I do not own Hetalia or anything remotely related to it. I am writing this for fun and nothing more.
High pitched laughter and delighted squeals covered the late afternoon air, a warm blanket covering a cooling world. The sun was sinking slowly behind the nearby homes signaling the end of the game was near. Three small children picked up their pace, their happy shrieks becoming louder and their feet pounded faster. The occasional complaint was voiced, "Hey, that's not fair!" "I'm always it!" "You're too fast!" "Don't push me!" These breathless whines were overlooked by the pure joy of running after one another and sibling rivalry was stronger than frustration.
The occasional passerby would stop to take in such a sight as this. A smile adorning their faces as their thoughts traveled to happier places. The evils of the world suddenly disappeared, abolished by the laughter of the young. Innocence radiated from the yard, it permeated the surrounding area with the sweet scent of childhood.
A woman stood at her kitchen window engrossed in their game. A smile pressed upon her lips, her eyes shone bright as the setting sun. The love she felt for her children filled her, tears wanted to spill from her cheeks to release some of the emotion, but she was too busy observing to think about tears. She leaned forward against the empty sink before her to get a better view.
A sweet sadness filled her as she watched the yard grow darker. The rule being that they must come back inside before dark. She hated to see their game end, but darkness was filled with the unknown. She had never told anyone that she was terrified of the dark and did not plan on revealing this secret any time soon. So, her excuse was simply that she would not be able to see them while they played. If they were hurt she would not know and that kept the questions at bay.
A tall man with messy blonde hair stepped into the room. His eyes brightened when he saw the love of his life standing at the window. The sounds of happy children floated faintly over to him, his heart pounded. He made his way over to wrap his arms around the woman's waist. He kissed her cheek softly and rested his head on her shoulder, which was slightly difficult considering he was a head taller than she.
The woman closed her eyes and smiled. When they opened she wanted to freeze this moment and keep it forever, to take her happiness and store it in a bottle. A bottle that she would store in a special place, so when she felt her world crumbling she would not have to bother the man, she could just open the bottle and remember the love that surrounded her. She hated to see the man in pain, especially when it was her pain and he felt responsible. She craned her neck to stare into the amethyst gaze that she always seemed to lose herself in. "Ivan," She said his name softly, dripping with emotion.
"Hmmm?" Her voice sounded so perfect…the thought caused the smile to grow wider, he stared into her green eyes that reminded him so much of them stem of the sunflowers that he grew out in the yard and held so dearly to his heart.
"I love you." The words flowed from her tongue and her heart still pounded like it did the first time she had told him.
Ivan straitened himself and removed his arms from her waist; he turned her to face him and cupped her sweet face in his hands. He stoked her cheek and remained silent for a few minutes trying to take in the feelings that came off of her in waves. He stared into her eyes trying to etch every detail of her eyes into his memory, every swirl, every hue. "I love you too." He deep voice had taken on a completely different tone than its usual rough accent. His voice was soft; it was sweet, and emotion flooded his words. He reached down to press his lips against hers.
This is the calm, the calm before the eye of the storm. Two nations are already plotting. The storm will be unleashed; things will never be the same. Enjoy being together while you can…. Oh, how cursed is the relationship between Lili and Ivan? How cursed is the relationship between Russia and Liechtenstein? Well…you are about to find out.
Another note: I am open to any constructive criticism, but please go easy on me.