Whispers of Sunlight

by XxIvan's-BritXx

Loneliness setting quickly and quietly; though nothing seems to earn Ivan any friendships. However, after an unfortunate accident at a World meeting, Russia finds himself clinging desperately to an unlikely fellow. Fear isn't present here and the larger male finds himself learning things from him as the days continue. I DO NOT OWN HETALIA [Russia, England]

1. Chapter 1 Storm

Chapter 1

Storm

Wind whipped against stone walls, snow splattering upon the structure like droplets of paint. Lights slowly went dim as the nearly invisible sun drifted behind the mountains, bidding the small town good night. Cacophonous symphonies of nature threw themselves at anyone who would listen as the storm raged on, bringing with is a sense of hopelessness.

A man, taller than most, trudged his way through the depths of snow, kicking his feet up slightly as he walked; the snow billowing behind him. Eyes like liquid amethyst burned into the sky, threatening anything in their path. Hair like molten silver flew about in the flurry, almost dancing in the air.

"Airport is so noisy…" The man's tan coat billowed behind him in the howling wind, the planes lined up on either side of him. Eyes darting about, his gloved fingers twitched over a metal object; said weapon clutched to his chest, vice like grip nearly bending the thick iron.

"SIR," A smaller male saluted him, a slight look of fear in his fawn colored eyes. "The planes will be running momentarily!" Smiling, the purple eyed giant tapped the faucet over the pilot's shoulder; a small gesture of impatience. Thick coats and pants made soft rustling noises as the brunette shook, his salute never faltering, but his eyes giving away his true fears.

"I am going to be late for World Meeting…" A sultry, Russian accent flowed from the silver haired man's mouth, childish giggle forcing its way past his lips. Terror gripped the younger man as he nodded, sweat coating the back of his hair. He knew the look his captain was giving him too well; it was a look of disappointment.

Disappointing this man was never good.

"They are getting warmed up, sir, they need time before the take off to ensure we do not crash, SIR!" The pilot never flinched, but his eyes were wide and his mouth parted slightly to let out concentrated gasps. The Russian looked him over with hungry eyes before lowering the pipe again, seeming to accept the explanation.

"We leave soon, then, da?" Smiling softly, innocence incarnate, the man sauntered off towards the plane. "Though, captain," He paused for a moment and glanced over his shoulder, smile still in place. "if I am disappointed again, I won't be so… lenient." With that, he boarded the plane and the smaller man let out a strangled gasp, pulling his coat closer to his body.