Ivan still stood at the top of the rocks he'd climbed, taking heavy breaths and trying to ready himself. He spread his wings and tried waiting for the exact right moment in the wind that would give him the best chance of catching the current. He had lost this race as soon as he'd agreed to it. RusAme. Wingtalia/Angeltalia. Fluff.

Much to America's horror, Russia decides that the two of them are going to fall in love. And the more he fights it the stronger Russia's determination is to woo him, even if it means taking drastic measures... RussiaxAmerica, M for future chapters.