The day in America was great. Ivan learnt a lot about the concepts of hanging out with someone. It was a first-- hanging out that is. Spending time with friends, or just people in general, wasn't something to his knowledge. Spending time with himself, yes, but spending time with others, that was a no. But, he was glad he managed to learn how to do that with Alfred.
About two days after his encounter with Alfred, Ivan decided to move onto the next person he was going to apologise to. The Russian decided to go visit the nicer people whom he believed to be the most forgiving. Of course, Alfred was a clueless start, but how that went, Ivan wanted the next time to be just like that. So, two days later, he set off to France.
Ivan knew Francis would be kind to him, or at least he hoped he would. He never heard any word of the Frenchman being harsh or inconsiderate to anyone (well, maybe Arthur put in a few of those words but his opinions on Francis don't count). Maybe he would be kind and forgiving like how Alfred was. When you think about it, they're hearts and ways of thinking were pretty similar. Both were optimistic and generally kind. Both were humble and never seemed to have anyone dislike them for who they were personally (again, counting out Arthur). Ivan nodded to himself as those thoughts wrapped around his mind. Yes, Francis was a good person to speak with next.
It was different atmosphere from the United States. The buildings around weren't nearly as big as the skyscrapers near Alfred's house, and it seemed to have a much more comfortable, nostalgic mood to it. It didn't seem to have that modern feel; the environment still had the feel of the past. The people walking around had a much more friendly attitude, more welcoming than the Americans. Ivan smiled as he observed the area. Soon, he found himself walking up to the Frenchman's wooden front door.
He took a deep breath and raised his gloved hand to knock softly at the door. How would he be greeted? It made him wonder how Francis would open up. Would he invite him in? Or would they just speak from the inside out. You never know.
Suddenly, the soft shuffling of footsteps were heard from behind the slab of wood and the click of a lock. The door slowly opened to reveal a calm looking man with freshly brushed blonde hair.
"Hm? Ivan?" Francis questioned with arched eyebrows. He wore a simple, loosely buttoned long sleeved shirt and ordinary pants. It would appear that he hadn't really dressed to go outside today, more like he had just woken up.
"Privet, Francis." Ivan greeted softly with a tiny smile. He never really had any significant relations with the Frenchman. The two never had one-on-one conversations or time together so any words exchanged in the past were few. Francis looked up at the larger man with a look of confusion and wonder.
"What are you doing here?" Francis questioned in a relaxed manner. Ivan was grateful that he wasn't giving him suspicious looks, as did Alfred. The way things were going and how Francis responded made Ivan feel a little more confident about how it would go about. However, this slim ray of confidence was soon shattered when another voice came from the house.
"Who is it? I swear to God, if it is another one of your bloody wine deliverers. You have loads already in the sellers--"
Ivan sighed as he saw Arthur come into few from behind Francis. He, too, was in casual clothing and could appear to have just gotten out of bed. The Brit's impatient expression suddenly turned into a hateful glare towards the Russian.
"Privet, Arthur." Ivan greeted as Arthur opened his mouth to say something. Oh, now this might put a damper on things. Arthur was, and always seemed to be, the complete opposite of the American and Frenchman.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?!" Arthur exclaimed, aghast. He shoved Francis to the side to get a better glare up at Ivan. "Did you come here to threaten and hurt us?! Well that would be a huge cock up for you. Don't you dare try to lay a single bloody finger on us. Did you think it was a brilliant idea to take us on in bright daylight and out of no where? If so, then sod off, will you?! Your pathetic Russian tactics do not intimidate me! May I remind you, for I doubt your ignorant mind could comprehend this massive amount of useful information, that I was a former pirate? Therefore, I will not hesitate to shove my foot up your sorry arse. I will shove it up there so hard, you'll start to chunder rubbish! So don't you dare even ponder the thought of trying to mess with me, or this frog!"
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The Lonely Sunflower (Hetalia Russia Story)
Fanfiction[ COMPLETED ] This is a story about the strong country, Russia. Behind his always cheerful smile, hides a broken country just waiting to be accepted by others. His dreams of having friends and a loving family seem impossible to reach. Will Russia ev...
