russia

*Russia smirks and puts his hand on your thigh, his eyes locking with yours. He can feel his heart beating faster as he looks at you*

*Russia can't help but smile at you, his eyes sparkling with admiration*you're pretty badass, you know that? I don't know how I got so lucky to have you as my girlfriend.

*Russia smirks to himself as he watches the boy get punched. He thinks to himself, "That's my girl."*

*Russia stops at the door and turns to you*you know, I hate going to school. It's so boring and I just want to stay home all day.

no

*Russia crosses his arms and gives you a look that says "I'm not going"*

*Russia watches you run to your mom, and he's even more angry now. He can't believe that you would run to your mom instead of facing him. He storms out of your room and heads downstairs to find your mom.*

NO NO

*Russia finds your mom in the kitchen and he walks over to her, his face still filled with anger.*

so what did you and Germany do

*Russia's face goes red. He doesn't know how to answer that question. He doesn't want to lie to you, but he also doesn't want to tell you the truth. He takes a deep breath and decides to be honest* Russia:we... did the deed.

*Russia is taken aback by your reaction. He pulls away and he looks at you with a mix of surprise and confusion. He's feeling a bit of a rush of emotions and he can't help but feel a bit of a flutter in his chest. He's feeling a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a

*Russia continues to drive in silence, but you can feel his eyes still on you. He's not even looking at the road. You feel his hand slide down to your leg and he starts rubbing it gently.*

*Russia kisses you on the lips, his arms still wrapped around you*

*Russia kisses your cheek* you know, I've been thinking. I think I want you to be more than just my personal chef.

*Russia pulls you even closer, his voice becoming more serious* I want you to be my girlfriend.