And today I present you with our fourth rare pairing, if you don't enjoy pairings of the opposite genders I suggest you turn your pretty little heads around now for today I bring you England's other half as…
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It was chilly. England rubbed his hands together, he forgot that although Ukraine came off as a cheerful and bright Nation her land was indeed cold and with a brother like Russia it shouldn't have been so surprising that she would be used to such cold weather. But as England walked towards her house- they had a meeting- he hadn't expected to find her tending to a lot of flowers in a field near her house.
"Ukraine!" He called after a while of wondering how she was able to work with just a flimsy shirt and dungarees on without catching a death of a cold.
"Ah England!" She jumped in surprise turning quickly around, looking apologetic. "Can you wait a moment?"
England nodded, walking over to the fence and waiting for her to finish, as she went back to tending to… sunflowers? England admired them, they were large and greatly grown… and he wasn't referring to what France would be talking about (although you can't blame England, he may have stared like a few others when he first had met her… he was a man after all).
"You're growing sunflowers?" England questioned- attempting to get his mind away from… such un-gentlemanly topics.
"Ah, Christmas is approaching?" She started, standing up and taking a few deep breaths to relax her muscles from the effort on tending to the flowers. "Russia and Belarus and our family coming over for Christmas. And though you may not think it, Russia really enjoys Christmas- so I am trying to grow a lot of sunflowers for him… as a present. He enjoys them."
Ukraine smiles sweetly over at England. "I am right in assuming you'll be spending Christmas with your family?"
England smiles and looks over the whole field, all the work Ukraine had put into making this gift for her younger brother.
"We might. The commonwealth have a thing of turning up without warning and even then not all of them are definitely going to show up… they're always starting arguments with each other. America is usually too busy at his own house and usually drags all his neighbours- including Canada- to his house, so they probably won't turn up. And anyway I've been a bit too busy to have a proper holiday recently."
"You shouldn't push yourself too hard England… Everyone needs a break." Ukraine smiles at England- the reassuring older sister like smile that she shows to those she trusts. England in turn sends her his own special smile, the one he uses when the commonwealth are over- but he usually hides it behind a hand or a cup- if they thought he found their company entertaining there was no telling when they'd leave his house.
"So need any help there?" England questions. "I don't mean to boast but I'm quite the gardener, have you seen my rose bushes?"
"Ah, you can't help- you're a guest…" She jumps up startled. "Oh, I'm being rude I should be offering you tea… and-"
England holds up a hand, smiles and walks over, knelling down to the flowers roots and makes sure there's enough moisture- not too much to drown, not too little to dehydrate.
"You are nothing but polite Ukraine," England smiles up at her. "Let's finish these quickly, go in and warm up quickly before we have to have our meeting."
She knells down beside him and they both get to work- a comfortable silence drifts in and among the sea of yellow sunflowers. It's not long after that that England feels that deathly grip that the wind seems to imitate all too well and sneezes.
After blessing himself, with an amused smile from Ukraine, he can't help but ask. "Do you have a scarf or some gloves, we're only getting a little frost back home, so I'm not quite used to the cold weather yet…"
"Ah, I'm sorry…" She grimaces. "I leant my last pair to Belarus when she came running through, she completely forgot them as she was excited to meet brother…"
"Ah, no problem," England sniffles. "Let' finish this quickly so we can go back in."
A quick and enthusiastic nod, but their comfortable silence has been kicked away by an awkward one. Ukraine feels guilty- if England gets a cold it would be her fault, for making him work out in the cold with her. So England smiles, he's learnt how to read these silences and starts some idle chatter.
"Did you know flowers have their own language?" Ukraine looks over at England, who is looking at the flowers with a soft smile. "They send messages through their colours and what they are. Do you know what the sunflower means?"
England leans in towards the flower's head; fingers gently brushed against the petals, his green eyes watch Ukraine from the corner of his eyes. She shakes her head no.
"Sunflowers mean: Loyalty, haughtiness and," he kisses the flower lightly, his eyes never leaving Ukraine's. "You are splendid."
Ukraine blushes, ignoring the fluttering of her heart- she's not used to such attention, but since she's gotten close to the commonwealth it's a natural thing between them to be warm to each other. To make others blush, to laugh, to make others feel like they're needed. And she's trying not to take what any of them say seriously, they're always teasing each other, but England's eyes are always so genuine, so she shakes the feeling away for now, tries to continue the conversation by asking why a flower could mean so many things, but she knows later she'll remember England's eyes and his lips against the sunflower and she'll feel confused all over again.
It's weeks later, once Christmas has arrived that she opens her gifts- Russia having seen his field of sunflowers is singing happily, bottle of vodka in hand- and finds one from England. It's wrapped in pretty paper. It's a book. With a red scarf and matching gloves wrapped around it- each of them have a small flower sewn on the corners.
The book is about flowers and their language. She smiles- thinking of what to give England in return. The book is marked- she turns to the page and discovers the flower sewn on her scarf and gloves is an azalea.
Azalea: Take care of yourself for me; fragile passion; temperance; Chinese symbol of womanhood
Ukraine's face flares bright red- Estonia questions if she's alright, but all Ukraine can think of is those green eyes and she questions how she's meant to know what England wanted her to know and what she means to him…
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This one was for: Skadiyoko I hope you enjoyed XP
Well… That was interesting to write (hasn't written Ukraine before, so I hope that's ok also I didn't know how to write her speech so I used my Russian friend's accent as inspiration… he talks backwards sometimes and when we asked if he was going to join us instead of saying "I am" he said "I'm", it was cute and he's so fun to tease, but yeah I used his accent because I haven't a clue how to write Ukraine's speech… I've never met a person from Ukraine nor have I talked to someone on the internet from there… that's kind of sad DX). Also I thought what could I write about between these two and the only things that sprung to mind was one- sewing/ knitting, two- flowers and three- both being very caring siblings, so their families. So I tried to fuse it all together XD
Also why were the commonwealth mentioned a bit? Because my research about England all for Ukraine being in the EU and NATO came from a commonwealth website and let's face it quite a few of the commonwealth nations seem to get along with her as well. Also I get the feeling that the commonwealth kind of are just so jolly and friendly with others that they seem to be flirting when they're not, or maybe they are who knows. Anyway due to this research, England was coming over for a meeting about helping Ukraine into the EU and/or NATO, which is how they've become friends, but what ends up happening is the two of them talk endlessly about family problems or cute things they've done (meaning Ukraine knows all of the commonwealth Nations most embarrassing secrets and England on the Soviet Nations XD)
Also has to be said that I felt Ukraine was a bit unaware of her… femininity and doesn't really consciously do girly things, or isn't aware of what her large breasts do to the guys and because of this she's greatly embarrassed at the fact that a guy Nation MIGHT think of her in such a way XP
Anyways this was meant to come out as sweet, I hope it did. I'm trying to make each chapter different so we aren't stuck with lots of similar things (which is what sometimes happens when we deal with fan-fictions like I'm doing, so I hope everything's coming out alright). Enjoy my pretties, I managed to update a little early today- I doubt tomorrow I'll be able to update early… sadly, but we can hope, so see you tomorrow… some when!