RussPol, another prompt by a friend!
"So... what d'you think of these?" Poland asks.
"Cute," Russia replies, not looking at Poland's feet. Isn't the weather getting too cold for shorts? The wind must go straight through these thin leggings... "Are you sure they are not too big?"
Poland glares.
"No, they're fine," he insists. "'sides, I can wear thicker socks in them!"
Oh, yes, the socks. Russia hopes this doesn't mean Poland has looked through his house and found his Christmas presents again. He was pretty proud of having found a pair the exact right shade of rose to go with Poland's favorite winter hat.
"I see," Russia says simply. "If you feel comfortable walking, I think you can get them. They look very good."
Poland still seems hesitant.
"Are you sure, like, the little buckles aren't too much with the fur? I mean, it's totally cute, but maybe I, like, need a simpler pair of boots instead and since the economy is all..."
He waves his hand dismissively. He doesn't like talking about being reasonable or practical when shopping. Or at any time, really.
Still, Russia doesn't care.
"The brown ones we saw earlier," he points out. "They looked very good, too." High, a little heel, leather... just feminine enough to compliment Poland's legs perfectly, in Russia's not-really-professional opinion.
Poland looks absolutely torn. It's heartbreaking. Adorably, innocently heartbreaking - Russia might even feel a little thankful towards capitalism for bringing this expression to Poland's face so often.
"They were good too, huh..?"
Russia pretends to be thinking this over - he's already decided what to do, but he wants to look at that face just a little bit longer.
"I will get them for you, then," he says finally. The sweet expression fades, but the beaming one - not to mention the kiss - is lovely, too.
