Acknowledgement
[A/N: It's a drabble. I liked the idea of Russia being nice to Sealand, then Sealand developing a crush on him. I'll continue if you guys tell me what should happen next, because I have no idea…]
Sealand sat next to Russia on purpose. The taller male didn't seem to notice him, wearing his usual smile and staring off into space. The violet-eyed man was terrifying to the blond, so he sat far enough away to be safe, but close enough to examine the stranger, swinging his legs because his feet didn't quite reach the floor. Peter could hear a sharp voice calling an end to the meeting, but his orbs were locked on Ivan's unblinking eye. The small country was surprised at how many speckles of silver were glistening through the purple, awed by it, his mouth hanging open against his will.
He was jerked out of his thoughts when Russia stood, his attention stolen by China. The raven-haired country was jabbering on and on, probably about nothing, the rest of their company filing out of the room. Sealand stayed behind, determined to face his fear once and for all by speaking with Russia. He couldn't have been as bad as he was first told, not if the most aggressive thing he had done the entire time Peter had known him was smile.
"E-excuse me…" The blond tugged on Ivan's coat, gathering both the attention of him and his companion. Both men stared down at Sealand, China with a look of surprise, and Ivan with polite interest.
Peter wanted to talk. He wanted so badly to ask Russia a simple question like his favorite color, or what his worst fear was, but there was a lump in his throat. Yao ruffled the youngest male's hair and turned to leave after a moment of silence, waving on his way out. Russia looked as though he was considering, his lips a thin, unreadable line.
"You were going to ask me something?" The silver-haired man finally inquired, looking straight into Sealand's eyes. The blonde's mouth went dry and his pulse was suddenly the only noise in the room.
"U-um… yeah, I was just… Just g-gonna ask you a…" He was trembling, staring at the space between his feet and kneading the hem of his shirt. He glanced up, jumping when Ivan's smiling face was eye-level with his own. Even crouching the way he was, Russia was still so much bigger than Sealand, but he had lessened the teen's worry.
"Ask anything you like. I try to be open with my fellow countries." Ivan said in a soft, kind tone that made something hurt in the pit of Sealand's stomach.
"Y-you called me a country…" Peter said, turning red.
"Of course." Russia stood and planted his massive hand on the blonde's shoulder. There wasn't anything but the subtle scratch of the man's glove on the side of his neck and heavy pressure, warm tingling spreading out from the contact.
"I'm excited for when you're big enough for us to become friends." Ivan stood, smiling down at Peter, then left, the teen swaying back and forth in his spot, dizzy with the confusing rush of emotions. Russia was decidedly less scary than he had been, even if he did reek of booze up close.