Snowy Love (RusCan Hetalia Oneshot)

"I need to talk to her..." I thought. "I need to say something..." My cheeks flushed. "This is so wrong. I'm supposed to be RUSSIA! Strong, unloving Russia... Please, let me e wrong..."

Canada was walking quietly, dress lightly bouncing with each step. She was adorned with her best clothing. Canada's dress was red and white striped. It was very poofy and had frills. White, nine-pointed maple leaves were stitched in the bottom left of the dress. Canada wore a red sweater and grey stockings. Her shoes were black and white flats with a bow. Her hair was wavy and loose with a silver maple leaf pinned to the left side. Her curl poked out stubbornly. She was excited for this meeting, for it had to do with her country alone. "Yes! This is my chance to be seen," she thought aloud. Kumarie peered at her strangely. "Why do you want?" "Because, Kamajia, I want to have someone remember me!" "Who?" "Canada." She sighed and gave the polar bear a withered look. "It's the one who smells like sweet vodka." Marguerite stopped dead in her tracks. Her cheeks sweltered and she spoke in quick French. "Mon dieu! Non, non.... Je n'adore la Russe..." "Oui, you do." Canada pushed her glasses in and closed her eyes. Her expression was shaky and embarrassed. "Merci Dieu... France wasn't here to..." She shuddered at the thought.

Meg wanted to cry. The meeting went horribly. After a fantastic presentation she gave about important influences Canada has, America butted in and took away her spotlight. Nobody seemed to care, especially Russia, who seemed distracted with the entire meeting. "What did I do wrong, Kuma?" Kumarie sighed and drew circles with her claw. "Not your fault." Canada sat in a corner and hugged her knees. Tears threatened to ruin her makeup and she tried to shake them away. Meg was alerted, however, by a hand touching her sweater sleeve. She looked up to meet another pair of eyes, these a deep violet. They were sympathetic and filled with emotion, which Canada was shocked at. The expression on the face in front of her was gentle and compassionate. It looked foreign. "Russia... Is that y-you?" "Please, call me Anya, да?" She was shocked at Russia's composure and friendliness. Russia extended a hand, which Canada gratefully took and she stood up, smoothing her dress. "About the meeting, I am very sorry. I was a bit distracted by y-...." Russia's cheeks became tinted with pink. Did she just BLUSH? Canada felt her own cheeks burn. "It's because... Well... Marguerite I..." "Y-yes Anya?"

Russia's eyes watered at the pair of lavender ones in front of her. So beautiful... Russia couldn't hold it anymore. A full blush erupted from her cheeks. She felt herself lean in to the Canadian. Meg kissed her first, gentle and respecting. As soon as Anya responded, however, Canada's disposition changed. Her lips became full of passion and Russia struggled to remain dominant. They kissed in a steady pattern until Canada became bold enough to flick her tongue out, running her tongue against Russia's. Anya responded with a feverish moan and kissed back harder. Russia's hands flew out to run her fingers through Canada's hair. Her heart beat faster by the moment. After more passionate kissing, Meg released gently and gasped. Russia was also panting and was shocked at the girl's passion. "Je t'adore. Je t'adorerai pour toujours." Russia smiled, knowing the meaning behind her words. "I... Love you too." Their fingers interlaced and Canada embraced Russia. Canada, her breasts being a whole size bigger than Russia's, pressed against her chest. The honey blonde hair rested on the strong Russian shoulder. Just as Meg was about to fall asleep, Kumarie spoke innocently. "What's-her-name had a crush on you for a long time. Be nice." She then padded off. Russia smiled and said "Peace at last... Snowy love."