Help yourself, detka. (1/?) TBC
anonymous
September 5 2009, 22:55:57 UTC
Ok, here goes! this is the first time this anon is attempting to write something, so, i'm sorry in advance if anything goes wrong >_< Also, English is not my mother tongue, but i'm trying, but if you see any stupid mistakes, please excuse them >/////<
p.s. Detka = "baby" in Russian. --------
It all started with an argument. As usual, it was a daily meeting in the conference room, and this time the nations had nothing to do but brag about whose food was better. France, N. Italy, Spain and Japan were already almost shouting in the heat of discussion, and the loudest voice was that of Spain, boasting about the fact that his cuisine was definitely the best, the most delicious, the most refined and versatile, trying to convince those stupid, stupid other nations... Suddenly, a large hand landed on his shoulder. Antonio unwillingly turned his head from the opponents and jumped in surprise, for it was none other than Ivan, who, as it turned out, had been sitting and listening to their discussion the whole time. There was a curious half-smile playing on his face as he leaned down closer to Antonio's ear:
-Say, Spain, you've never tried Russian cuisine before, yes?
-No, I haven't.. Why? - Antonio blinked in surprise.
-Then, maybe, you would like to get accustomed to some of my culinary traditions, da? - Ivan's hand was clenching the shoulder tighter and tighter, his eyes becoming a dark, deep shade of purple, - Come and visit me in three days. I will be waiting.
Looking into Russia's eyes and being unable to avert his own, being frozen with fear, Antonio gave a weak nod, squeezing a faint smile out of himself, and there he was....
...As it had been decided, standing in front of Ivan's door three days later. Antonio was just about to raise his hand to knock when the door flew open and there was Ivan, with the same smile on his face, the same look in his eyes and even wearing the same scarf,which looked a bit ridiculous with a shirt....
-Ah, Spain, you're here! Come now, - Ivan grabbed Antonio's hand into his large palm and swiftly started walking further into the depths of his house. Spain coudn't helf but shudder at the thought of what was happening, what was GOING TO happen: 'Why am I even here?? With this vodka-addicted, crazy, giant, rude, posessive...', - but he also couldn't help but notice the broad shoulders in front or him, a strong back, with some muscled quite visible even under the shirt, not slender, but proportionally thin waistline...well, if he said he didn't find all that attractive, he would definitely be lying, he thought to himself.
p.s. Detka = "baby" in Russian.
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It all started with an argument. As usual, it was a daily meeting in the conference room, and this time the nations had nothing to do but brag about whose food was better. France, N. Italy, Spain and Japan were already almost shouting in the heat of discussion, and the loudest voice was that of Spain, boasting about the fact that his cuisine was definitely the best, the most delicious, the most refined and versatile, trying to convince those stupid, stupid other nations...
Suddenly, a large hand landed on his shoulder. Antonio unwillingly turned his head from the opponents and jumped in surprise, for it was none other than Ivan, who, as it turned out, had been sitting and listening to their discussion the whole time. There was a curious half-smile playing on his face as he leaned down closer to Antonio's ear:
-Say, Spain, you've never tried Russian cuisine before, yes?
-No, I haven't.. Why? - Antonio blinked in surprise.
-Then, maybe, you would like to get accustomed to some of my culinary traditions, da? - Ivan's hand was clenching the shoulder tighter and tighter, his eyes becoming a dark, deep shade of purple, - Come and visit me in three days. I will be waiting.
Looking into Russia's eyes and being unable to avert his own, being frozen with fear, Antonio gave a weak nod, squeezing a faint smile out of himself, and there he was....
...As it had been decided, standing in front of Ivan's door three days later. Antonio was just about to raise his hand to knock when the door flew open and there was Ivan, with the same smile on his face, the same look in his eyes and even wearing the same scarf,which looked a bit ridiculous with a shirt....
-Ah, Spain, you're here! Come now, - Ivan grabbed Antonio's hand into his large palm and swiftly started walking further into the depths of his house. Spain coudn't helf but shudder at the thought of what was happening, what was GOING TO happen: 'Why am I even here?? With this vodka-addicted, crazy, giant, rude, posessive...', - but he also couldn't help but notice the broad shoulders in front or him, a strong back, with some muscled quite visible even under the shirt, not slender, but proportionally thin waistline...well, if he said he didn't find all that attractive, he would definitely be lying, he thought to himself.
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