Im really sorry guys its just, I took the “who’s your hetalia - axis powers husband” test, and every time I took it I got Russia! So I was just in the mood for composição literária a fanfic so here go’s
You searched through the vinyl records that Austria had given you as a gift and picked out your favorito one, you walked over to the record player and turned on a quiet, classical tune. You began to swing, side to side; you closed your eyes and began pretend you were dancing with a partner. The música has a very waltzy feel to it, something you just couldn’t help, but dance to. You began doing fast turns and ballet spins until you lost your balance and crashed down onto the hard wood floor. It wasn’t until then that you noticed Ivan, leaning against the door, watching you. Did he see all of that? You began to wonder as your cheeks became hot. You tried to give a fake smile, but you were frozen. Ivan began to walk towards you, and he picked you up into his arms, cradling you. Your cheeks were on fire. He gently set you down on your feet, música still playing. You expected him to just leave without a word and you would feel like an idiot, but instead, he put one hand on your hip, and the other inside yours, and began swaying side to side.
“I see how you take interest in this.” Ivan whispered into your ear. The música began to get louder, and por the time it came to its final chord, Ivan was spinning you in circles, just as you were doing before with your eyes closed. When the música ended, Ivan’s face was inches away from yours. “You do this often, da?” Ivan asked, “you do it so well.” He suddenly pulled you closer, and locked lips with you. All you could do was smile and say
“Я тебя люблю Иван”
(I amor you ivan)
You searched through the vinyl records that Austria had given you as a gift and picked out your favorito one, you walked over to the record player and turned on a quiet, classical tune. You began to swing, side to side; you closed your eyes and began pretend you were dancing with a partner. The música has a very waltzy feel to it, something you just couldn’t help, but dance to. You began doing fast turns and ballet spins until you lost your balance and crashed down onto the hard wood floor. It wasn’t until then that you noticed Ivan, leaning against the door, watching you. Did he see all of that? You began to wonder as your cheeks became hot. You tried to give a fake smile, but you were frozen. Ivan began to walk towards you, and he picked you up into his arms, cradling you. Your cheeks were on fire. He gently set you down on your feet, música still playing. You expected him to just leave without a word and you would feel like an idiot, but instead, he put one hand on your hip, and the other inside yours, and began swaying side to side.
“I see how you take interest in this.” Ivan whispered into your ear. The música began to get louder, and por the time it came to its final chord, Ivan was spinning you in circles, just as you were doing before with your eyes closed. When the música ended, Ivan’s face was inches away from yours. “You do this often, da?” Ivan asked, “you do it so well.” He suddenly pulled you closer, and locked lips with you. All you could do was smile and say
“Я тебя люблю Иван”
(I amor you ivan)