Aftermath Plans || Amerus / Rusame

Chapter Two

Finnish milkshakes were the worst milkshakes Russia has ever had.
..or maybe it was because how intensely he was getting stared at.

May 19th 1965, Helsinki

Since he slid down the scarf that was hiding his face, to take a sip from his drink, everyone in the room had turned to 'secretly' watch him.

It wasn't anything new.

It shouldn't be.

Whenever he had the little privilage to get out of his room, even littlest privilage if it was out of the mansion, everyone told him how handsome he was.
Gorgeous, if you were into men.
It didn't surprise Russia by any means-his genes were perfect to begin with. There shouldn't be anything ugly coming out of Soviet's bloodline. But there was slight changes altering him from his father, what he thought belonged to his late mother, which made people stare at him more than usual.

..or maybe it wasn't the differences, maybe it was because they were used to Soviet's looks but wasn't to Russia's-since he didn't get out as much. But Russia didn't want to think someone else was more handsome or more gorgeous than him. It just didn't feel right.

He looked basic at first. Nothing unique. When he hid a part of his face, or simply looked away; he looked like most of the humans sitting in a normal cafeteria, leaving their work for a little sip of coffee.

His hair was in a light brown color, not too dark but not too light either. It fell to his back now, right below his shoulderblades. It was a normal brown, it wasn't anything too unique, it made him look like a human. It was true that he had gotten the short stick out of his siblings-Ukraine had beatiful blonde hair and Belarus had an unique ginger- but he didn't mind. Brown made his eyes pop out more.
And his eyes-they were the most mesmerising feature Russia carried, as told by everyone else.
Upon first look it looked like a disinterested gray as he eyed the people around him. If someone was interested enough to look at his face again-which they would, because people had a natural pull to something that reminded them of god-they would see it wasn't truly gray. Little specks of green had carried themselves there, as if trees were camouflaging themselves behind the gray storm.
It was such a light green that human eyes couldnt comprehend anything but gray at first. But once you saw the green, as if a spell broken, you couldn't see the gray anymore. It was mesmerising, it was unique, and it was something Russia carried with pride, like everything he had. His hair was made to hide him. His eyes were made to hypnotise people. His lips were made for kissing, made for giving orders to people, made for worshipping.

He loved getting compliments, he loved making people question themselves. The way he did it was through the element of surprise.
Because when people see a speck of brown hair or a buff body they would always expect something ordinary. Ugly, maybe. Not interesting to look at by any means. But when they noticed the features fully, they would stare, stare and stare. Frankly, if he was a blond or a ginger people would know what they were expecting. People would ready themselves for something beautiful or something belonging to only one kind of person-getting someone alerted would make surprising them harder.
He had a feeling his father did the same. Although he didn't need to hide and surprise people to get what he wanted, he used it to draw people with his handsomeness and crush them with his commands. Keep them around, with both beauty and orders.
So yeah, surprise was used a lot, even if it wasn't seemed necessary. But it was the easy way out. To keep someone around. Since Russia liked to be in the shadows, he used it a lot.
And getting someone by surprise helped a lot when you wanted something.

Like this.

"Excuse me dear." He muttered to a waitress, who was openly gawking at him for at least a minute now. When she looked around in surprise Russia shook his head, beckoning her closer with his finger.