Russian Appreciation
Rating: K+
Warning: Fluff, Sweet!Russia, hinted one-sided RussiaXOC
Written about a year ago, this was when I felt like doing something with Sweet!Russia. ^^ California is owned by me! (The OC, not the state.) I don't own Hetalia.
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Russia happily strolled down the streets of Los Angeles with a sunflower in his hand and the warm sun lighting up his ash blond hair, sending its rays streaming through the trees dotting the street sides he passed.
Tilting his head to the sky a slight breeze stirred his hair. Russia's eyes lit up with childlike joy.
He loved coming to California, where there was sunflowers in shops, delicious vodka in numerous markets, and the warmth of the sun. (He would have to thank America for hosting the World Conference here instead of rainy Washington. Perhaps he'll send a lovely skull as a thank-you gift. Either that or "offer" (read: command) for him to become one with Mother Russia.)
Yes, California was wonderful – both the state itself and the girl. She was precious to him although she kept dodging his veiled questions to "become one with Russia, da?"
Ah well, eventually she will become one with him; they all will.
Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol…
Speaking of California, a girl had exited a store near him, holding a shopping bag in one hand. Straight golden hair went down to her elbows skimming her slender, naturally sun-kissed body. She wore a white peasant blouse with brown and blue stitching on the neck and wrists, blue denim shorts, and brown wedge sandals.
A couple passed the girl with a Labradoodle. Ivan's heart quickened as the girl turned around to watch them and gazed at the dog with deep blue eyes.
It was California.
Speeding up the pace he followed her down the street, waiting for the right moment.
Da! Now's my chance. Going from a walk to a run he dashed down the concrete quickly heading towards his target. Reaching her a moment later a smile lit up his face.
"Frraannceesssssscaaa…"
A familiar voice sang out her name as strong arms wrapped around California's stomach from behind and pulled her against a chest covered by a tan coat, one hand holding a sunflower, and stopping her in her tracks.
Russia bent down to whisper into her ear, "Ty mne ochen' nravish'sya."
And then she was standing alone while Ivan continued his merry way down the sunny street.
After a few seconds of standing in stunned silence, a mystified California called out to the nation's retreating back. "Wait, Ivan! What did you say? I don't speak Russian! Ivan, waaaaaait!"
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I hope that even though I did Sweet!Russia, there's still a hint of his personality in there. Reviews are appreciated as much as vodka is to Russia. :D
Translations
Da – yes
Ty mne ochen' nravish'sya – I really like you