This a De-Anon from the hetalia kink meme at lj. The pairing was Russia/England and the prompt was fluff.

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Outside the world was drowning in the falling rain. The heavy drops hit the window with a steady rhythm that was kind of soothing. He smiled. A lullaby, the rain was a lullaby, once it was sad and now it was a bit cheery.

Rain is such a strange little thing , he thought. I associated it with sadness, loneliness and sorrow for such a long time. A longing for company, the rain acted as a cry for help. Not that many answered it, mind you.

Sighing he shook his head and absently stroked the soft hair under his hand. In reaction strong arms that entire empires had been crushed under tightened around him letting him experience that strength. Many would have been scared to be in those arms but he could only laugh silently and call them fools for missing out on this man.

Although he had to admit he was also frightened by his lover once upon a time, even if he didn't exactly let the world know his feelings. After all nearly the whole globe had once belonged to him including the seven seas.

Oh, how he missed those times! The world underneath his boot ready to submit to him and please him. Stealing and commanding respect wherever he went as the captain of his very own pirate ship. The power was addicting as was the fear on his enemies faces. Especially Spain's, he giggled in the privacy of his mind. And the frog's. Can't forget the wine bastard.

But his thoughts had taken a random trip to where he didn't want them. He wanted to contemplate the man that had wrapped himself around him like a security blanket. A very big one with lots of muscles, he added.

His eyes lingered on the snow-white hair that resembled the winter in its owner's land, the soft eye lids under which clear amethysts were hidden, the scarf around his neck obviously loved and very well cared for and the lean and powerful body that was mostly burrowed in the sheets covering them both and around himself.

He resisted the temptation to run his hands over the muscled chest and to lean down to kiss those velvet lips. His love had just gone to sleep and he didn't want to wake him. The poor man didn't get enough sleep with him being a workaholic and spending his sparse free time with him, a grumpy old nation, although he was just as old if not older than him. That was also one of the reason why he cherished the little time he had with his beloved.

The life of a nation is hectic, he chuckled. And don't I know it? I wonder if he has still problems with America? Who am I kidding ? The git still calls him "commie bastard" even though he hasn't been a communist for several years now , of course, there are problems hanging in the air. I just hope the two of them don't start another Cold War or, dear god, the Third World War.

Both were considered precious by him and he didn't know what side he would choose would they go to war. Hoping that he never would have to make the choice he looked at his love's face again surprised to see violet eyes staring back.

He smiled apologetic and whispered.

" Did I wake you, love? I am sorry if that's the case. Would you like me to leave?"

" No, I want to cuddle a bit. You will fulfil me this little wish of mine, da?"

The violet eyes seemed to grow becoming round and teary. He stifled a laugh well accustomed to this technique of convincing others because of his many young colonies that he had educated.

" Very well. Sleep then, my precious sunflower. "

A sincere smile spread on his love's face, nothing like the creepy and disturbingly childish smile he usually wore. It was full of sunshine and trust and love that stood in sharp contrast to the weather outside.

Humming a lullaby he watched how his lover was once again embraced by the world of dreams before taking a glance outside.

The clouds still were hanging and it was still raining but he didn't see loneliness in it any more but rather mad happiness. It would be perfect to take a stroll through the descending water or better, dance through it with his destiny on his side.

I don't need to cry any more, do I? So why is London still wet with heaven's tears ? I think I know. You taught me to love it and now it's a sign of joy and not of sadness. Thank you, my sunflower.

England thought as he gave Russia a gentle kiss, hugged him tightly and finally succumbed to sleep dreaming of happy days spent in the company of his love and thousands of sunflowers.