Thanks for the reviews! I'mma working on everyone's request! And thanks for the Vodka, perfect for this chapter, I guess. XD
Russia: Indeed, da. Now review again, please...Or become one with mother Russia? Kolkolkol~
I just had to come out, didn't I? It was late at night, freezing cold, and now snowing. America said everything would be fine since he went out in this kind of weather before, though he also added how much it, in his words, "Froze my grapes off!" Which made me giggle at the way he said that, wearing his goofy grin. I sometimes wonder why we hang out, seeing as Russia doesn't seem too fond of him...
Russia...Just the simple thought of him made the snow seem like nothing more than hot water on an ice-cube, melting away into clear, see-through water. That's how my feelings were, whenever I was around him. Anyone with eyes could clearly see how much I liked him. Well, maybe not America or Italy, people with common sense did. I'm not trying to sound mean towards those two, but no-one can really deny their...unawareness.
There is just something about Russia that makes me feel...funny. I know it's a crush, but lately, I feel kind of different. In a great way, too. I wonder how he has this effect on me. Maybe his complete cuteness? His innocent stare, when I knew looks were being deceiving? Yes, I know about his...um, intimidating nature. But that made me like him even more...Sometimes, I question my sanity. Doesn't matter, really. I'm crazy enough as it is for the powerful, yet adorable, Russian country. That sounds cheesy, but I seriously don't care at this point. And no, I am not Belarus crazy/crazed-stalker.
Another gust of chilly air attacks me away from my blissful thoughts of my Russian crush. The weather was getting worse, because life loves us all so much, making the snow fall harder onto my already numb face. I hold my brown paper bag closer to me, trying to get at least a little bit of heat from it. I swear, I will kill America later for telling me there wasn't a snowstorm tonight! I bet Russia could help...Now he's rubbing off on my mind. Heh, heh...
Speaking of Russia, said man, without me noticing, had been standing behind me for a while when I stopped mid-step at a certain thought that came to mind about dealing with America. Russia really is rubbing off on me...
Before a word, or shall I say scream, could be said or done, I felt something being wrapped around my neck, making me jump from surprise. It was rather large, incredibly soft, and smelled of...Vodka? Mind, I know we've been having a few changes happening, but don't start imagining stuff this good to be true! Because only one person, I know of, could have a scent that made me fall into corny, fluffed up thoughts...
"You seem cold, da? Why don't you come with me, it is a lot warmer. Even if the snow is so delightful, with it's harsh winds and terrible coldness that makes people shake uncontrollably. Just like in fear...Kolkolkol~"
The way he said that was so innocent, it scared me. And yet, I felt like giggling. Hey...where the heck did he come from in the first place! I sure don't remember feeling like I was being stalked! Do these creepy things come naturally to him? But he's giving me that adorable look...I can't ask him! Gah! How can someone so cute, be so dang evil! Oh well, at least he's evilly cute. To me, that is. As for the other countries...let's just say they would rather run around, soaking wet, in this blizzard, then being trapped alone with him.
"S-S-Sure, if you d-don't mind..." I stutter for two reasons. One: I'm freezing my watermelons off. (Dammit, America is rubbing off on me, too!). Two: Russia is now, rather I liked it or not, putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me with him. This blizzard could be considered tropical paradise to me, now. Thank you, Holy Rome!
"You're cute when you shiver violently. It reminds me of cold, freezing kitten." My eye twitched, though I was also blushing up my own heated storm. "My home is not too far away, da." Sure enough, we arrived at his house in a matter of minutes, with me fighting off my inner fangirl. His arm, that was wrapped around my shoulder, was now holding onto my waist. This guy wasn't shy, huh? But I wasn't going to say anything. I really loved being this close to him...and I'd like to live another day.
When he opened the door, he started pulling me towards his, what I guess was, living room. I noticed the Baltics weren't around until I saw a small light coming from the kitchen when passing it. They may have been in there, but I didn't have a chance to find out with Russia dragging me through the halls. Well, not really dragging. More like me deliberately walking slow so I could savor the moment immensely. Russia isn't the only sly one here.
When reaching his living room, he had asked if I wanted anything to eat. Not really sure of what to say, I grabbed a bag of popping corn out from my shopping bag. Giving it to Russia with a smile, I thought of how upset America will be when he learns I ate his food without him. He asked me to buy it for our weekly, best bud movie nights, a.k.a me laughing my ass off at him when he starts screaming bloody murder while hugging his pillow for dear life.
