The Lonely Sunflower (Hetalia Russia Story)

Smile

The next day, all the major nations set out to France for the World Meeting. Why the meeting was held was simply to discuss the economy and what they could do to try and improve. Of course, in these times of meetings nothing ever got done because of the constant bickering and arguing. Yet, they still manage to attempt to hold a meeting in hopes of getting something done. Why they did that and what motivated them to do so was beyond anyone's knowledge.

Ivan arrived at the place in which the meeting was held with fifteen minutes to spare. He was never the first to arrive and he was never the last to arrive. So, being there early but not explicitly early wasn't a surprise. It was normal for him and he didn't think much about it.

The Russian stopped at the front door of the building and looked up. This was going to be the first time he actually looked forward to going into one of these meetings. Yes, he had enjoyed them in the past, but now he was going to be able to enjoy it with someone. Now he wasn't going to be alone. He was going to have friends who are willing to speak with him and stay with him and sit with him. Wow. That thought of such things just warmed Ivan's heart.

"Yo, Ivan!" Ivan stopped midway into the front doors as a cheery American sprinted up to him.

"Privet, Alfred." The Russian greeted with a small wave of the hand. Alfred smiled up at the man and nodded his head into the building.

"Let's go! The quicker we get in there the faster it'll be over." The American let out an obnoxious laugh and began to skip slightly inside. "This meeting is cutting into my lunch time!"

Ivan watched Alfred laugh happily and slowly disappear down the hall. The American kept looking back and motioning for him to follow, beaming as he did so. That friendly smile. It was meant for him. A friend. That smile was only given to friends and seeing how it was flashed directly at him, Ivan couldn't help but smile even more.

"You better get going, or he'll never shut up." The voice of a grumpy Briton came up behind him and was soon followed by a nudge of the arm by a Frenchman. Ivan turned to see Francis and Arthur walking inside, side by side. Arthur wore his usual frown and was scoffing at Alfred's idiotic behavior (he could still be seen laughing to himself down the hall). Francis was smiling his usual sweet grin, trying to interlock his fingers with Arthur's hand.

"Are you coming, Ivan?" Francis questioned, managing to grasp Arthur's hand in which the Englishman reluctantly acknowledged. "We'll save you a seat beside us."

"We'll save you a seat between Alfred and I so he can stop bugging us." Arthur muttered under his breath, eyebrows furrowing. He didn't mean for it to sound insensitive or just him using Ivan, it was his way of being friendly. He just didn't show it that well. Ivan took note of that, picking out the attempted friendliness. It was nice to know he had a place at the table instead of just sitting and surveying.

"Okay! Spasibo." Ivan said, returning the smile. "I'm coming."

Francis nodded and began to make his way down the hall, hand swinging Arthur's slightly. Arthur muttered something bitterly over to Francis, yanking his hand out of his grip. That remark was followed by a flip of the hair and off the two went arguing once again. Ivan chuckled under his breath at the sight of the bickering couple. Why did the littlest things like this cause him to be so happy? He didn't know... All he knew was that this day was starting out great. This was a new day. A new day in which he would make amends and become a new person.

"Ivan!" The Russian's ears perked up yet again at the voice of another friend. He turned around to see Toris sprinting towards him with a happy smile. His brown hair was tied back neatly, making his bright smile more noticeable. "How are you doing?"