he noticed what Russia was holding. ‘Are these- flowers?’
Ivan nodded, his attention focused on Ukraine, who was also looking at him with wonder in her big eyes.
‘You have flowers?’ Alfred couldn’t quite leave this alone. ‘Why do you have flowers? I mean, I saw you with sunflowers before, but roses? Dude, are you ok?’
Oh man, this was too much. Ivan glared at US. How dare he- he! – be worried about him?!
‘Lithuania has given them to me,’ he stated proudly, not really thinking. America’s eyes looked ready to popped out, mouth hanging open. Russia didn’t spare him a second look and turned to Ukraine.
‘Have you seen Natasha today?’
‘Shouldn’t she be with you?’ Ukraine seemed disturbed. And worried. And ready to go to him and hug him or something.
Ivan decided to strategically retreat.
‘Oh, no worries,’ he smiled, moving to the door. ‘I just wanted-‘
But Ukraine moved his gaze to the roses, then to him, Russia could almost hear when something clicked in her mind and before he could even blink, his head was stuck between big breasts and Ukraine was hugging him for all he was worth.
‘Oh, little brother, don’t worry, she’ll be back! Though you shouldn’t accept the roses from Lithuania, no wonder it offended her! You know how jealous she can get!’
Oh, uh. Ivan had no idea what to do with himself.
‘Wait- Lithuania gave you roses and so your girlfriend broke up with you? Aw man, this sucks,’ suddenly America was at his other side, patting his arm in the similar way Lithuania did, all sympathetic. ‘Come on, sit, I’ll bring some beer, no wait, you have vodka, doesn’t matter, hey, do you want me to call Francis? Or maybe better not, but what about Italy? All the girls like Italy so he has to know something about them, he could help…’
‘Isn’t it your first fight?’ Ukraine ruffled his hair affectingly. ‘Oh you poor thing, the first is always the worst!’
If Russia was alone with America, he would smile in the creepiest way possible, assured him that everything was okay by offending him in some way and US wouldn’t even think once about being all friendly with him. But with Ukraine it was different – his older sister had an amazing ability to make him feel small and little-brotherly, and he really didn’t know what to say or do.
So he let her lead him to the couch, sat down, felt her place a kiss on his forehead and watched as she went to the kitchen after the US, smiling reassuringly and saying something about making a tea and that she will pour some vodka into it too.
And he was left alone.
Finally.
When he started feeling like himself again, he immediately rushed to the door and left America’s house (yes, exactly, left, Russia was NOT running away, especially from America!). It wasn’t until he came back to his own place that he felt- free.
Completely, utterly Belarus-free.
No stalking. No hugging. No ‘let’s get married married married…’ floating in the air. No trying to top him with his faucet.
The sudden realization hit him hard. He. Could. BREATHE.
He drank to the newly freedom with the wide smile. Many would die from shock just from seeing Russia’s face at the moment.
It was like a dream came true!
*
For the first time in ages he did all the work he had planned to do, took a long bath (it was so weird that no one loomed from the water suddenly), drank vodka, played with the faucet, drank vodka and after all that he still had a free time.
He considered going to Lithuania again (if only for Poland to get furious, messing with his brother was fun), but he quickly dismissed this thought. He didn’t want Toris to get all helpful again. Annoying America was out of the question too. Ukraine – just NO.
Re: Побудка [2/?]
Russia stood frozen on the spot, waiting for pigs to start flying and white mousses to pop out of nowhere, sure that the world went crazy.
*
And really, he had NO IDEA why he went to America.
Ukraine greeted him with a smile and shaky but happy ‘H-hello brother!’. Alfred was not-so pleasantly surprised to see him, though.
‘What are you doing here?’ he asked, almost pouting, like unexpected visit from Russia offended him somehow. His eyes widened when he noticed what Russia was holding. ‘Are these- flowers?’
Ivan nodded, his attention focused on Ukraine, who was also looking at him with wonder in her big eyes.
‘You have flowers?’ Alfred couldn’t quite leave this alone. ‘Why do you have flowers? I mean, I saw you with sunflowers before, but roses? Dude, are you ok?’
Oh man, this was too much. Ivan glared at US. How dare he- he! – be worried about him?!
‘Lithuania has given them to me,’ he stated proudly, not really thinking. America’s eyes looked ready to popped out, mouth hanging open. Russia didn’t spare him a second look and turned to Ukraine.
‘Have you seen Natasha today?’
‘Shouldn’t she be with you?’ Ukraine seemed disturbed. And worried. And ready to go to him and hug him or something.
Ivan decided to strategically retreat.
‘Oh, no worries,’ he smiled, moving to the door. ‘I just wanted-‘
But Ukraine moved his gaze to the roses, then to him, Russia could almost hear when something clicked in her mind and before he could even blink, his head was stuck between big breasts and Ukraine was hugging him for all he was worth.
‘Oh, little brother, don’t worry, she’ll be back! Though you shouldn’t accept the roses from Lithuania, no wonder it offended her! You know how jealous she can get!’
Oh, uh. Ivan had no idea what to do with himself.
‘Wait- Lithuania gave you roses and so your girlfriend broke up with you? Aw man, this sucks,’ suddenly America was at his other side, patting his arm in the similar way Lithuania did, all sympathetic. ‘Come on, sit, I’ll bring some beer, no wait, you have vodka, doesn’t matter, hey, do you want me to call Francis? Or maybe better not, but what about Italy? All the girls like Italy so he has to know something about them, he could help…’
‘Isn’t it your first fight?’ Ukraine ruffled his hair affectingly. ‘Oh you poor thing, the first is always the worst!’
If Russia was alone with America, he would smile in the creepiest way possible, assured him that everything was okay by offending him in some way and US wouldn’t even think once about being all friendly with him. But with Ukraine it was different – his older sister had an amazing ability to make him feel small and little-brotherly, and he really didn’t know what to say or do.
So he let her lead him to the couch, sat down, felt her place a kiss on his forehead and watched as she went to the kitchen after the US, smiling reassuringly and saying something about making a tea and that she will pour some vodka into it too.
And he was left alone.
Finally.
When he started feeling like himself again, he immediately rushed to the door and left America’s house (yes, exactly, left, Russia was NOT running away, especially from America!). It wasn’t until he came back to his own place that he felt- free.
Completely, utterly Belarus-free.
No stalking. No hugging. No ‘let’s get married married married…’ floating in the air. No trying to top him with his faucet.
The sudden realization hit him hard. He. Could. BREATHE.
He drank to the newly freedom with the wide smile. Many would die from shock just from seeing Russia’s face at the moment.
It was like a dream came true!
*
For the first time in ages he did all the work he had planned to do, took a long bath (it was so weird that no one loomed from the water suddenly), drank vodka, played with the faucet, drank vodka and after all that he still had a free time.
He considered going to Lithuania again (if only for Poland to get furious, messing with his brother was fun), but he quickly dismissed this thought. He didn’t want Toris to get all helpful again. Annoying America was out of the question too. Ukraine – just NO.