He gave me his own, sweet, smile. Calling for the Baltics, who immediately came running into the room. He handed the popping corn to Lithuania, told Raivis to get me hot chocolate, and Estonia for a soft blanket, while smiling even...sweeter. So sweet, it made Lithuania look close to tears. I gave them a sympathetic look before all three left. Lithuania leaving to go cook the popping corn, trying not to faint from fear along with the other two. I can't help feeling sorry for them sometimes, but they get to live with Russia...So they should be grateful!
"(Name,) come sit with me, da?" Russia doesn't give me a choice, grasping onto my waist and yanking me onto his lap. I gulp a ton of air, blushing a new red scientist have yet to study. I relax a bit when his grip loosens, actually feeling somewhat...tender? I try craning my neck so I'd be able to look at him, but he keeps me from doing so by placing his head onto my right shoulder, my back against his well toned chest. Heart, don't fail me now by skipping away so freely.
He nuzzled my cheek softly, giving it a light kiss. I was more frozen than the worsened snowstorm roaring outside. First thought: What is he doing? Second thought: Why is he doing this? Third thought when he tilted my head, so my eyes were staring back into his softening gaze, smiling before giving me a small kiss: Did I just hear heaven bells ringing?
He didn't force anything, which shocked me greatly. This kiss is so...gentle. I thought he'd be one of those rough, tongue kissing kind of guys. But that wasn't him in this case when he began caressing my cheeks, using both hands. I feel his thumb rubbing small, soothing circles across my flushed face, making my heart sigh blissfully. I wondered if he felt how extremely heated my cheeks were through his gloved hands as I let my own get lost in his hair.
I don't understand why he's doing this so sudden, but I couldn't complain. No, this feeling is far too warm. Even warmer than the flickering fire burning inside of it's fireplace where we're sitting close to on his cream-colored sofa.
"R-Russia...why did you kiss me so...s-suddenly?" I ask carefully, trying not to say the wrong thing. Also, wanting to catch my breath.
"Because I felt like it, da?" Was his reply, kissing me on the nose. Who, in the name of Vodka, is this man? And if I can, let me keep him! With a little evil on the side...What? It's cute!
"Because you...felt like it? Wait, I'm confused...Does this mean you like me? Or just want me to become one with mother Russia?" He hasn't asked me that in a while, so I couldn't help but think it may be his reason. He smiled, leaning his forehead onto mine after flipping me around. So now I sat on his lap, him embracing me in a...loving hug? Dream, I swear I'll kill you if I wake up!
"I have known you for quite some time now, (Name.) I now know I have other emotions besides murderous ones." He says 'murderous' a little too happy. "I feel like a sunflower around you. Happy, content, cheerful...but mostly..." He presses his lips lightly onto mine... "любовь."...kissing me once again, only this time warmer.
Who needed popping corn, hot chocolate, or comfy blankets when you had this loving warmth?
Extended ending.
When the Baltics returned with everything, they found you and Russia cuddled up closely together on the sofa, seemingly asleep. All three smiled at this. Only you were able to bring out this warm, soft side he held within himself. So when Estonia placed the blanket onto you both before him and the other two left, all three were hoping you'd be spending more time around here...Not only for Russia, but for their sakes as well.
Snuggling deeper into Russia's arms, you let out a content sigh.
I'll have to thank America later...Or just go along with my original plan, kolkolkol~
A soft 'kolkolkol' came from Russia as well...
"(Name,) would you like to become one with mother Russia, da?"
You smiled playfully at him, nuzzling your cheek against his nose. You tilt your head, giving him a innocent look. He, in turn, chuckled at your sweetening expression, gazing back into your soft eyes with his own violet irises. For once, his flaring aura was calm as he embraces you closer, a genuine smile tugging his lips upward slowly.
"I love you...Ya evilly cute Russian..."
"I know. Kolkolkol~"
Snowstorms weren't so bad after-all.
любовь means "love" in Russian.
One of the people who requested this wanted it to be super fluffy, so I couldn't really get my "Kolkolkol" on. :3
I...This is just...I don't even... Is this fluffy? I'm not sure...My cat had a VERY tiny kitten three days ago, which shocked the hell out of everyone since no one knew she was even gonna have a kitten. Weird, because we were getting her fixed next month. This little kitten she had is so small, so we're not sure if he'll make it. But he's holding strong. I named him after my favorite Vocaloid, Len. :3
As for this story...I wrote it at 5:00 am something, so I'm sorry if it sucks. I was able to spend the night at my cousin's house since she lives, like, five houses down from me, giving me the chance to steal her internet. :D My mom is taking care of Len right now, the little angel~
Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya
You will become one with mother Russia.