Met In The Snow-Countryhumans

Chapter 10

Me and Soviet had both finished the delicious pancakes. I don't think I'll ever get bored of them, to be honest.

Soviet began to wash the dishes. There were other dishes already in the sink, so I offered to help, but Soviet denied after I nearly dropped my plate and I don't blame him for that. I can be so clumsy sometimes.

I walk to the couch and sit down. I'm feeling a bit more comfortable now being away from Soviet after not wanting to because of... nightmares.
I dislike nightmares on another level. Everything about them is horrible. I don't really see a point behind them.

Then again... the nightmares tend to get into my head too much. They make me think things I probably shouldn't, as it wouldn't lead to a healthy outcome... and the nightmare I had has been making me think these things again.

Soviet finished cleaning and walked over to me on the couch and sat down next to me.

Guess we've become close enough to not feel too awkward when siting next to each other. Makes me think back to the snow and that awkward moment when Soviet held onto my shoulders... and we looked into each other's eyes... Soviet had an entrancing fiery orange eye, it's quite beautiful.

"You seem deep in thought." Soviet says.

I come out of my slight trance and smile at Soviet.

"Got a lot of them these days." I say.

"Me too." Soviet slightly mutters.

We're both silent for a bit.

"Soviet?"

"Mhmm?"

"Am I... a nuisance to you? Sorry if that's a strange question I just feel you've done so much and that I'm just bothering you, y'know." I say nervously.

Soviet shakes his head.

"You are far from nuisance to me." Soviet begins. "Having inviting you to somewhere stay I've learned about you and that you are such interesting and funny country... childish too, but you've done nothing to bother me." Soviet says honestly. "Except smack me in face with cushion." He adds on jokingly.

I lightly chuckle at that.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't expect you to fall off the chair, as well." I say.

"I was too surprised at force that hit my face to keep any balance." Soviet responds.

"I'm not that strong." I say in reply.

"You're stronger than think." Soviet says and looks towards me. "and come off." He adds on.

I slightly squint my eyes at him.
"You're implying I'm small, aren't you?"

"Well, um, yeah but I'm tall for average aren't I?" Soviet says quickly.

"I'll except that excuse." I say. "But my surprising strength also means that I would of totally beat you at the pillow fight if we didn't stop." I tease.

Soviet stares at me quite strictly at those words.

"Really now?" He asks with curiosity.

"Mhmm." I reply confidently.

Soviet thinks for a bit before replying.

"Well, you could never beat me in snowball fight." He says.

"I'm sure I could come close." I reply.

I think my confidence is getting to me but I just want to show off after what Soviet said. I know I am small, but it doesn't mean I'm weak.

"Want see then?" Soviet asks standing up.

"Sure." I say and stand up myself.

I'm generally excited to have a snowball fight. That's on my childish side. I'll probably be crushed by Soviet, but spending time with him is fun.