You searched through your closet; you didn't think anyone was going to ask you to the ball. But you had bought a formal dress just in case. You laid it on your bed and started listening to music and tried to remember all the dances you had learned, and even went onto your computer and looked some up on the internet, just to be sure you knew how they went. After all, you didn't want to be stepping on anyone's foot.
When it was an hour before sunset, you opened the door with your dress on, and you were startled by the limousine that pulled up at your house. Your breath was caught, as the chauffer went and opened the door for you, "Madame." He said with a nod. You blushed as you carefully sat in the luxurious car, and listened to beautiful music as you drank your favorite flavor of sparkling cider.
The limo let you out and you climbed the stairs with an escort, and he led you to the double doors of the World Meeting Mansion. When the doors opened you couldn't see anyone in the middle of the dance floor, yet. "Announcing Miss _!" The crowd cheered and clapped for their friend. You smiled and waved blushing like never before.
You went out onto the dance floor and everyone started dancing and after a few moments you began to think you got blown off when suddenly someone tapped on your shoulder. You spun around and were kissed deeply, when you broke apart, you saw your secret admirer. "R-Russia!" You exclaimed, blushing a deep red. You had been crushing on him for ages and now he was here as YOUR secret admirer!
"I hate where I live now, da." He said placing a headband with a sunflower on it, in your hair.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because there aren't many, if any, sunflowers where I live, and that's what reminds me of you. They are only half as beautiful as you, but I live to see another sunflower, just so I can capture the image of your face again."
"Then I'll make sure that I build a greenhouse in your home, that way you can always see me."
"Da, how about you become one with Mother Russia and we can build the greenhouse together, my little one."
"Sounds heavenly." You said as you let him whisk you into his arms with a deep and loving kiss as he made you feel light footed as he mastered the dance floor, with his deep and powerful strides. His violet eyes filled you with thoughts of long nights cuddling by a fire, and talking late into the night. You couldn't imagine life without your giant Russian man. He was a garden of sunflowers to you as well, every time you saw a sunflower, or ate a seed; you always saw his face smiling at you with such vividness. Russia was everything you wanted and ever needed. He was as much your sunflower, as you were his.