...I'm verrrry bored...Use of human names.

Russia = Ivan

Ireland = Riley

Pairing: Russia x OC

Rating: K+

Summary: Ireland gives Russia a picture of a sunflower for his birthday. Leading up to fluffiness~

Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia in any way. I only own Ireland and the plot. I suck. ._.

Ireland was silently drawing a picture of a sunflower at her desk in her bedroom. The lines were perfect, the shading was absolutely outstanding, and the details were out of this world. All she had to do now was give it to Russia. She silently walked out of her room and began walking through the halls of the Allied Forces' building. Her redish orangish hair was put back into a half ponytail, and her ears were newly pierced with small diamond earrings. She was wearing a green top that had the shoulders cut off and a pair of blue jeans with her black and white plaid Converse. She had on some green eyeshadow, but not too much. It was just enough to make her look like she WASN'T a tramp. She had some coconut lip gloss on, along with some green nail polish on her fingernails and a few sparkles near her eyes.

The female nation made it to Russia's door and knocked on the door. The blond male nation opened the door and greeted the redhead with a kiss on the cheek.

"Ah, hello, dear Riley. What is it?" he asked.

"I drew this for you. I hope you like it." Ireland said, holding out the drawing to him. "Happy birthday, Ivan."

The blond took the picture and looked at it, his smile getting wider. And it wasn't a creepy smile, it was a genuine, sincere smile, one that didn't creep anyone out.

One that you wouldn't expect from the very own Ivan Braginski.

"I-I love it, Riley..." he said. He then scooped her up in his arms and showered her face with kisses, making her giggle.

"Well I love you." she said, kissing his lips softly and pulling back. Russia frowned.

"That was quick." he pouted. The redheaded girl giggled and kissed him again, this time it was for a bit longer. The blond smiled softly. Once again, it was genuine.

"Happy birthday, Russia-Kun." Ireland said, kissing her boyfriend again.

Russia's first birthday with his little Irish girl was the best birthday he could remember.

NYAAAAAAAAAAA FLUUUFF C: but it's short and in crappy quality...oh well C: it's still a good plot if ya ask me.

I love this pairing to DEATH! *hugs them both*

Ireland: can't...breathe...*turns purple*

Russia: *hits me with a pipe xD*

Me: .w. night night. *falls over, letting go of them*

Ireland: *lol gasps for air* okay...so, that's our story. Hope ya'll liked it, loved it, hated it, whatever. Just review. Or I'll come get you with Russia's pipe. *dark aura xD*

Russia: c: that's my girl.