Child of the Universe [5/?]
anonymous
November 30 2010, 12:51:50 UTC
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
They ate in silence, both content to simply chance little glances at one another before Canada, only half way through his lamb, sighed, putting down his plate. “Russia,” he said slowly, “I've sort of been meaning to ask you this but,” he swallowed, cutting himself off and Russia politely put his plate down, staring at him expectantly. “I um, I have season tickets to see the, well actually all the Canadian teams when they do home games but I-I was wondering if, if maybe you'd like to come I mean not to all of them obviously because of plane rides and things but to a few? I mean Alfred never comes to any game that isn't one of his so I you could come to the Montreal and Toronto games for instance but if you don't want to you don't-”
“I would like that very much,” Russia cut him off, “thank you for inviting me.”
“O-oh,” Canada said, a blush painting his face, “n-no problem.” Russia nodded, returning to whatever he was eating, Canada had ended up ordering for him while he was in the bathroom, and it was good, some sort of salmon. Russia once again found himself studying the younger nation, appreciating the delicate pink on his cheeks and nose. “Russia?” The larger nation blinked, embarrassed to have been caught staring. “Is there something on my face?”
“No,” Russia said, not bothering to explain himself and Canad just looked at him uncertainly. After that, they managed a fairly interesting, if somewhat stilted, conversation on politics, most nations favourite discussion point because it was one thing they all had in common, for probably another half hour, before Russia looked at his watch. “Ah,” he said, standing up from his spot on the bed, “I have an appointment with Natalia's boss,” he winced as he said it, “I should go.”
“Oh, alright,” Canada said, following him over to the door, “hope it goes well.” Russia nodded in thanks, putting his jacket back on as he made his way to the elevator. Canada watched him go, uncertain, before he realized Russia had forgotten his heart. Darting into the room he scooped the ice bucket off his bed side table, “Russia!” he shouted just as the elevator doors closed and he stood there for a moment, eyes wide before he glanced down at the heart in his hands. “What the hell am I going to do with you?” he asked it.
Re: Child of the Universe [5/?]
anonymous
December 1 2010, 00:03:17 UTC
Hooray, author!anon! You have successfully made my night! I totally squeed aloud when I saw you had updated. >>
I love your characterization; Canada is so cute, and Russia is all his normal 'nothing fazes me' self. He would totally be the type to just leave his heart behind, lol.
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
They ate in silence, both content to simply chance little glances at one another before Canada, only half way through his lamb, sighed, putting down his plate. “Russia,” he said slowly, “I've sort of been meaning to ask you this but,” he swallowed, cutting himself off and Russia politely put his plate down, staring at him expectantly. “I um, I have season tickets to see the, well actually all the Canadian teams when they do home games but I-I was wondering if, if maybe you'd like to come I mean not to all of them obviously because of plane rides and things but to a few? I mean Alfred never comes to any game that isn't one of his so I you could come to the Montreal and Toronto games for instance but if you don't want to you don't-”
“I would like that very much,” Russia cut him off, “thank you for inviting me.”
“O-oh,” Canada said, a blush painting his face, “n-no problem.” Russia nodded, returning to whatever he was eating, Canada had ended up ordering for him while he was in the bathroom, and it was good, some sort of salmon. Russia once again found himself studying the younger nation, appreciating the delicate pink on his cheeks and nose. “Russia?” The larger nation blinked, embarrassed to have been caught staring. “Is there something on my face?”
“No,” Russia said, not bothering to explain himself and Canad just looked at him uncertainly. After that, they managed a fairly interesting, if somewhat stilted, conversation on politics, most nations favourite discussion point because it was one thing they all had in common, for probably another half hour, before Russia looked at his watch. “Ah,” he said, standing up from his spot on the bed, “I have an appointment with Natalia's boss,” he winced as he said it, “I should go.”
“Oh, alright,” Canada said, following him over to the door, “hope it goes well.” Russia nodded in thanks, putting his jacket back on as he made his way to the elevator. Canada watched him go, uncertain, before he realized Russia had forgotten his heart. Darting into the room he scooped the ice bucket off his bed side table, “Russia!” he shouted just as the elevator doors closed and he stood there for a moment, eyes wide before he glanced down at the heart in his hands. “What the hell am I going to do with you?” he asked it.
The heart just kept beating.
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I love your characterization; Canada is so cute, and Russia is all his normal 'nothing fazes me' self. He would totally be the type to just leave his heart behind, lol.
Awwww, now Canada has Russia's heart again. <3
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