Guess What?

Fuck

God fucking damn it Russ. This idiot had run in this icy park. He seemed to fail realising that you don't run when there's ice on the ground.

I had shouted at him but he didn't hear me until I had shouted in Russia. God this was going to be fun. His head was bleeding. Not life threatening or very dangerously but bleeding nonetheless.

I helped him to sit on his knees for now. I grabbed his face turning it to face me, to see where he was bleeding from. There was a cut just above his left eyebrow. I pressed it with my finger earning a loud 'ow' from him. I looked at him trying to decide if he could walk. Maybe waiting until his head ache would stop and he could communicate with me would be wise.

I was holding his shoulder, just in case he would lose his balance. "You might as well tell me why you shouted at me to 'stop'", my voice was calm, as I was trying to hide the concern. He didn't seem so catch what I was asking so I asked the same, in Russia this time. He looked like at me and opened his mouth to answer but grapped his head, wincing in pain.

We sat there for a good five minutes before he was able to talk normally. "Can you walk?" he looked at me disappointed. "What?" I snarled at him. "Можете ли вы говорить по-русски?" I was surprised but scoffed. "You can understand me perfectly fine Russia", I stood up, holding my hand out for him to take.

He gently laid his warm, and bigger, hand on mine, not even bothering trying to stand. "But your Russian sound nice", he whined as I pulled him, signaling for him to get the fuck up. I rolled my eyes looking at him, smile tugging my lips as we looked at each other straight in the eyes.

"You need to get home Россия", he held on to my hand even after he was standing. "Но я хочу быть с тобой", he leaned closer. I didn't like when people would get too close. In private I allowed it to some degree but in public I rather keep my distance.

I did not walk or push him away tho, as he leaned closer. But I still had my boundaries. When our faces were merely centimetres(about an inch) away from each other I leaned backwards. "Too close", my voice bearly a whisper. He looked at me before wrapping his other arm around my back. "Мне все равно", I sharply inhaled as my face was growing redder and redder. I felt the same campfire that I had felt earlier at Russia's party starting to warm up.

"R-Russ-", I could not get anything else said as he pulled me closer, interweaving our fingers bringing them farter away from us. It looked like we might be dancing. I realised that I was holding my breath and let the air in my lungs escape. His eyes were dull, not showing his emotions.

He let go of my hand, wrapping his other arm also around me. "OK Russ this is going a little too far", I protested against his hug. I tried to gently push him farter away, but failed as he kept his position. He lifted his hand under my chin which set off every dang bell in my head. "RUS-",.........god damn it this feels good.

His chapped strong lips were met by my softer ones. I just stood there in shock. It was warm and fierce, yet so soft. It only lasted a second before he let go of me. Looking at me smirking, turning away.

I blinked a couple of times trying to process what had happened. I guess I was lucky. I had to admit that I had never had a romantic relationship with anyone so this kiss might or might not have been my first.

I watched as his back went farter and farter away from me. It started to snow lightly. He slipped a few times but never fell.

I turned my back to him. My face was still burning even if the campfire inside me was gone, again. I started to walk back home, wondering if anything good would happen for us.

The taste of his lips stayed. It was a mix between alcohol and chips. I touched them slightly, turning my head to see if I could still see him. I had stopped to look at the scenery behind me. It was lovely to look at, but sadly Russia was no where to be seen. I turned back to my path that would lead me back home.

My legs were cold due to me only wearing leggings in this cold weather. I hope Germany won't mind if I take a little longer route than normally. I really needed time to think about this, and I think the best when I'm outside.

Sorry these chapters are so freaking short.

Translation :

Можете ли вы говорить по-русски? = can you speak Russian?

Но я хочу быть с тобой = But I want to be with you

мне все равно = I do not care