I hadn't visited brother in a long time, ever since we decided to take our own way, so to be here with him now was really pleasant... too bad he had to work. I woke up not so early and enjoyed the feeling of having the house all to myself.
After brunch and a warm bath I decided I could go and enjoy the gifts of winter that I hadn't enjoyed for a few years. I picked up my skates and left him a note, while exiting the house in the search of the lake I used to ice skate when I was younger.
Soon I arrived to the frozen lake of my memories, put on my dusty skates and hoped not to fall... that many times. Uncertain of my movements I started to slide slowly over the ice, feeling the blade cutting through the surface of the ice cloak. In an instant I was in the middle of the lake, sensing how my brain and muscles started to remember all the intricate and self-made routines I once practiced.
Closing my eyes I left my body go back to those times when I had been one with ice... Then I heard claps, and opened my eyes, surprised to see a tall man with platinum blond hair and purple eyes; he stared at me, smiling like a child.
- Hi... Those were some good movements... almost like ballet- he said with that same smile.
- Thank you... I wasn't aware someone was watching me- I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed.
- I had never seen you around- he said now walking over the ice.
- I'm just visiting my brother- I said quietly.
- Then let me introduce myself, da? I'm Ivan Braginski- He stopped right in front of me, looking even taller than before.
- I-I'm ______ ________- he then surprised me, taking my gloved hand into his own, kissing it like those old gentleman in movies.
- It's more than a pleasure to meet you- he smiled again- Would you like to come to my house? - He said still holding my hand.
- I don't think that's right...- I whispered.
- No one will ever know- he smiled again, but this time it seemed a little scary.
His eyes where burning through my body, waiting for an answer... lucky for me, the very known figure of my brother appeared behind him, his expression a mix of anger and fear. His olive eyes then stared at my hand trapped into Ivan's, and that's when I heard him scream "RUSSIA, get your hands of my sister!"
Note: Can you guess who is the brother?
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-100 Theme Challenge- Hetalia! {APH various - reader insert}
FanfictionA compendium of small stories with different themes and characters, all inspired by the word in the title and the effect that word caused on my brain.
