You smiled at Russia, who had caught your eye in the cafe all the nations were at.
He walked over to you, and you were bouncing up and down in your seat in anticipation.
"Calm down, you git, you'll fall out of your...." You fell out of your seat cutting off England's predicting sentence. "I need a drink."
Your blonde hair was in a mess and covering your green eyes. You noticed your coffee was still on the table, but you weren't on the floor. In fact two pairs of large muscular arms were wrapped around you, preventing you from crashing onto the marble floor.
Your gaze drifted up and met the childish stare of Russia.
"Oh, th-thank you, Russia." You stammered, nervous to be so close to your crush, yet excited at the same time.
"Da." Suddenly his soft lips were on yours. I guess falling down has it's perks.
(sorry that it's so short, and sucky, and that I haven't written in forever lol writer's block)
