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🇷🇺x🇨🇵 Dancing in the rain Russia x France

This one belongs to "Pretty words sinful secrets" and I love it.
Oh yeah, let me quote my friend and give you all warnings you need:

"You are setting expectations for real life too high"
"You better give a warning or else we're gonna have an epidemic of loneliness"
"It never hurt more to be single"
So be warned, I am apparently setting expectations too high and hurting her with tge fluff I write, but she's also a drama queen and desperate so... decide for yourself.
And just so it is said she really said exactly that after reading it I'm not making this up.
Anyways, have fun reading!
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"Come on!" France exclaimed as she tugged her lover along through the long empty hallways of his workplace.
"But France, my work!-" He tried to protest, but was swiftly silenced by her.

"None of that, look outside!" She gestured towards the windows they were passing. Rain was pouring outside,  making the late afternoon seem even darker than it already was.
"Yeah, the weather's awful, it's raining buckets out there!" Russia complained. He didn't strain against her hold on his wrist however and just allowed her to pull him along.

"Oh shut up! Did you never play in the rain as a child?" She countered quickly, not at all taking his objections to her plan seriously.

"There was in fact only ever snow when I was younger..." Russia mumbled.

"Shut your mouth and stop thinking about work for half an hour will you? I want to dance in the rain with you!" She suddenly stopped in her tracks and almost made him bump into her. That finally seemed to silence Russia's protests, he didn't expect the small outburst directed at him at all. France was usually at least a little bit more patient with him than this. She sighed deeply and pulled her lover close with an arm wrapped around his waist, their intertwined hands between their chests. A deep scarlet blush immediately invaded Russia's cheeks and managed to climb up to the tips of his ears before he could stop it.

"Can you really not take some time off from your work to have a break and dance in the rain with your lover?" He felt like she looked straight into his soul as she asked that and he knew that she had to have known what that did to him, that he was left without a choice now. So he surrendered.

"I'll always have time for you... whether that be you needing my help in saving the world, or just you wanting to dance in the rain." Their foreheads touched as he leaned down and cupped her cheek with his free hand.

"Just let me go take off my watch and lock my office door real quick." He whispered.
"You better be fast loverboy, I'm an impatient woman..." She chuckled. They shared a small and short, but oh so delicate and intimate kiss. It made Russia's lips tingle and stomach flutter with butterflies. France's face now had a red tint of its own to match Russia's.

"I'll meet you by the door then..."
"I won't take long... Don't wanna let my impatient woman wait..."

Panic. That was the best way to describe Russia's hectic search in his office right now. What was he searching for? The little black box that held the engagement ring he'd gotten France months ago. After another minute of frantically opening and closing drawers and flipping random stacks of papers he finally found it. Once he had it in his hand he looked at it one last time before putting it in his blazer's pocket and actually taking off his watch and locking it away with his phone. Then he ran down the hallways, ignoring every questioning look he got from employees or other staff.

"You sure took your sweet time to get here mister 'I don't want to let my impatient woman wait'." France teased him as he got to her, completely out of breath. He thought to himself that he definitely had to start exercising again. She had let her hair down and took her warm jacket off. Well no point in dancing in the rain if you can't feel the rain he guessed. Anyway she looked stunning, a bit messy but oh so perfect like that.

He ended up just giving her a lopsided smile and distracting from that comment.

"Didn't you want to get out there fast and not complain?" First she looked a bit surprised, then just took his hand and ran outside with him in tow. And as they ran through the rain they gradually slowed down and started to twirl around one another and get into a rhythm of their own. They danced around one another in the silent parking lot, only the sound of the rain and their own little melody that no one else could hear accompanied them.
And as time ticked on, the rain continued to flow down from the heavens above them, like a blessing to their luck, a shield that deterred anyone from disturbing their moment.

France couldn't help but notice how he looked so relieved to have this break from work and how cute he was looking all disheveled with his clothes wet and hair sticking to his forehead.
Meanwhile Russia also couldn't help but notice how she still looked oh so pretty, even with her dress soaking wet and long hair sticking to her skin like glue.

As he guided her body along into the next few twirls he made sure to be a bit rough and give her more momentum than she actually needed. His plan worked perfectly. It took her a few seconds to stop spinning and compose herself when he let her go. When she turned to voice her confusion about the sudden change in his demeanor, she was met with a sight that made her take a step back and gasp.

Russia had gotten down on one knee, conveniently right in the middle of a puddle, and was holding the little ring box up to her. A sparkling little silver ring inside, three stones embedded into it, one red, one white, one blue, their colours. She pulled her hands up to cover her gaping mouth, as it hung open in shock at the sudden proposal.

"France." Russia started, quite unsure in his words still.
"I have never met a woman on this entire planet that was able to make me even remotely as happy as you have." He was slowly but surely gathering up courage.

"And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, as I could not imagine another by my side. So, France, love, will you honor me with your hand in marriage?" He internally cringed at how weird it sounded when he said it out loud like that, but patiently waited for her answer anyway.

"Yes! I- how, how long have you been planning this, Russ I-" She broke off her rambling as she took his hands in her own and inspected the little ring. Russia on the other hand felt like that deep breath of air was the best one he ever took in his life.

"How long have you been planning this, dear?"
"If you mean this proposal, for about ten minutes, if you mean proposing to you, almost a year now." Russia took the shiny little ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger, then placed a kiss on the back of her hand. When his lips left her hand, she grabbed his face and pulled him into a long and deep kiss. Filled with emotion as their lips moved against each other and they completely forgot their surroundings. All seemed unimportant now, as in this moment, only they mattered to each other.