[Fanfic] Picking up Ukraine part 1
Title: Picking up Ukraine 1
Author: Me kaiju_z
Character(s): Canada, Ukraine, Russia, Bulgaria and maybe more later on
Pairings(s): Canada x Ukraine, may include others at some point in further parts
Rating: Well, not sure about this (*sucks on rating*) I guess, so far it's PG-13
Warnings: Nothing that scary in part 1, but there will be threats in future chapters
Summary: Matthew visits Moscow to take Ukraine out on a date. Adventures bound to ensue!
It happened in on a very warm and sunny day. The location? Moscow, Russia. The date? The 24th of August, 2010. A young blond male with long locks was heading down a street, towards a well known building, right next to the president's home.
Matthew Williams sighed lightly and checked his wristwatch, nervously. Today was a big day for him. He would be taking out Russia's big sister out on a date and, from what he had been hearing from Alfred and Arthur, that surely wasn't going to be an easy task. As he observed the time, he confirmed that he was indeed early.
"Phew, that's good. Coming early might make a good impression on Mr. Braginski." he said to himself. In his head he could imagine Russia's angry face, which surely would appear if he dared to show up late. Or not at all. He remembered well what it was like to see that face. Up close at that.
Matthew wore a red suit with a white shirt and a black tie for today's big day. He wanted to look as good as possible, so he took some advice from France about what to wear. France had suggested white on red, rather than the other way around, but after a few minutes of conversation about it, France gave in and let him go with the red on white. The people that were passing him were giving him odd looks, mainly over the curl that was moving from left to right on his forehead. "Weird people." He thought, thinking they were looking at his suit.
After a minute or two he reached the mentioned before home of the Braginski family and stopped at the front door. He looked at what he had with him - flowers. A beautiful set of red roses, clearly an idea from Francis, all put together to make a lovely bouquet. Matthew took a deep breath.
"Okay, no turning back now." he said with a determined tone, which made him sound a bit like his brother, and he knocked three times. After knocking, he waited for someone to open.
And soon enough the door did open. From the other side Matthew could clearly see Bulgaria there. The older nation gave him a dark expression. What was Bulgaria doing here? He was way off from his home, right? Then Matthew remembered reading the newspaper earlier today on his way here. Bulgaria had come over to help his friend Russia with the fires that were plaguing the scary nation for a week now.
"Who're you?" Bulgaria said with eyes narrowed, almost closed. That way he looked allot like North Italy, funny enough one of Bulgaria's allies during World War 2.
Matthew shivered slightly from the expression on Bulgaria's face, then summoned courage for a reply: "Aheh, hello Mr. Bulgaria. I'm Canada. You saw me at the last meeting, remember?"
Bulgaria got a puzzled expression. Clearly he was thinking about that. But all he could really remember from the last meeting was that one of the seats was empty. He shrugged.
"Aaaanyway, I'm here to take out Ukraine. Is she home?" Matthew curiously raised a brow.
Bulgaria nodded, then moved aside to let Matthew pass.
Matthew entered into the big main hall and stared in awe at how wide this place was. "WHOA! I could fit my entire house in here, eh!" he exclaimed, spinning in a circle so that he could see every inch of this place. When he was done, he turned to Bulgaria. "Err, where can I find Ukraine, Mr. Bulgaria?" he asked politely.
Bulgaria, who was gripping a stick in his right hand, grunted a bit. "What do I look like, her keeper?" he asked. A long pause followed, then he pointed in a direction. Matthew followed where he was pointing at - up the big staircase to a big door.
Canada turned back to Bulgaria and offered an handshake. "Thank you Mr. Bulgaria. I hope you have a nice day today~" he cheerfully said. Bulgaria didn't really shake his hand, as much as let it be shaken and then left, mumbling something about "these crazy kids these days" and such.
When the older nation left sight, Matthew went up the staircase. He reached the top and went for the door, which he knocked politely. He then heard a child like voice call for him in Russian to enter. "Входить." And Matthew of course came in.
The first thing he noticed when he entered was the tall man sitting on a couch, near the fireplace, which clearly hadn't been used since winter. The man sat with one leg crossed over the other, dressed in a gray suit and wore a too familiar scarf around his neck, the purpose of which Matthew couldn't understand for this time of the year.
