One thing has always been clear about Russia and America: They hated each other. It was no surprise; after all, their parents had despised each other, so naturally, their children would hate each other as well.
Russia and America had just gotten ou...
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The right way to use a bow and arrow.
By the way, I started a new book titled "Ask the Balkans," in which you can comment a question, dare, etc for the Balkans, and I write about it. It is not connected to this book, but feel free to check it out still.
Fun fact: If you're part of LGBTQIA+, you can truthfully say you're wanted in 73 countries.
I'm also wanted in 73 countries, but not just for that reason (For legal reasons this is a joke).
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-*Russia's POV*-
Once the four of them got to the restaurant, they looked around the area in an attempt to find Finland and Estonia. Although, after searching for a bit, they concluded that they hadn't yet arrived, and instead they decided to wait for them at the table.
"You know, Uki," Russia said once they had sat down, "You didn't need to announce that so dramatically. You could've just suggested that we went today."
Ukraine just shrugged, looking slightly proud. It was obvious that she had always enjoyed being overly dramatic, even when they were children.
They sat in an awkward silence for a few moments until Russia suddenly picked up a menu. "Should we order appetizers....?" he asked the others, who looked equally unsure.
"Sure, I guess. Fin and Esti should be here soon." Ukraine said, looking down at her phone.
Just as she had predicted, not even a second later, Estonia walked into the restaurant, followed by a confused looking Finland.
"Esti, why are you acting so weird? We're been on tons of dates before, so why didn't you tell me we were going out for dinner? I was scared something bad had happened, judging by how urgent you seemed." He said compassionately, sounding worried.
Clearly, neither of them had yet realized the four countries who were watching them from afar, waving at the couple to join them.
Estonia smiled at him lovingly for his consideration and went on her tip-toes in an attempt to peck her boyfriend on the cheek. Although, she frowned, remembered she was still too short.
Finland chucked and leaned down, allowing her to deliver a light kiss on his cheek.
Watching this exchange occur, America shook his head in mock annoyance and looked at Russia. "This could be us, but you're just playing." He joked instinctively, forgetting Canada and Ukraine were there.
Ukraine just sighed. "You two honestly can't expect me to believe you aren't dating." She muttered, exasperated at how painfully obvious it was they were falling for each other.
"Me? No!" Russia scoffed, his face tinted slightly red, although just enough to notice it. "He's is the one who is painfully in love with me!"
