"Hello, _____," Ivan said cheerfully. "It is a beautiful day, da?"
"It is a rather beautiful day," you mused. "So, how's it going, Ivan?"
"Things have been going fine. Things have been going fine for you too, da?" Ivan said. You nodded with a light blush, and Ivan's smile grew a bit wider.
'Alright, it's now or never, _____!'
"Hey, Ivan, can I tell you something?"
"Umm..." you started to fumble with your hands. 'Dear whoever rules over my fate or destiny or whatever it's called, please please PLEASE let me pronounce this right!' you prayed inside your head.
You took a deep breath to calm your now racing heart as Ivan's curious purple orbs gazed at you expectantly.
"Ya lyublyu vashu cherepakhu!"
'Oh crap, did I say it wrong?!'
You were surprised when Ivan
The world meeting was, as always, incredibly loud and somewhat annoying. Germany had given up hope in getting some sense to the people. Your (e/c) eyes wandered around the room and you couldn't help but feel slightly amused.
In what other meeting would there be a man making pasta, one is sleeping, two are fighting for God-knows-what reasons and everyone else were shouting to get their voice heard.
Though soon you noticed that you weren't the only one amused by this comical scene. Russia, also known as Ivan Braginski, had a small child-like smile on his face. He was completely relaxed, leaning back in his chair, watching as the chaos before him continued to expand.
He must have felt you eyes on him because soon he locked his gaze to you. His small smile widened to something quite creepy looking and you nervously smi