Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jun 20, 2015 18:12:11 GMT -5
He let the boy whip away from him. North Korea was still so young. He shouldn’t have lost him temper at him. He had so much to learn, and while Ivan could be possessive, he could also be patient. He needed to have patience with those much younger then him. He needed to be a good mother to his child, and Mother Russia is good to all of her children…as long as they are good to Mother Russia. His hands fell back to his side as he watched the boy reel in his emotions and apologize. A mistake. He made a mistake, and now, he knew not to let it happen again. He understood the younger nation’s confusion, but he wished the boy could understand his worry.
He nodded at the polite bow that seemed custom in all Asian cultures. Ivan geography placed him in an interesting dynamic between Europe and Asia constantly stuck in between in his own place. He considered himself European, yet those in Europe rejected him, and he knew for a fact China would laugh at him if he called himself Asian. Nyet, he would not laugh. He would open his arms and give him a new name, likely calling him New China. He inwardly shuttered at that idea. He cared for China, but he never wished to be ruled by him. He had seen how his siblings had turned out.
“I know,” he answered and placed his hand on the younger’s shoulder. He tilted his chin back up and gave him a sweet smile. “Your dedication has constantly impressed me,” he praised, for it was true. North Korea did not bend to others whims and opinions. He stayed strong. His hand ran from his shoulder to the back of his neck, and then with force he pulled the smaller nation into a hug, holding him close to his chest.
“You are my son, and for that reason I have a special task for you,” he whispered against the boy’s hair.
He nodded at the polite bow that seemed custom in all Asian cultures. Ivan geography placed him in an interesting dynamic between Europe and Asia constantly stuck in between in his own place. He considered himself European, yet those in Europe rejected him, and he knew for a fact China would laugh at him if he called himself Asian. Nyet, he would not laugh. He would open his arms and give him a new name, likely calling him New China. He inwardly shuttered at that idea. He cared for China, but he never wished to be ruled by him. He had seen how his siblings had turned out.
“I know,” he answered and placed his hand on the younger’s shoulder. He tilted his chin back up and gave him a sweet smile. “Your dedication has constantly impressed me,” he praised, for it was true. North Korea did not bend to others whims and opinions. He stayed strong. His hand ran from his shoulder to the back of his neck, and then with force he pulled the smaller nation into a hug, holding him close to his chest.
“You are my son, and for that reason I have a special task for you,” he whispered against the boy’s hair.
