All the talk of fanfics on my dash made me want to post the RusCan one I’d written for Cara.
So um here.
It’s not very good. I wasn’t trying to be completely serious, hence the random GerIta scenes. Also the ending is complete crap.
I’m sorry. ;u;
It was a rare, perfect day. Sun filtered through the trees, cicadas buzzed contentedly, birds sang loudly and darted about in search of bugs. The sky was clear of any clouds. An occasional breeze would whist by, brushing against the golden locks of a young boy who was seated in the middle of a peaceful field, a miniature snowy-furred bear sprawled against his lap.
The boy’s hair was somewhat long, draping against his cheeks and ending roughly at his chin. A long, odd strand of hair in the shape of a twisted-up curl hung down in front of his face. A pair of square-shaped glasses were settled neatly on his face. He wore a long-sleeved red shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders due to the heat. He let out a soft sigh every once in a while, causing the bear to glance up at him, then look away, clearly uninterested.
“Kumojiren,” The boy softly spoke up after a moment, inclining his head to stare down at the bear upon his lap, “do you get the feeling that… someone… is watching us?”
The bear hummed a “Hmmm,” putting a paw against its chin and staring up at the sky in thought. Then, instead of answering the question, it quipped, “Who’re you?”
“I’m Canada,” The boy answered almost huffily, as if he had gone through this same charade a thousand times before. “Answer my question.”
“Well, yeah,” Squeaked the bear, propping its chin against Canada’s shoulder, looking over at something behind him. “There’s a creepy guy standing right behind you.”
Canada’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped short when a shadow suddenly loomed over him. “Privyet, Alfred,” A familiar voice said warmly.
The Canadian quickly whipped around, his cerulean eyes locking with a pair of indigo orbs that belonged to a tall Russian man, his silver hair tousled about on top of his head. The man wore a silky cream-colored scarf that was wrapped tightly around his neck, and a large overcoat. One couldn’t help but wonder how this man wasn’t dying of heat stroke.
“I-I’m not Alfred… I’m Matthew, remember?” The shorter boy responded quietly, slowly rising to his feet. He was still much much shorter than the silver-haired one.
“Da, I know. I just like to mess with you.” A smile appeared on the man’s face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. His body language conveyed a I-would-very-much-appreciate-it-if-you-could-just-drop-dead-here-and-now message.
Fear flashed through Matthew’s gaze for a brief moment, but he forced it to vanish. “S-so, Ivan,” He addressed the man, his voice shaky, “w-w-what’re you… doing here?”
“Oh yeah.” Ivan’s smile grew more genuine, though it still was slightly creepy. “There’s a sunflower field around here that I often visit… would you like to come with me?” He offered, invitingly holding out a gloved hand. Matthew hesitated before nodding a bit and taking his hand.
The two set off deeper into the field, which had previously just been a plain grassy area, but was gradually becoming dotted with more and more flowers as they continued along. Eventually they came across the sunflower field. Matthew had never seen it before, but he wished he had. It was absolutely beautiful. The sunflowers were as tall as trees, towering over both him and Ivan (and his bear, but Matthew sort of forgot about it.)
The blonde was so awed that he didn’t notice Ivan had disappeared into the thick of the flower field. He was gawking up at the yellow petals that seemed to be glittering in the sunlight, at the bees that were flitting from flower to flower. A hushed “Wow” escaped his throat just as Ivan re-emerged.
“The flowers are beautiful, da?” Ivan whispered, a soft smile on his face, one that didn’t look as creepy as the previous two. Matthew jumped, snapped out of his reverie. “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I-it’s okay.” Matthew forced a small, nervous smile, one that quickly evaporated as Ivan shifted a bit closer.
“Would you like one?”
“E… excuse me?”
“A flower. Would you like one? I can get one for you.”
The shorter boy’s confused expression melted into one of shy enthusiasm. “R-really? I’d love a flower.” He faltered for a moment, then started to ask, “But how will you—”
Ivan answered the question that Matthew hadn’t even finished asking by simply beginning to climb one of the sunflower stems. The Canadian openly gaped as the Russian made it to the top of the stalk with ease… and proceeded to pull a sharp-looking object out of his overcoat. Matthew watched in horror as the knife sliced the stalk in half.
Ivan slid back down, landing on the ground on his rear with a loud thump! He handed the part of the sunflower that he had cut over to Matthew, who took it, shivering. “T-t-t-thanks,” He stuttered, eyes as wide as saucers and fixated on the knife that was still clenched in the Russian’s hand.
“Da, Belarus gave me this,” Ivan explained, having noticed Matthew’s staring. He stuffed the knife back into his pocket. Matthew only supplied an “Oh” as a response, turning his gaze towards the flower in his hands. He admired it silently, stroking the smooth, golden petals. “The flower’s the same color as your hair,” Murmured Ivan, having been watching Matthew. “And just as cute too~” He leaned over and patted the blonde’s head.
Matthew’s face turned almost as red as one of Spain’s tomatoes. “T… thanks?” His voice went up an entire octave.
“Da~” Ivan captured Matthew in an utterly random hug. A squeak emitted from the smaller one’s throat, and his face turned a deep shade of crimson. He froze for a moment, before awkwardly wrapping his arms around Ivan’s back, burying his face in the Russian’s chest.
