The light wooden floorboards creaked silently like a whisper under the tall man's feet. A delectable

grin found it's way onto the man's face, giving him a menacing expression. Peeking around the corner, his

eyes met a rather pleasant sight. A considerably smaller Chinese man, unaware of the other's presence, dancing

carelessly to a rather modern Chinese pop song. Though the words he sang along to weren't recognized by the

Mandarin illiterate Russian, it was beautiful all the same. A panda costume replaced the Russian's usual uniform

and scarf. It may have seemed slightly embarrassing, but nothing could stand between his

determination to form a stronger alliance with the People's Republic of China.

Before stepping out to greet the sight before him in a warm, fuzzy hug, he couldn't help but giggle at the

usually-serious man's dance. He nearly resembled a girl, his traditional outfit causing an unwanted illusion of

a more gifted figure whilst he pranced around to a happy Chinese pop song.

Ivan walked into the room in which China danced, and upon noticing his arrival, smiled and yelled

"PANDA!"

Ivan always found it amusing when China got so excited over his favorite things.

"I haven't seen you in such a long time, aru!" China rushed over to embrace the 'animal'.

Russia gave China a warm, friendly hug. Russia smiled at China's immediate intimacy with himself.

"I have many things to discuss with you. I have missed you, aru!" inquired China in his sweet accent.

Despite wanting to continue hugging the man forever, he followed China outside to sit down.

An hour thereafter, Russia began to feel more strongly connected to the other man. Listening to

him talk was a piece of heaven for Russia... and before he knew it, he was seeping into an abyss of

love. Did he love China? Love always seemed too trivial for him. He supposed he would just listen to the

relaxing sound of his voice, thicker every minute with an accent, every once in a while slipping in a

word in his native language. Russia knew that he had always liked the versatile man, one minute a politician

and the next, an innocent, childlike person, discussing matters such as his adoration for his music, culture,

and influential role models.

Hypnotized by his rambling, he had barely noticed China's hand on his leg, whilst his laughter filled the

Russian's ears like a nostalgic melody.