Russia’s Little Sunflower
This was your first time in your entire life that you have ever been to Moscow, and the first time you’ve been in Russia.
Then why were you here you ask? Well, it was simply because one of your friends, Ivan Braginski, invited you over for a visit. You simply couldn’t say no because, well, what are friends for right?
Following the instructions scrawled on a small piece of crumpled up paper, you found what you thought was Russia’s house. It was currently snowing, and the small foundation looked very welcoming to you. The snow made the setting look quite serene if you might add.
Because you’ve never been to Russia before, you hadn’t taken the necessary precautions to deal with the cold weather. All you had on was a [Fav Color] overcoat, and some jeans. You really had underestimated the weather.
Gathering the amount of courage you had, you knocked on the door in 3 consecutive short taps. You didn’t have to wait long until the door opened and you were greeted by Russia himself and his usual smile.
“Welcome, I hope you found the place easily, da?”
“Y-Yeah…thanks for inviting me,” you replied, trying to keep your teeth from chattering.
As he led you inside, he offered you a spot on the couch which you gladly took. He instead entered the kitchen, bringing two cups filled with what looked like tea.
Handing you one of the cups, you gratefully accepted it with a small ‘Thanks’. He nodded.
For a few seconds you two just sat there, without a single word exchange. The silence was getting a bit awkward, and you hoped it would help if you took a sip of the tea instead.
“So…why’d you invite me over Ivan?” you asked nervously, finally attempting some sort of conversation with the country.
“It’s a bit lonely with just me here, and since you’re a really good friend of mine, I thought you’d be free. You busy, da?”
“N-No not at all! I was just a bit um…surprised. Of course, I’m not sure if I’d be the best person to hang out with,” you laughed nervously, adjusting the hot tea on your lap.
He just smiled, and answered, “I think you’d be a good person to talk to [Name].”
Cue second awkward silence.
You didn’t know exactly what to say. Russia thought you’d be a good person to socialize with? You had always thought that Ivan was on a different level that you. He was one of those mysterious people that you wanted to know better, and thus you two become friends; at least in your eyes.
“How do you like Russia so far?” this time, Russia attempted the conversation.
“It’s very nice! I hope to be able to see more during my stay here…but um…the weather…” you shivered slightly.
As soon as he catches sight of your shivering, he scoots over closer to you and unravels one end of his scarf. He then goes to wrap it around your neck.
Your face now rivals a certain Spaniard’s tomatoes.
“The weather is very cold here [Name], sorry I forgot to warn you…” he mumbled softly.
“O-Oh it’s alright!” you said waving your arms desperately, “Um…thank you Ivan for the…scarf…”
“It’s nothing, later today we can go out and I’ll show you some nice places in Russia, da?”
The warmth of Russia next to you and his scarf wrapped tightly around your neck makes you feel slightly better. Your shivering stops, though you’re extremely embarrassed. Your mind suddenly goes on high alert and notes all the places where you’re touching Russia.
In your hyperactive frenzy, you don’t notice Russia staring silently at you. When you do lift up your head however, you squeak out, “I-Is something the matter?”
Ivan shakes his head then goes back to smiling at you, “It’s just that you remind me of my favorite sunflowers da.”
You flush again. Was he complimenting you?
“You’re smile is warm and brightens my day, and you look as pretty as a sunflower da.”
Again, you blush even harder than before if that was even humanly possible.
“T-Thank you R-Russia…I-I uh…”
“[Name]…I like you… a lot.”
The words reach your ears, but it takes a while for your mind to finally process that Russia, the Ivan Braginski, just confessed to you.
Two words. Mind blown.
“[Name]? Do you like me back, da?”
You realize how important this was to him, and if you kept your frozen stature and mouth shut he’d take it as a rejection. You didn’t want him to think that.
Gathering up your remaining courage, you lean up to give him a small peck on the cheek with your cheeks resembling a tomato.
Then you whisper softly in his ear-