Happy New Year to everyone! Let's make 2019 a good one 3
As always I am still on the look out for good headcanons so if you see one or have one, send them my way! Love you all!
On a side note, as a backup I have an Ao3 account under the same username so if anything happens to this, it will be reuploaded onto there as the recent tumblr shenanigans has me a bit twitchy.
Russia is an amazing ice dancer. He would probably be able to go to Olympic level if he didn't think it would expose his identity.
Triple jump, lutz, double axel and spin.
It used to be so much easier before phones, before the internet, before online videos, Russia mused, skates scraping across the ice as he executed another leap, barely wobbling as he hit the ice on his return to Earth. Back then, the common people had no idea about half the world around them, had no idea about even the notions that their nations personified walked amongst them and now? Yes it was for the better, this increase in connectivity not just for his own needs to send those funny pictures to the other nations but for his people too. Even if it meant he was currently in the depths of Siberia, the ever present worry in the back of his head if this frozen lake would hold his weight, rather than in an official ice rink.
And step, step, step, and stag leap.
He loved skating, the ice rinks that exploded in his cities at the last dying breath of Halloween, soon filling up with people of all ages and skills from the very young to the very old. It was intoxicating being amongst them, either alone or with his sisters arms looped through his, their sheer joy and delight sending sparks through his nerves and laughter into his soul. It was risky though to skate with them, to take part in their fun, feet moving faster and more practiced with the skill only millennia of practice can bring. This hadn't been a problem before in the age before this current digital one but now? A video on YouTube could be disastrous. There was already enough problems amongst the nations, certain small conspiracy groups finding their old photographs, portraits long thought forgotten and making connections. No they had to kept secret for a while longer. And so Ivan was here.
Backflip, cherry flip, Biellmann spin, hold and stop.
Ivan held his stance for a few beats longer, breath fogging the air, chest heaving. A few claps rang out from the sidelines, the noise muffled from heavy gloves and Ivan shifted, bowing low to his slightly shivering audience before he skated over to his family.
"Hot chocolate now da?" He asked with a smile, leaning slightly on Ukraine to pull of his skates, the snow damp on his socks as he wobbled, shoving his boots back on. She giggled, looping her arm through his as Belarus mimicked the action on the other side and the trio left the frozen lake, snow beginning to gently fall and cover the scratched and marked surface of the lake, hiding Russia's secret for another year.