China fidgeted in the arms of Russia. In theory, it is high time for him to get used to it. They are friends, embraces are peculiar to friends. But when he found himself in the ring of Ivan's big hands, his cheeks involuntarily blushed. Such a simple action in the performance of Russia was not at all friendly. He immediately thinks of a small Rus, who was hiding in China's tent from the Horde, and then gently cuddled and clasped his thin almost maiden waist.
I could be his father, Wang thought indignantly, but this thought did not help at all. This thought simply flew to the background when Russia's hands touched him again.
"What are you thinking about, China?" A whisper in the ear, makes him blush even more. It seemed that it was impossible for him to blush more.
"R-Russia, maybe it's enough, ah-aru? " Muttered Wang. "It's very embarrassing."
The answer was a quiet laugh, and China's back was pressed closer to Russia.
"No, I like hugging you. You're so fragile."
The lips of the Russian moved farther from the ear, hooked the temple and stopped on the cheek, giving a gentle kiss. China realised that it had lost. A long time ago.
"I will not let you go."
"You know what, Ivan ... don't let go."