You probably would’ve died from embarrassment if you had to meet those violet eyes.
But fate or the willpower of an extremely determined man brought the two of you together.
It was a feeling that was nearly agonizingly painful to you, and made the hair on your back stand up. He walked up the stairs calling his nickname for you at sporadic intervals. But in truth the teddy bear in the relationship was Russia. And usually in those late home arrivals he looked so worn out and tired. You were in Russia's bed, his arms wrapped around you waist.
‘I’m going to have to wash them’ ~~~~~~~~~~Time skip Da? He peered into your shared bedroom, “Moy solnechnyy svet? His face would show a dull expression, but for some reason every time he saw you he would show you the tiniest of smiles even if he was exhausted. He always did this, he always held you like a teddy bear.
Not seeing anyone you brought the flower in and put them in a vase of water.
You had gotten dozens of sunflowers over the next month, finding on your porch every morning. You turned my heart into what I thought was a barren wasteland into a field of beautiful sunflowers.
You rubbed your feet desperately against it in a feeble attempt to remove the dirt that snuck into your shoes and stuck to your feet. You were in Russia's bed, his arms wrapped around you waist.
You shuddered at the feeling of the rug rubbing against your feet. He always did this, he always held you like a teddy bear.
You curled up on the couch holding the blossom of the first sunflower that you first got, which you had pressed in some poetry book that you had gotten as a gift from England.
Landing in your hair and sticking into your lip chap. You started trying to spit out the fluff sticking to your chap stick.
You saw who it was; it was Russia, a country you really hadn’t talked to.
“Yes.” You snapped out of your flashback when you reached the large door to your shared mansion.
You slipped off your shoes and stepped onto the rug in the entrance.
How his hair glimmered with gems of gold and silver, which framed the ores of lavender peer out from both sides of his nose.