“Ivan,” Ukraine pressed on, with the quiet determination of a big sister who knows exactly how to subdue the storm inside their younger siblings. Canada’s new-found respect for her grew exponentially. “There is no reason for you to be here. Surely, there are things in your own country that need to be attended to. Your people need you.”
“And yours as well, sister.”
“Which is why I need you to go back and look after them until I can return,” Ukraine insisted, smiling up at her brother sweetly. “Please, Ivan. For my sake. Watch over my people for me.”
“As you wish then,” Russia sighed and brought Ukraine’s hands up to his lips for a gentle kiss. “Do svidania, my sister. I hope to see you again very, very soon.”
With that - and one more terrifying glare in Canada’s direction - he swept away and let the heavy oak door swing shut behind him.
Ukraine locked the door in his wake and turned back into the house hesitantly. She nibbled on the knuckle of her pinky, avoiding Canada’s eye. “I’m sorry, Matvey. Ivan can be somewhat possessive at times, but he’s really quite gentle if you take the time to get to know him.”
“I’m sure…”
He finally let go of the phone, sagging against the wall with a groan. His entire body felt weak from the encounter, and his heart was racing like a horse out of the gate. An awkward moment stretched between them, neither quite meeting the other’s eye, with Canada half-expecting Russia to return, this time using his pipe to break down the door…
Finally, Ukraine broke the silence. “I’m a bit, um, hungry.”
“Oh, of course!” Canada started, shoving a smile onto his face and leading the way into the kitchen. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that! I’ll go get lunch started right away! What would you like?”
“Well, to be honest, lately, I’ve had the oddest craving for pickles…”
Canada had been expecting that. Odd cravings were the only thing that had been constant throughout the endless mess of pregnancy advice he’d garnered from everyone who found out about their current situation. He had an entire shelf in the kitchen dedicated solely to pickled vegetables of various flavors and varieties for the occasion.
“…on whole wheat toast…with maple syrup.”
Canada stopped dead, twisting around with one foot through the kitchen door. “Excuse me?”
Ukraine blushed red. “I…I would like a pickle sandwich, on whole wheat toast, with some of your maple syrup. I’ve always had a taste for it, you know. It’s just so sweet and so pleasant when it’s warm and…Matvey, why are you smiling at me like that?”
Canada almost laughed. The goofy grin that had spread over his face felt just that good, especially as it swept the last remaining traces of fear out of his system. “Oh, no reason. Lunch will be ready in just a bit.”
Saskatchewanon is squealing with delight~!
anonymous
July 9 2009, 21:47:34 UTC
Oh Ukraine <3. Always knows exactly how to deflate a bad situation with her brother. Oh Russia, so worried for your sister. Oh Canada, our home and native land you're just doing your best. ^^
Keep up the awesome, anon, this is utterly fantastic~! The tension made me go owrihg;oiujbg and the sweet bit at the end was all ;fgh;zseori and yes. Just... yes. Keep being awesome~!
Oh my god, this is all kinds of adorable. I giggled all the way through reading it. I cannot wait to see the next couple parts, anon! This is wonderful. ♥
“And yours as well, sister.”
“Which is why I need you to go back and look after them until I can return,” Ukraine insisted, smiling up at her brother sweetly. “Please, Ivan. For my sake. Watch over my people for me.”
“As you wish then,” Russia sighed and brought Ukraine’s hands up to his lips for a gentle kiss. “Do svidania, my sister. I hope to see you again very, very soon.”
With that - and one more terrifying glare in Canada’s direction - he swept away and let the heavy oak door swing shut behind him.
Ukraine locked the door in his wake and turned back into the house hesitantly. She nibbled on the knuckle of her pinky, avoiding Canada’s eye. “I’m sorry, Matvey. Ivan can be somewhat possessive at times, but he’s really quite gentle if you take the time to get to know him.”
“I’m sure…”
He finally let go of the phone, sagging against the wall with a groan. His entire body felt weak from the encounter, and his heart was racing like a horse out of the gate. An awkward moment stretched between them, neither quite meeting the other’s eye, with Canada half-expecting Russia to return, this time using his pipe to break down the door…
Finally, Ukraine broke the silence. “I’m a bit, um, hungry.”
“Oh, of course!” Canada started, shoving a smile onto his face and leading the way into the kitchen. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that! I’ll go get lunch started right away! What would you like?”
“Well, to be honest, lately, I’ve had the oddest craving for pickles…”
Canada had been expecting that. Odd cravings were the only thing that had been constant throughout the endless mess of pregnancy advice he’d garnered from everyone who found out about their current situation. He had an entire shelf in the kitchen dedicated solely to pickled vegetables of various flavors and varieties for the occasion.
“…on whole wheat toast…with maple syrup.”
Canada stopped dead, twisting around with one foot through the kitchen door. “Excuse me?”
Ukraine blushed red. “I…I would like a pickle sandwich, on whole wheat toast, with some of your maple syrup. I’ve always had a taste for it, you know. It’s just so sweet and so pleasant when it’s warm and…Matvey, why are you smiling at me like that?”
Canada almost laughed. The goofy grin that had spread over his face felt just that good, especially as it swept the last remaining traces of fear out of his system. “Oh, no reason. Lunch will be ready in just a bit.”
“I think I may love this girl.”
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Really enjoying this fic so far, please continue!
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Keep up the awesome, anon, this is utterly fantastic~! The tension made me go owrihg;oiujbg and the sweet bit at the end was all ;fgh;zseori and yes. Just... yes. Keep being awesome~!
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/SPORFLES WITH LAUGHTER
Always be prepared.
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