"Привет, Канада."
End of part 1
Author: Me kaiju_z
Character(s): Canada, Ukraine, Russia, Bulgaria and maybe more later on
Pairings(s): Canada x Ukraine, may include others at some point in further parts
Rating: Well, not sure about this (*sucks on rating*) I guess, so far it's PG-13
Warnings: Nothing that scary in part 1, but there will be threats in future chapters
Summary: Matthew visits Moscow to take Ukraine out on a date. Adventures bound to ensue!
It happened in on a very warm and sunny day. The location? Moscow, Russia. The date? The 24th of August, 2010. A young blond male with long locks was heading down a street, towards a well known building, right next to the president's home.
Matthew Williams sighed lightly and checked his wristwatch, nervously. Today was a big day for him. He would be taking out Russia's big sister out on a date and, from what he had been hearing from Alfred and Arthur, that surely wasn't going to be an easy task. As he observed the time, he confirmed that he was indeed early.
"Phew, that's good. Coming early might make a good impression on Mr. Braginski." he said to himself. In his head he could imagine Russia's angry face, which surely would appear if he dared to show up late. Or not at all. He remembered well what it was like to see that face. Up close at that.
Matthew wore a red suit with a white shirt and a black tie for today's big day. He wanted to look as good as possible, so he took some advice from France about what to wear. France had suggested white on red, rather than the other way around, but after a few minutes of conversation about it, France gave in and let him go with the red on white. The people that were passing him were giving him odd looks, mainly over the curl that was moving from left to right on his forehead. "Weird people." He thought, thinking they were looking at his suit.
After a minute or two he reached the mentioned before home of the Braginski family and stopped at the front door. He looked at what he had with him - flowers. A beautiful set of red roses, clearly an idea from Francis, all put together to make a lovely bouquet. Matthew took a deep breath.
"Okay, no turning back now." he said with a determined tone, which made him sound a bit like his brother, and he knocked three times. After knocking, he waited for someone to open.
And soon enough the door did open. From the other side Matthew could clearly see Bulgaria there. The older nation gave him a dark expression. What was Bulgaria doing here? He was way off from his home, right? Then Matthew remembered reading the newspaper earlier today on his way here. Bulgaria had come over to help his friend Russia with the fires that were plaguing the scary nation for a week now.
"Who're you?" Bulgaria said with eyes narrowed, almost closed. That way he looked allot like North Italy, funny enough one of Bulgaria's allies during World War 2.
Matthew shivered slightly from the expression on Bulgaria's face, then summoned courage for a reply: "Aheh, hello Mr. Bulgaria. I'm Canada. You saw me at the last meeting, remember?"
Bulgaria got a puzzled expression. Clearly he was thinking about that. But all he could really remember from the last meeting was that one of the seats was empty. He shrugged.
"Aaaanyway, I'm here to take out Ukraine. Is she home?" Matthew curiously raised a brow.
Bulgaria nodded, then moved aside to let Matthew pass.
Matthew entered into the big main hall and stared in awe at how wide this place was. "WHOA! I could fit my entire house in here, eh!" he exclaimed, spinning in a circle so that he could see every inch of this place. When he was done, he turned to Bulgaria. "Err, where can I find Ukraine, Mr. Bulgaria?" he asked politely.
Bulgaria, who was gripping a stick in his right hand, grunted a bit. "What do I look like, her keeper?" he asked. A long pause followed, then he pointed in a direction. Matthew followed where he was pointing at - up the big staircase to a big door.
Canada turned back to Bulgaria and offered an handshake. "Thank you Mr. Bulgaria. I hope you have a nice day today~" he cheerfully said. Bulgaria didn't really shake his hand, as much as let it be shaken and then left, mumbling something about "these crazy kids these days" and such.
When the older nation left sight, Matthew went up the staircase. He reached the top and went for the door, which he knocked politely. He then heard a child like voice call for him in Russian to enter. "Входить." And Matthew of course came in.
The first thing he noticed when he entered was the tall man sitting on a couch, near the fireplace, which clearly hadn't been used since winter. The man sat with one leg crossed over the other, dressed in a gray suit and wore a too familiar scarf around his neck, the purpose of which Matthew couldn't understand for this time of the year.
"Привет, Канада."
End of part 1