Hello, it's me dubstep. I hope you like this little PruBela drabble. I don't know, maybe I'll even turn it into a full fledged story.
disclaimer: if I owned, Latin America would be there.
Cold War Era.
"Как узнор на окне-"
Prussia opened his scarlet orbs. Someone was singing in what sounded like Russian.
"-Снова прошлое рядом-"
That was Russian! And the tune, it was very framiler.
"-Кто-то пел песню мне."
He knew this song!
"В зимний вечер когда-то-"
He got up off of the couch, which he had been laying on, trying to fit some sleep in before Russia, Ukraine and the Baltics got back from their trip to town.
"-Словно в прошлом ожило-"
Wait, did this mean, that little Belarus was singing?
Well, the frauline had a voice then.
"-Чьих-то березнхых рук тепло-"
He walked over to the screen door, which was why he could hear her, and watched. She was sweeping snow off of the porch.
"Paare drehen sich geschwind
Musik verweht im Wind-" he sang, walking onto the porch. She turned to him.
"What are you-?" She asked before he knocked the broom out of her hands and began to dance with her.
"-Sag, wer hält mich fest im Arm?" He sang, picking up where he left off.
"-Вальс кружил И нес менять." She sang, picking up the rhythm with him.
"-Paare drehen sich geschwind-"
"-Первый бал И первый вальс."
"-Weit, so weit, lange schon-"
"-Зеркала в янтаре-"
"-Sehnsucht ruft mein Herz nach Haus-"
The dance was a lovely, beautiful dance. They soared through the garden, he was surprised by how light Belarus was on her feet, but then again, she followed Russia around night and day.
"-Кто-то пел на заре-"
"-Und ein Lied leise klingt-"
"-Вновь со мной, дорогая."
Once Upon A December. Their dance ended immediately after Belarus sang the last note.
A very angry Russia stood over them, pipe ready, to punish Prussia for speaking German.