So it was just Russia and Germany,together,alone,once again in Ivan's villa, in which Germany could not believe the painstaking beauty in which it was set in. All white walls, with gold fixtures, chandeliers, and exquisite furniture.
"You know, Ivan, I've never been here before. This is so... exhilarating!" Ludwig sat upon an Italian leather sofa that was as pale as his hair.
"I thought we could, um, tour de Ivan, da? Or, so I say,"
he whispered under his breath:
"Taste of Russia?"
"What was that, Ivan?"
"Oh. Uh, we have just begun the tour of the house. Follow me, for there is much more to be discovered."
Little did Ludwig know, that what awaited him upstairs did have something to do with a taste of Russia, but in the worst way possible (or best way, it depends).
AN: Yeah, it's short. Just wanted to get the basic characters and setting out.