AN: This is my first Hetalia fic in about a year, so hang tight!
It was a crisp, cold autumn evening. You were still not used to the cold, having come from Texas. You had been living there to study Russian, and lived close to your new best friend.
Your friend's name was Ivan. He had purple eyes, and blonde hair, almost white. He was tall, and strong, you could tell by the way he hugged you. Although he was a loner in his town, so were you, and so the friendship was meant.
You were walking downtown on this evening, and walked past him; he was holding a large bunch of sunflowers.
"Pryvet, y/n," he said, the look in his face that of a child who was on a mission.
"Pryvet, Ivan!" you reply gleefully. Oh how he didn't know how much you fancied him. You wondered who the flowers were for, and almost instantly became envious of whomever would receive them. You shoved those feelings away though. "Who are the flowers for?" you asked. Since he was planning on moving to America or England to major in a form of science of some sort, he insisted on speaking English.
"Ah! I was about..." He drifted off.
"Yes...? Who are they for, I might know them. Oh you would be so cute!"
"Ah, do you think so? Well... If you must-" He thrust the bright yellow flowers at you, blushing.
"M-Me?" You took the flowers, blushing as red as he was. "I-Ivan!"
"Nyet-No, y/n! If you don't want to, I mean...!"
"No, of course!" You tackled him into a hug happily.
He pressed his cheek against yours, nuzzling. "You're cold... Let me take you home... You need to be warm, you can't get sick, y/n!"
Later, you were sitting on the couch with him. He had made you hot cocoa, while he drank some coffee with a little vodka in it. He had insisted on watching Star Trek together, so you marathoned that the rest of the night, then spent half of the next day between sleeping and catching bits of episodes.