Don't Tell Anyone
Russia grabbed Belarus' hand as the two walked. She looked at him uneasily with big, inquiring eyes. He looked back at her and smiled.
"I won't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand, Моя красота." Russia gasped a bit, and slid her hand back into her pocket, and started to walk ahead with a faint red tinge to her face. His smile slid down, as he quietly got behind her. He picked her up bridal-style, and ignored her protests.
"Not here, Nikolai!" She said panicking. He slid a gentle hand over her face, which silenced her. His face still held a sad frown.
"I won't tell anyone how you turn my world around." He murmured. He set her back down and continued at a regular pace, next to her. Russia gave a quick sigh and pulled him outside. He started to ask what she was doing,but she pulled him into a kiss. His eyes widened in surprise, then started to slowly shut as she kissed him. After a few minutes (not enough,in Nikolai's opinon) the two broke apart. He noticed it was snowing outside, and the way the snow flakes landed on Anya's hair made her look even more beautiful. He looked at her, caught speechless. She cocked her head and asked what he was looking at. He picked her up and kissed her in a way she knew exactly what he found beautiful.
