"Now, vho vants to go next?" Prussia shouted at the top of his lungs, causing a certain girl who was sitting beside China to wince. "Vhat about jou, frau?" asked the prussian, having noticed the wincing girl.

The (h/c) head nodded firmly, not uttering a word, slightly scared of the albino.

"C'mon, frau!" Gilbert insisted, pulling the girl (more like dragging, but okay) to the massive bag.

Moving away from the prussian, (f/n) put her hand in the bag; feeling something a bit plushie-like, she pulled out a dark glove. The glove had almost twice the size of her hand, but she couldn't really guess who it belonged to, since most countries used that kind of gloves (black and way bigger than her hands).

The female looked up to notice Gilbert trembling like a leaf and the silence that had been instaled in the room, she thought it was much more comforting like this, but she failed to notice the sudden intimidating presence hovering over her.

"That is mine, sunflower!" a voice with a strong foreign accent startled the (nationality). The girl turned around in a jump.

"Oh, Ivan..." she sighed in relief, taking her hand to her chest as if it would calm her jumping heart down. Russia offered her a small smile that almost caused the girl to melt, she was so distracted with the russian that she failed to notice Prussia had already lead them to the closet.

"Ah..." the albino seemed to be afraid of talking. "Right. 7 Minutes!" he managed to let out, quickly closing the door.

A few seconds were passed in silence, before (f/n) noticed that she was still gripping the russian's glove tightly on her hands.

"Oh..." she mouthed, a light pink tinting her cheeks. "I-Ivan, your g-glove!" she stuttered. The russian chuckled, his eyes had already gotten used to the darkness, he could see her blush quite well.

"It is okay, sunflower!" he said. "You seem to be a little distressed." He was right; she never told anyone, but the darkness wasn't something pleasant to her, quite the opposite. The large male placed his hand softly on top of hers, doing so, he noticed she was trembling ever so lightly.

"Sunflower?" he asked with a frown.

"Y-yes?" she wondered, she had uncounsciously stepped back when he touched her as she wasn't expecting him to do so.

"Are you afraid of me?" this was the question Russia had never wanted to ask this particular girl; this was the question (f/n) always feared Russia asking her.

"No!" she whispered.

"Then why...?" he started.

"You surprised me, I just wasn't expecting it..." she blushed a bit more. "I-i love y-you Ivan! I'm just n-not too fond of the dark." Russia smiled brightly at this, immediately pulling the (h/c) head into an embrace, she look as if she could break if he put the tiniest bit of strenght in the embrace. (F/n) closed her eyes, putting her arms around the russian's neck.

"I love you too, (f/n), my sunflower!" the male pulled away a little, placing a sweet kiss on the smaller girl's lips. The (e/c) eyed female melt into the kiss, failing to notice that Ivan had taken his scarf off and placed it around her neck.

"Yo, guys! Time's over!" a loud obnoxious, not prussian like, voice that belonged to no other than Alfred F. Jones boomed.

Russia pulled away, keeping the girl safe on his arms as they stepped out of the closet. The room had fallen silent again, the only sound heard being (f/n)'s rather loud yawn.

"I will take you home, sunflower! Da?" asked Russia cheerfully, obtaining a nod from the (h/c) head.

Next up are:

-England

-Spain

Hope you liked it, sunflowers! ;)

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