Male!Belarus x Reader .:Poems for You:.

.:A Poem for You:.

  

          The sun shined down on your (h/c) hair as you leaned against a light oak tree, it's leaves slightly shading you as you flipped open to a new page on your jounal.

          "Now, how to write this.." You pondered to yourself as you tapped your pencil on the front of the paper. You wrre trying to write to your loving, and slightly obsessive boyfriend. You closed your (e/c) eyes as you tried to focus your thoughts.

          'Love. Something about love. Love is.. Interesting, yeah, interesting. But how..? How is love interesting in a way? Is it the kiss? The embraces? The slight touches that mean so much to you than it should be? Ah, what a beautiful thing. Love... Love...-'

          "'Ya know, sitting here like that can make it so easy for someone to mug you."

          You're eyes shot wide open as you realized who rudely interrupted you.

          "Nik, you know, I'm trying go focus, and I really find it unlikely to get mugged here out of all areas." You said, irritated, but still happy to see him noneoftheless. waving around at the oublic park where mothers sat on the bench as children went swinging around the monkey bars and swings. The platinum blond sat beside you, his light jacket brushing right against your bare skin. You turned your head to get a better look at him, as you kept your gaze on the jounal.

          However, his gaze was locked on the blank sheet, some little doodles of flowers here and there scattered across the paper from earlier as you tried to think of something to write, but the words didn't seem to cooperate with you.

          "What are you planning on writing?" He said, his voice monotone, as always, as he looked up at you, and as you met his gaze, you both stared, almost as if we were something of a rare gem at a museum. It must've been about a while before you could find the strength to look away. His eyes were like a deep, beautiful cave. The deeper you go in, the more secrets to be revealed. He scooted a little closer to you, his jacket now fully covering up most of your right arm, and the warmth made you smile as you leaned your head on his shoulder. You could feel him tense at the action, but, like always, settle in the warmth that you gave off.

          "To be honest, I really don't know what to write.." You said, twirling your pencil with your hand as your free hand found his and intertwined it with his. You could feel hin smile as he leaned closer to you. "Just think, is there anything that you've wanted to write lately?" He questioned, looking over at your form, your hair set loosely around your shoulders.

          "Love." You said, dumbly. You instinctively regretted saying that as you hid yourself in your arms, a pink blush making its way toward you. You were suddenly surprised when you heard a chuckle coming from his mouth as he let go of your hand. The coldness of the air made your hand slightly colder, and you wondered why he let go. As you stared up, your eyes were amazed.

          The sun was beautifuly lightening up Nikolai's already white hair, making it look like the clouds. His air was slightly swaying from the gentle breeze as he looked down at you, a small, rare smile appearing on his face as he geld out his hand, the the sun shimmering down on his gloves as he looked lovingly at you, an action that tugged at your heart.

          "Let's go home." Your boyfriend of five years said, lovingly. And at that moment, you realized that you didn't need to make him a poem for him, for actions were enough to show that you will always, and I mean always, love him.

          "Okay."