" 'I love you'…
One of the most powerful things you could ever say to somebody…
And today, I'm gonna say it…
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to you."
December 11th, 9:30 a.m. I prepared myself to tell Russia how I feel about him. I sat in front of my mirror, fixing my hair to perfection, but I suddenly stopped, 'Maybe its too soon.' I thought, 'I don't wanna make things awkward between us….' 'Maybe I should ask him what kind of girl he's into!' I shook my head, 'No, no, that would make it obvious.' I stared at my refection.
"Maybe I should…ask him out on a date?" I softly.
"Yeah, that's what I'll do!" I smiled to myself. I finished fixing my hair and ran out of my room to find Russia. He was in the living room playing a board game with Tobago. I approached him, "U-um, Russia?" I stuttered, "Hm?" he turned to me, and I blushed a deep red. I noticed Tobago watching without a clue, "Momo, let me have a couple minutes to talk to Russia, na?" She smiled, "Oh, I get it!" and went into the other room.
"What is it, Trinidad?" Russia asked. I gulped. "Um.. I was just wondering if you were free this afternoon." I said, twirling my hair.
"Yes. I don't think I had anything planned. Why?" he replied. My heart pounded, "W-well, I was hoping we could probably hang out." Russia just stared, "I-if you want to, that is." I looked away in an attempt to hide my redness. He then stood up and turned my face back to his, "I would love to." he smiled widely. My eyes widen, I was feeling an indescribable amount of happiness. "Lets go for a long walk in the park at 10:30, da?" he suggested. I could only smile and nod my head in excitement, I couldn't wait. "Good, it'll be fun, da?" he assured, "I'm going to get ready, ok?" "Yeah me too." I smile happily.
I returned to my room to ready myself for my date with Russia. 'I've got about 45 minutes to be ready.' I thought as I shifted thorough my closet. I pulled out a tight, red dress and held it in front of my body. "Too sexy for the park." I said, tossing it aside. Then I pulled out a black t-shirt, "Too simple.", I tossed it aside. I continued to search thorough my clothes, until I found the perfect dress. It was a flowing, petal pink with little white flowers and a dark pink plaid pattern all over it, the straps and bottom rim was frilly and silky. It stopped maybe 3 inches below my butt.
'Perfect!' I smiled to myself.
I put on the dress and spun around, making sure its in good condition. Then I slid my feet into a pair thigh-high socks and then into a pair of white knee-high boots with flowers on the top rims. I applied clear strawberry-flavored gloss to my lips. Replacing my red hoop-earrings with pink ones & wearing a thin white headband. We're supposed to be leaving in about five minutes. I put on my white winter jacket and I gave myself one last look in the mirror.
'This is it.' I thought.
There was a light knock at my door. I opened half way and peeked out. It was Russia, wearing a tan-colored sweater and his usual scarf, pants, and boots. "You are ready, da?". I opened the door all the way, "Yeah, I am." I smiled. Russia looked at me up and down, "You look so pretty." he smiled gently. I blushed, "Thank you. You're looking pretty handsome, yourself." I said. "Thanks!" Russia said. He put his arm around my shoulder, "Lets go." he smiled. My heart pounded as we stepped out of the front door.
*At the park*
Russia and I walked along the snow covered path, admiring our surroundings. The bear trees, the mountains in the horizon, the snowmen that children built. Everything. We came across a bench almost completely covered down with snow. "Lets sit for a little while, da?" Russia said, I nodded. He brushed the snow off of the seat and the back then sat down. I sat down too, but I immediately popped back up and squealed a little. "What's wrong?" Russia ask, "The seat's really cold!" I laughed nervously, "You can sit on my lap if you want." Russia offered. My face went red, "Uh…o-ok." I hesitated as I bent down, but Russia suddenly pulled me down onto him. My face went even redder. "Better, da?" he smiled innocently. 'He's like a child.' I thought. I nodded my head coyly.
I sat on Russia's lap for about 15 minutes, blushing the entire time, 'I hope I don't feel heavy to him.' I worried. Then an idea came to me, "Hey, you wanna go get some popsicles?" I asked.
"Isn't it a bit cold for popsicles, da?"
"Its never too cold for me!" I grinned.
"Ok then, I'll buy." Russia smiled.
*At the store*
I pulled Russia into the freezer section of the store. I gazed at all the different flavors, "Which one should we get?" I asked with my face pressed up against the glass. "Any flavor is fine with me." he said. I pulled open the glass door and pulled out a 'Blue Raspberry' box, "Lets get this kind!" I said walking to the cashier. "That'll be $3.99." the cashier said. Russia handed him a 5, "Keep the change, da?". I opened the box as we walked out the door, and Russia pulled one popsicle out and opened the wrapper, "Do you want your own or would you like to share?" he asked, "Lets share." I answered. Russia took a lick and then held it to my mouth. I tucked my hair behind my ear and as much of it into my mouth.
-Narrator: Russia-
Trinidad was sucking on the popsicle very seductively. Licking it up and down and swirling her tongue around the tip. Then she grabbed my hand that held the popsicle to control the movements. It made me feel weird to watch her do this, but in a good way, da? I don't know why but it made me… excited. I couldn't help but blush.
-Narrator: Trinidad-
I noticed Russia was blushing a little. My idea was working. I continued to suck on the popsicle, but even more seductively, turning and twisting my head. Then Russia began to push the popsicle for me. I sucked on it harder and moaned sexily. Russia bit his lip and blushed more. The popsicle was almost gone, I was just down to the little amount left on the broad side of the stick. I grabbed his hand again, making him slowly drag the stick along my tongue. As it reached the tip, I curled my tongue as the stick slid off of it. I could see the arousal on Russia's face: heavy breathing, drowsy look in the eyes, and softly blushing.
'Does he have any idea how cute he is?' I thought. "That was delicious!" I giggled innocently. "Yeah…delicious." Russia stared at the bare popsicle stick.
*Later that day*
It was around 8:30 p.m. Russia and I returned to the bench we had sat on earlier. We gazed at the night sky, brightened by the snow. "The sky always seems prettiest when there's snow outside." I said, leaning on Russia's shoulder. "You're right, da?" he agreed. I began to shiver a little. Russia noticed, and I felt him wrapping his scarf around my neck. I looked up at him, "Better, da?" he smiled. I smiled back, "Much better." My eyelids were getting heavy. Leaning on his shoulder was so comforting to me. I decided to close my eyes for just a few minutes.
Next thing I knew, I could feel myself being carried. I looked up and saw Russia. He looked down at me smiling, "You fell asleep." he laughed a little. I blushed. "We're home." Russia said, walking up to the front porch. "You didn't have to carry me, you know?" I said as he let me down. "I know." he said, "But you were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to disturb you, da?" he pinched my cheek. "Oh, th-thank you." I said holding it. I walked up the first step of the porch, making me just a bit taller than him. "Are you gonna come inside?" I asked. "I'm going to pay a little visit to the Baltics. I'll be back later, da?" "Oh..ok." I was a little disappointed. I stared at my feet.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of soft lips gently connect with mine. It was a quick peck, lightly nipping my lips. I looked up to see Russia smiling at me. "Don't be sad, I'll be back." he assured. He turned and walked in the other direction. I ran inside and into my room, diving onto my bed. Pulling out Russia's coat, I covered my face with it and squealed, rolling back and forth. When I removed the coat, there was a big smile spread across my face.
"He kisses so cutely!" I squealed.
I sighed in happiness, 'Oh, Russia. I love you. I love you so much!' I tightly hugged his coat. Tucking it back under my pillow, I rested my head onto it and began to doze back off.
'I love you…'