Dancing on Glass- Russian Empire- Countryhumans

Violins

I listen to music played by my feelings

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"Bring me home!?" [Name] asked, quite loudly at the shock brought to her by the sudden suggestion of the country in front of her. [Name] looked off to the side, bringing a finger up to her lips, then looking back at Russian Empire. "It's fine! you dont need to! I can go by myself..."

"Heavens no! It's from me. Take it as a... uh..."
Russian Empire held his chin, wondering what could he use as a reason this time? Then he got it, he looked at [Name] in the eye and a smile played on his lips.

"Take it as a token for your hard work,"

[Name] looked taken aback, as if wondering: 'What hard work?' Russian Empire noticed the look then whispered

"You were amazing during Swan Lake,

[Name]'s eyes widened at the mention of the performance a few days earlier, and though he already mentioned that to her a few hours before, she still felt flattered. "Thank you" she barely got out.

"So, shall we go?"
Russian Empire held out his hand towards [Name], [Name], in turn, looked quite hesitant as if Russian Empire's time would be wasted by her. Russian Empire, yet again, noticed her reluctance and took her hand. [Name]'s eyes widened a bit more but didn't protest. Of course, who would deny the Tsar?

Russian Empire led [Name] through the same hallways, past the same paintings, into the chandelier lit entrance, now almost empty with the exception of little girls waiting for their parents and butlers and maids tending to the remaining students. [Name] looked around and smiled, seeing two young girls who mirrored her and Anastasia playing a game and telling stories, as they passed them, [Name] heard them telling a story.

"And then the princess was captured after her last kiss with the prince!-"

[Name] heard this, and her heart filled with joy from memories of telling the same stories to Anastasia when they were younger. But her eavesdropping was cut short as Russian Empire's long strides pulled her towards the exit door. As they pushed open the polished wooden doors, they were greeted with a dark blue sky mixed with orange undertones, the moon peeking from over a roof. It was quite cold, but it's Russia.

He led her towards a small area beside the stairs leading up towards the door. [Name] looked and saw a black car, two large wheels on either side of it. A fairly young man noticed the pair standing by the bottom of the white painted stairs, his brown eyes widened, and he put his cigar down. He scrambled to the door and bowed at Russian Empire.

"Good evening, Your Greatness. How has your day been?"

He said as Russian Empire walked towards him, [Name] slowly stalking behind him. Russian Empire looked at him and then nodded.

"It's been good, thank you. Ludwig"

[Name] raised her brow at his name. It was very... German, to say the least. Ludwig opened the door, and Russian Empire climbed in. [Name] stood near the door. The russian stared at her expectantly, and when she finally noticed his confused look, she climbed in herself, barely enough space for one more.

Ludwig ran up to the front and started the car. It sounded like it wheezed before the engine started to sound more normal. After a few seconds, they were off on the road, and different buildings passed by them. [Name] sat with Russian Empire in silence for a few minutes when the man piped up, his voice urgent.

"I almost forgot! Where do you live маленькая танцовщица?"

Russian Empire asked, a chuckle vibrated within his throat, exiting his mouth in a melodic way. [Name] laughed too, her laugh unsteady and fading before it raised in volume, then trailed off again. She pressed her finger up to her lips for a few seconds, brows knitted, and eyes focused on the ground before she snapped her fingers and looked up.