Alternate title: I'm Talking 'Bout Girls (They're So Pretty It Hurts)

Content warnings: Implied homophobia.

This fic is written for arrowsanonymous on AO3 (aka repriseliability on Tumblr), who introduced me to this ship, and Hoodle, who seems to appreciate the ship too.
I'm sorry if I got anything wrong in this fic.

Lavinia had only just got home from the studio when her phone started buzzing — oh! The caller ID read, Hazel Levesque — had it already been a week? She tapped the button to join the call and Hazel's face popped onto the screen. She appeared to be in an outdoor cafe area, with no hint of sleepiness in her bright amber eyes. There was a boy wearing a black hoodie with the words 'Simping in Secret' asleep on her shoulder, but Lavinia could recognize, even in her tired near-daze, that it was her brother and not someone she would have to sword-fight in a Denny's parking lot for her girlfriend's hand.

Thank goodness she stayed in her father's apartment as opposed to the university dormitories, because she would have no idea how to explain her staring in adoration at a fellow girl on the other side of the world to her room-mates. Especially in the current state of Russia...

"Good mornin', Vinnie," Hazel greeted, holding up her hand. Her pride wristband poking out of the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "Or... is it evenin' for ya?"

"Privyetik, Kheĭzel." Lavinia gave a short yawn. "Oh, uh, sorry, it's been long day over here. Spent whole day at studio."

Hazel giggled. "Good for you, Vinnie. How's your father?"

"He's... on tour again, haven't heard from him much." She then launched into a sleepy ramble over what had happened over the past week and the mishaps her classmates had managed to get into, as well as the heaven-sent kosher food she found to be served in a cafe not far from the university campus. "Oh, and co-owner, Klara, her phone case has bi-cycle on it so maybe we can go there next time you visit."

"I'm glad you're doin' fine, Vinnie. 'ey, Marilyn!"

"What?" Lavinia's music major cousin poked her head into the proximity of the tiny screen. "Evening, cuz!"

They talked a little about what their families were up to, then Marilyn handed the phone back to Hazel, hissing in her ear, "Talk to her about the shenanigans you were part of this week."

And so she did, starting with how she and a few other friends shut down a racist remark from their Geology professor, but Lavinia mainly just stared at the image of her girlfriend's face, undoing her braid, thinking about how much the world had aligned to allow them, two girls from two sides of the planet, to meet.

Both of them were getting Fine Arts degrees at their respective universities — Hazel specializing in Visual Arts with a minor in Geological and Earth Sciences, Lavinia specializing in Dance. They had met during the year Lavinia got to go on an exchange programme to New Rome University, where her cousin and Hazel were studying.

At first, they both dated different people. Lavinia was in a relationship with an Environmental Science student called Pacifique Oakley — she was a nice person, but Lavinia was really allergic to her perfume and eventually she couldn't take it anymore and broke off from her. As for Hazel, she was dating a boy she knew from high school, Frank, before they decided they were better off as friends after a few months together and parted ways.

Eventually, their friendship grew into something more, and Hazel came out to her as pansexual — her first reaction was I have a chance! And she did take that chance, and it still made her heart skip every time her girlfriend's golden eyes looked in her direction. Even if she had to go back to Russia at the end of the year, they still kept in touch and promised to Skype each other every week. And her voice — so smooth as if her words were made of molten gold itself. The Lord really had blessed her with a perfect princess, hadn't He?

"Earth to Lavinia, ya doin' alright over there?"

"Uh, yeah, printsessa," she replied absent-mindedly. Hazel crossed her arms, but her smile didn't falter away. Her brother had vanished from her shoulder, presumably now napping on his boyfriend's shoulder or lap or wherever, it didn't matter.

"You're starin', cher."

"Because you're beautiful, malishka." Hazel was now lightly fanning her face, cheeks tinted a little darker at the comment.

"Anyway, Vinnie, that's nuff for one night, it's been nice talkin' to ya, I think it's about time you get some rest. It's been a long day for ya, and I've got classes in the next hour."

"I'm coming over to your place during the winter holiday season, right?"

"Right, I can't wait to see ya in person again."

"Me too. Night, Kheĭzel." She blew a kiss in the direction of the screen.

Hazel gave a smile back, and it pained Lavinia's heart to have to wait two months to see her in person again. "Night, Lavi."

Translations
Privyetik (Приветик) — very informal way of saying "hi" in Russian
Printsessa (Принцесса) — Russian endearment meaning "princess"
Cher — Cajun endearment meaning "darling" or "dear"
Malishka (Малы́шка) — common Russian endearment meaning "baby girl"

I'm sorry I got any of the Russian wrong, everything is from research and/or fanfic reading from my Hetalian days.
Klara's bi-cycle phone case is based on one for sale on RedBubble.
Poison Oak's plant basis is likely the 'Pacific poison oak' or 'western poison oak', which explains how I chose her 'human' name for this fic.
On an unrelated real life note, blue looks so good on Georgia and Pennsylvania. Good for them.