URGHHHHH! Time to write, even though you guys are probably like "NO YOU MOFO YOU MADE RUSSIA A REALLY BAD GUY! AND YOU SUCK CUZ OF THAT!" Well, you're going to understand a little more hopefully. :3
Sorry That it took so long. :D I'll get back on schedule soon. I got a perfect in bio for a test so I don't have to worry. Plus he's giving us a huge break. We won't have homework until NEXT WEDNESDAY! So we all are like "YES!" I love how awesome my Bio teacher is (Even if he is a hardass at times).
Okay, and jeez. These two idiots at our school got in a huge fist fight at lunch…. Guess why? Because one of them cut the other in line. T_T …..
Obviously American. XD
….DONN'T OWWWNNN!
Chapter 34: The Storm Warning
I woke up, with a strange feeling. Almost as if my dream was true, and I was going to have my wrist broken. I rubbed my wrist and sighed. Last night, I had apparently fallen asleep after writing in my journal.
I picked up the pen, and gazed out the window, feeling depressed. So we didn't even talk…
There was knocking on my door, and I pulled the blankets around me," Come in.." My voice sounded small to me, and I watched as the door open, and Russia stood in front of me. He seemed serious, and I got a weird feeling in my chest, almost as I had been shot in the heart.
He closed the door behind him. Suddenly all the emotions I had felt in the last few weeks just built up and slammed me into a decision I knew I had to make. I had only two choices. End it, forever. Or…. Let him sweep me off my feet… Again…
I hate this feeling, the feeling of loosing myself in my thoughts, letting him know what I feel just by the simplest of glances. I looked at him and whispered the only words I could without breaking down, "I love you…"
I couldn't hold out much longer. I knew the decision was made for me. He was the only one I had dated and yet I felt such insane love for him. Everything he did, down to the way he breathed and talked drove me insane. I couldn't take it any longer…
Words were spoken in the simple matter of staring into each other's eyes, searching for the truth and trust we both needed. I couldn't stand it any longer, if he didn't get over here so we could make up; I would throw all the vodka in the world in the ocean. Stupid Russian…
"Russia-" I cut myself off mesmerized by his eyes. Damn him and his effect.
He closed the distance in a matter of three strides, and his hands were resting on my fingers in seconds after. Just as we were about to kiss, a sharp image burned itself into my brain.
His grip tightened, and I let out a muffled scream of pain, and a crack was heard.
I quickly pushed myself away from him. He looked hurt, and worried," ….Krystine?"
I took a shaky breath," I-I need a few minutes alone…"
He humored me, and left with a simple good bye.
I laid there for a while, wondering whether or not it was safe for me to be around him. I mean, it was just a dream… Wasn't it? But still… He's so… so big that he could just CRUSH me with one finger. Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but still…
I love him with my whole heart. I love his everything. Even his vodka smelling morning breath. Okay no. I don't like that, I could deal without the morning breath. I looked around my room and smiled slightly. I'd grown up since I had began seeing him.
I felt older. Did all girls feel like this when they dated their first love? Like…. It feels like my eyes were opened. I feel like touching his smooth face, smiling as he let me play with his badges on his coat. Like watching him take off his coat and scarf, and getting to wrap my arms around his neck and laying my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. My heart ached.
His hands never dared to touch me inappropriately, and I can't help but think that he was amazingly sweet despite his outside demeanor of evil, sadistic crazy and…
Okay never mind, I've seen how he acts towards Lithuania.
But still… With me, he's sweet and gentle… I don't think I could ever want anyone else.
I love him. More than anything. And I don't think I could love anyon-
I took a deep breath in and walked slowly up to his room. I opened the door. He was sitting at the desk, drinking vodka. He seemed upset.
In seconds, I walked over, and kissed him with all my might. After a split second, he responded, pulling me to him; holding me close. My heart began to beat faster. After a minute or two of kissing plainly, just softly pressing our lips together, I pulled away studying his face.
I cupped his smooth stubble-free cheek, "No matter what I do or say… I love you more than anything or anyone in the world. Do you understand..? I won't ever leave you, or betray you." I flushed slightly, " I'm only yours, Ivan.."
He seemed troubled, I could see the slightest flicker of worry in his eyes, "Krystine…" he murmured into my hair. I looked up at him. He sighed, "You love me, Da?"
I nodded. "Yeah…"
He kissed me softly, "Then don't give me all of you. You're only 15, Da?"
"Yeah? So? Are you saying I can't spend time with you? I can't kiss you?! What the hell Russia!" I growled, tears stinging my eyes.
He glared, and threw me on the bed. My face flushed bright red, as he hovered over me," Don't give up everything to me. I will hurt you if you do." He said coldly.
I stared at him silently, my heart pounding. Then I frowned," Fuck you. I'll do what I want!"
He sat next to me, with that strange little smile on his face, "Da.."
Did you guys get what Russia meant? If not… *drumroll* wait until next month to find out. (lol, I'm lying, it'll be sooner. I'm just making fun of myself.)
Please Review, My sweets! *Creepy tone*