So... nobody has put these two together and i thought they'd be cute so... short chapter (when aren't my chapters short?) anyway here you go!
Raivas sat quietly on the park bench, looking out to the world and wondered where 'the one' was. The hero that was going to take him away from that house. Why did he leave him there. Is he just playing with him? Telling him all these things and not doing them? Or… maybe he wasn't real and he just had too high of hopes.
Raivas had thought and dreamt many times about this wonderful stranger, picking him up and carrying him past Ivan and through that door into white, roses and forget-me-nots, daisies and babies breath, littering the floor as they walked to the bedroom.
He sighed to himself, "He's not real…"
"Who? Me," a large man asked from his small group of friends.
Raivas gasped lightly and began shaking, "N-nobody, sorry."
"Sure. Sure. Hey, you look lonely. You met Emil," He asked, pushing a small boy forward.
"Ekki snerta m- humph…"
"Sorry what was that? You're leaving us? Alright I guess," the one from earlier said, pushing the two shorter ones with one hand and pulling the tallest with him.
"Damn ass…" the boy had a bit of a whistle on his words, but maybe he was just imagining…
The next thing he noticed was he was grabbing onto 'Emil's arm, "S-sorry…"
He yanked his arm away also apologizing, "I-I have to go…"
"O-okay…"
With that, the strange boy left. Our little Latvian friend sat there thinking about what just happened.
He dropped his head to his hands and groaned, "Why the heck did I do that! Ah! It's three o'clock! Mr. Braginski is going to be so mad!" He quickly ran over to the local store to pick up the groceries he'd ordered, stopped by the bread shop for Ivan's favorite Kulich, then an embarrassing stop by the BDSM store, (also for Ivan), before going home.
"S-sorry I'm late Mr. Russia!"
"Ah, you're here!~ Did you get my stuff?~"
He blushed before responding and began shaking, "Y-yes sir."
"Privyet! After you make dinner we can play alright?~" Ivan giggled lightly as he ruffled Latvia's hair and skipped up to his room, leaving a cold shiver to run through all the Baltic's spines.
Latvia quickly pulled together all the ingredients for Borsch Kievsky and set the beets in the oven, moving onto the rest of the meal before,
"Moya malenʹkaya Latviya? Gde ty? "
"I-I'll be right there, sir! E-eduard, may you take care of the food please?"
" Huh? Oh, yes, of course."
With that Raivas ran up to Russia's room to 'test the toys'
Crap ending is crap. As bad story in general is bad in general. I realize that when I'm typing them up they seem long but then when when i read it over its super short... any who, reviews, tips, critique, act/ is very much appreciated~