Little Ballerina

Aha, so I wrote this one in school too...Just a little random one-shot.

This is with fem!China and teen Russia. AU.

I got inspired to write this as I was listening to one of my many music boxes. Also, the fact that Russia sometimes treats China like a doll, and that his looks sometimes resemble them.

Ivan walked home from his little shopping spree. He had bought a little doll that also played music. He clutched it in his hand.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." he whispered to the doll, as if it could hear his voice and would answer back.

The tall boy walked into his house, and set the small ballerina down on his dresser. He sat down on his bed, and stared at the doll. It's eyes were expertly painted, and looked almost gold. It's eyes looked up at it's outstretched thin arm, unmoving.

Ivan got up, and walked up to it. He picked it up and turned it over, he twisted the knob, until it wouldn't turn anymore. He set the figure down, and waited for it to make a noise, move. Something.

But nothing happened, no music came forth, no action with the doll- that was supposed to move.

"Are you broken?" he asked the unmoving doll.

As if to answer his question, the doll started turning slowly. Right before his eyes, the slender doll gracefully hopped off the pedestal. She twirled and danced around, her red skirt swishing along with her. Ivan's amethyst eyes grew wide, and he rubbed them. The shopkeeper didn't say anything about this.

"I must be seeing things, I guess I have to go make an appointment with my doctor...again." he sighed.

"You're not seeing things." the doll replied, not once stopping her dance. Her voice went perfectly along with the music, never interrupting the flow.

Ivan smiled wide, the thing talked! That means it must be real...right?

"So, you're real?"

"I think so!"

Her hair was up in two neat buns, and they slightly moved when she pranced around the dresser.

"Can I dance with you?" he asked the small ballerina.

"Yes, if it pleases you." she said, smiling up at him.

Ivan took his finger and hovered it over her head, waiting for her hands to grasp it. Within a few seconds they did, cold hands, they didn't feel like porcelain though. He was almost tempted to poke her side and find out, but he restrained himself. A poke from him might make her fall.

She began to hold the limb, and danced with it awkwardly, she was laughing along with Ivan, who also found this quite amusing.

The doll was such pretty sight, her elegant red tutu hugging her slender body frame as she danced around with Ivan's finger.

When Ivan finally ceased his soft laughter, he asked, "What's your name?"

"Li, and yours?"

"Oh, Li, that's pretty. My name is Ivan."

She giggled in reply, and continued to twirl around. After a good few minutes of dancing, the music began to slow, and so did she. Her movements becoming gradually slower. She let go of Ivan's finger, and danced her way back to her pedestal.

"I have to...stop..now." she said quietly, as she got on top of it.

"Aw, okay, goodbye, Li."

As soon as she was in her original position, Li's hand made a waving movement, and she became a doll once more.

"We'll dance again tomorrow."

So, I'm obsessed with music boxes. They sound so pretty, and it's so funny when you walk by them, and they randomly start playing...XD

Hope you enjoyed the short little fic~ Review please!