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~Skating~ Teenage!Russia x Teenage!Reader

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Skating

Teenage!Russia x Teenage!Reader



     Russia watched as she tied her left skate nice and tight. He was eager to finally get to skating on the frozen lake with her. She usually didn't like skating, especially in such cold weather. However, she had agreed to the date. It was how they first met anyway, it brought good memories. The teenage nations stepped onto the frozen lake, keeping their balance quite easy. In fact, she had done it much smoother than Russia could have ever done it. He was heavier than her.

      She steadied herself, "Ivan," she called out, "How long?"

      He knew exactly what she meant by that question, "Hmm, forever, da?" he followed after her, "But only if we have borscht for dinner. W-wait!"

     She had skated in a strange pattern, as if she had done it her whole life, "Hot? I'm not sure I have beetroot, though, Ivan," she laughed, "I have everything else, though. Tomatoes? Could we use tomatoes?"

      The Russian grabbed onto his girlfriend's hands, spinning her around, "I think that'll be fine, da?" he smiled at her, "I can always run to the market quick, anyway."

     He remembered exactly why she was such a good skater - she had only mentioned it once before. His girlfriend used to ice skate every morning when she was younger, determined to be the best. She had given up that dream when her brother had gotten injured due to ice skating. Now, she rarely skated. Russia couldn't blame her, he didn't skate often enough, but he could tell it bugged her. He hugged the scarf closer to his face, feeling chilled all of a sudden.

     She smiled back at him, tripping slightly. After another few minutes, the two made their way back inside. She wanted to cook up some hot borscht for Russia - whom had specifically requested said meal. Just as she went to open the house door, the blonde grabbed her wrist. She looked over her shoulder at him, face flushed from the cold. She smiled at her boyfriend, standing on her very tiptoes to try and kiss him. It didn't go as planned, though. She was short.

     Russia flushed, bending down just enough to kiss her. After a short kiss, she opened the house door. As she entered, Russia followed, smiling brightly.

     "Forever, da?"

     "Mmm!"

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