Ivan grinned and pulled Matthew onto the ground. The two tumbled into the grass with a chuckle and a squeal. They lay silently for a moment, the Russian practically crushing the Canadian, who apparently didn’t mind considering he chose that moment to burst out laughing. “…what’s so funny?” Ivan raised a platinum eybrow.
“I-I don’t know… it’s just… I… I like…” Matthew struggled to talk in between bouts of laughter. He was also struggling to breath, and the fact that Ivan was still pinning him to the ground didn’t help. An impatient sigh was huffed out from the man on top, and with one swift movement, their roles were reversed; Matthew was now splayed out on top of Ivan’s stomach.
“Now. What were you saying?” The question was almost an order, and Matthew couldn’t supress a small shudder.
“J-just… I-I… I like you,” He shyly replied, his face turning red again as he avoided looking the other in the eyes.
Awkward. Thankfully, it wasn’t completely silent, for a certain noisy (and half-naked) Italian chose that moment to dart by, calling a certain German’s name on the top of his lungs. A Swiss man was following suit, shooting a gun and barely missing hitting the Italian’s curl by a centimeter. The two vanished into the large patch of sunflowers, their voices trailing behind them, before everything fell silent again.
The awkward silent then turned awkward again as the two had nothing to turn their attention to, other than each other. Finally, after what felt like a decade, Ivan softly replied, “I… like you too.”
Azure orbs met violet ones, and they simply gazed into each others eyes for a few minutes. Everything became still and silent; the wind didn’t dare disturb a blade of grass, and the birds respectfully kept their beaks shut. And then lips unexpectedly connected.
A muffled squeak came from the blonde, but it quickly transformed into a content hum as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the other’s bulky shoulders. No tongues were used; the two were perfectly comfortable with just pressing their lips against each other, feeling each others warmth.
Ivan pulled Matthew even closer, as close as he possibly could. Unfortunately, a mere second later, they both had to pull away to catch their breath. Quiet panting, followed by snuggling. Matthew nuzzled against the crook of Ivan’s neck, and they both closed their eyes, tempted to fall asleep in each others arms.
However, just then, a certain dove-white bear trotted up to them. “Who—” It stopped itself short, blinked a couple of times, then instead quietly informed the lovebirds, “There’s two weird people watching you.”
“Wha?” Matthew jumped a little, the top of his head banging against Ivan’s cheek. Both hissed in pain, and then the Canadian shifted a bit so that he could get easier access to talking to the bear. “Two weird people? What’d they look like?” He whispered.
“They’re hiding in the sunflowers. One has blonde hair and the other has brown. The brown haired one is really short and the blonde haired one is really tall. Also the blonde one kept growling to the brown one that they ‘shouldn’t be watching you guys,’ but the brown one kept saying stuff like ‘Aw but they’re so cute ve~’” After the bear finished its explanation, it yawned and curled up on the ground.
Ivan and Matthew exchanged a glance. The Russian then smiled, an icy glint in his eye, and said to Matthew (loud enough for anybody hiding in the sunflower patch to hear), “So, I’ve been thinking of capturing Italy—”
That was all that he needed to say before a couple of sunflower stalks twitched and a blonde German emerged, holding a pistol and looking absolutely furious. “Over my dead body,” He growled as the Italian popped out of the suflower field too, quickly hiding behind the German and whimpering.
“That can be arranged, da?” Ivan pulled out his knife and lightly pushed Matthew off of him so that he could get to his feet.
“W-wait.” Matthew jumped to his feet too. “D-don’t… hurt them… please?”
Ivan scowled and looked like he wanted to protest, but one glance at the terrified expression on Matthew’s face, and the scowl dissolved into a sympathetic look. “…Sorry,” He mumbled, slowly putting the knife back in his pocket and turning towards the German again, who was still aiming the pistol at him. “Ludwig,” Ivan said calmly.
“Put down the pistol. I’m not going to do anything to your precious Feliciano.” Ivan smirked teasingly as both Ludwig and Feliciano blushed a little. A short moment of hesitation, and Ludwig pocketed his pistol. “Now… Go. Home,” Ivan demanded, anger flashing through his violet eyes.
Feliciano instantly turned and fled, running straight through the sunflower field. “Wha—hey!” Yelped Ludwig, turning and hurrying after the small Italian, whose cries of “He’s going to kill me,” were still echoing out of the field.
And then the two vanished again, and all became still and peaceful and quiet once more.
As the sun set, the Russian and the Canadian cuddled with each other in the grass, resting on their backs and watching the sun drift lower to the ground, dipping down into the hills. The clouds were tinted a rosy pink, as was the sky. As the last rays of light began to disappear, the sky fading to night, Ivan leaned over and gently pressed his lips against Matthew’s head.
“Thanks,” Whispered Matthew, his face turning the same color that the sky had been merely seconds ago.
“Da,” Answered Ivan, pulling Matthew tighter against him.
Their eyes felt heavy, and they couldn’t keep from closing them. They both drifted into the most comfortable sleep of their lives.
And both had an odd dream that night, about sunflower fields and Swiss men with guns and half-naked Italians and protective Germans…
and the oddest part of their dreams?
They dreamt of each other.