Autor: Ari-tyan-destroy-the-sun
"Sho-o-w me-e," Russia asks, childishly, squeezing the cheeks of the whimpering Italy.
"Ve-e, Russia, let me go-o," With the same intonation as the Russian responded Italian. "If I show you, will you let me go?"
"Of course," Ivan smiled.
Feliciano thought for a little while, and then, after all, cautiously opened one eye, and in a moment he opened the second.
"Here," Italy smiled joyfully. "I close them to not see all evil things that are happening in the world."
"Yes? An interesting way. I wish I could do the same. You are very nice and kind, Italy."
And Russia left a tender kiss to the embarrassed Feliciano on the cheek, which he so enthusiastically squeezed a minute ago.
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