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Someday... (Russia X England) CH. 1

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Pressing the white porcelain to my lips I take a swig of the bitter nectar that my British friend had served to me. It was delightfully depressing, the tea, Earl Grey I believe it is called. How could Arthur drink this so often? One would think that drinking this all the time would make you depressed. A single sigh lingered in the air as my eyes trained on seeing through the window. I could see lavender growing in the garden that the British man had planted, it took all I could do not to go smell it. But, this did solve my previous wonder as to why this particular man always smelled of lilac and lavender. The combination so mellow and pained- it was entirely alluring. Well, in my senses it was. The smell mixed well with the winter wind that chilled my bones, even when I'm inside I can feel that scarring cold wind rushing past my cheeks- but this was for reasons I have so tried to forget. Shock was suddenly the expression on my face as I heard the clashing of a pot against the floor. I relaxed as I came to stand, moving at an alarmed pace to the scene that had shot adrenaline through my veins. I came upon the kitchen passing through the door way to see the British man juggling between standing and grabbing the pot. A grin rose to my features as I tilted my head against the door frame. "Need any help?" My lips played a smirk as my voice created a light chuckle. The expression the man gave in reply was priceless. Both annoyance and insult were laced in his eyes. "No. I don't bloody need yur' help!" He declared a sheen of pink covered his features as he regained his balance placing the pot on the stove. He really liked cooking for me even though he knew he was no good at it. My amethyst eyes settled on the adorable sight. I was at ease, for once. It had been along time since I was calm and happy all at the same time. The Englishman with blonde locks turned to me with that flustered look of his emerald eyes," What is et?! Nevar seen a man cook before…?" His growls only made me smile more. "Stop staring at me already won't yu' ?!" Arthur protested as his pink cheeks grew darker in color. "What are yu' doing anyway?!" His inquiry was as cute as his flustered attitude. "I'm just enjoying the view…" My eyes settled again, this time half-lidded, as I awaited him to say my name, to here it with his accented words. "Ivan, won't yu' leave me be already?!" Arthur jolted his head back to the stove trying to hid the obvious blush that laced his cheeks. "As you wish my king." I teased. One could almost hear his heart stop right before he drop another piece of cookware to the floor. "Bloody Hell!" Echoed from the kitchen. "Oh how I love you Arthur…" I whispered to myself. I knew that the green eyed gentleman would never give me a second look- but, it was at least nice to have tried so subtly… "Aye'O! Arthur I'm home!" The obnoxious sound of an American accent polluted the air. A sigh once again lingered in the once quiet air as I took my place back on the seat I once sat in, sipping the bitter nectar. "EH! Arthur! Let me help you make food!" "Oh! Bloody Hell! Fine! Yu' do it Mr.Top Chef!" I watch the lavender flowers once again. "Maybe one day, Arthur. You'll understand..."
Will Arthur ever figure out how Ivan feels? Probably not~
Ivan is to quiet and Arthur is to busy- it's a road that will never be ventured~

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