Take time to smell the flowers [N Italy]
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Mar 13, 2016 1:11:51 GMT -5
Technically, Ivan stood on enemy soil as he leaned against a tree with his face buried into a bouquet of flowers. He had picked them from the side of the road as he waited. The front lines were located fifty miles behind him, and instead of picturing the death, blood, and gunfire, he suffocated himself in the intoxicating scent of flowers. The sun felt warm on his skin. He did enjoy the warmth and how it caressed his cheek. He loved the life of summer. He never had a mother, but he often assumed that a mother’s hug would be similar to the warmth of the sun. Yet for how enjoyable the summer could be, it also was the most difficult time of year for him and his men. His men could fight in heat, but so too could the United Allegiance, making holding the line difficult. In such a state, his Generals had decided the best course of action would be to disrupt their enemies supply line.
Ivan, normally, would not participate in such a simple activity that could be left to his men, but in times of tension, he needed a few weeks to think. China and Vietnam continued to be difficult. He needed to find a solution for their poor behavior. China’s distrustfulness. Vietnam’s foolishness. He would have to be kind yet stern. He heard the bristling in the bushes behind him, and his thoughts pulled away. His men were hidden, ready to move. Ivan glanced over his flowers to see the line of trucks carrying supply driving down the road fairly fast. Ivan took another sniff of the flowers before gently placing them on the ground. He could sense his men tensing in the bushes, nervous of what might occur. Ivan seemed completely unaffected as the cars continued to speed. Just as the first car was about to pass him, Ivan stepped out in the middle of the road with a small smile on his face.
The car barely had time to honk, let alone stop, and with a loud crash, it hit Ivan hard and dust scuffed into the air, followed by the sound of another car crashing into the one behind and more noise. However as the dust settled, Ivan appeared to be completely fine. His jaw locked partially as his two hands held the front of the car that appeared to be in terrible damage. Once it had stopped, Ivan nodded pleased, and stepped away from the car. His men came out of the forest, pointing guns. Ivan did not even pay attention to anyone who might be in the supply area. He only walked back to his bouquet of flowers to ponder.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2016 6:26:32 GMT -5
Feliciano was having a wonderful day. He woke up late, had an enjoyable breakfast, flirted with about 11 girls, filed some paper work to UA officials, had a classic Italian lunch (OOC: trust me I'm Italian and it is LONG but delicious) and finally a three pm siesta till four. Feliciano had been granted these luxuries by the UA because he was apparently going to an absolute war zone and full concentration was needed. Especially on the European Front.
At 4:30 pm (or 16:30) Feliciano went with the last convoy of Italian troops being sent to the European Front. Feliciano saw two of his soldiers quiet down a little when he walked towards them, as if Feliciano was a high ranking officer. "Ve~ buonasera you two, would you mind if I got into the front truck?" "Uh, of course not signore of course not." one of them mumbled, Feliciano smiled at him like an old friend would smile "Grazie, you two." He looked at the convoy assembled, four trucks carried weapons and the sorts, the other four carried pasta and other Italian foods, what? A man has to eat.
Never a man for slow driving Feliciano led his convoy on a very speedy travel, for the past hour everything seemed normal but soon he was seeing evidence of war, ambulance trucks for the UA seemed to endlessly go in the direction of where the convoy started. He was only 20 miles from the UA base and about 50 miles from the front he could hear the blast of artillery far away.
Feliciano felt fear strike into his heart as all of a sudden he would be seeing blood, death and suffering a lot more often now. He looked behind him at the other seven trucks trailed behind not far away from each other, would these men ever see home again?
Sunflowers appeared all over the side of the road, Feliciano liked flowers although sunflowers weren't exactly his favorite they did look beautiful. A few minutes later things got very complicated, a figure came out of nowhere just when he was about to pass him, he hit the man but he didn't seem to fly off his bonnet all of a sudden he heard a massive boom and he was thrown forwards into the airbag that popped up, he felt an impact into the back of his truck as well as if the truck behind had hit him.
Men came out of the woods armed with guns, seeing them Feliciano automatically went for his assault rifle and fixed his bayonet and if things got way too out of hand, he had a white flag strapped to his back to prevent anymore blood having to be spilt. What were the enemy doing so far from the front? Feliciano's expression hardened, they threatened his men before they had even gotten to the front... and his pasta! The personification of North Italy opened his truck door and shouted "Viva l'Italia!" though his voice was a little shaky. His men opened fire on the men who came out of the woods. Feliciano who hadn't fired his assault rifle, out of the corner of his eye saw a man among the sunflowers. Feliciano decided to wound the man to get some information on how he manged to get through behind the front line. He lined up his sights and without hesitation, fired.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on May 24, 2016 16:25:22 GMT -5
Ivan paid little attention to the noise behind him, firing shots and screams had become the norm in this day of age, especially in the places Ivan tended to spend the most time. His soldiers had experience, and he trusted them to accomplish the mission with little help from him. He plucked one of the flowers and brought it to his nose to take in the encompassing sweet scent. He would have to place it in water soon to keep it safe, and more importantly trapped and close to him on his office windowsill. Life would be simpler if Ivan had the ability to contain all he loves in the safety of him home.
He felt the pain before he noticed the presence of another nation. It felt sharp and familiar like most shots often did. It certainly was not his first time being shot. His blood stained the bright flower and started to seep into his large jacket as the shot went straight to his shoulder. He looked at the red on the flower, dripping off the peddles. Everything he touched always seemed to fall apart. He did not turn around. He first gently bent down to lay the bloody flower in the grass like a personal funeral before standing to face his attacker.
His mood brightened when he saw Italy. He smiled brightly at the smaller nation. “Hello Italy, how are you this afternoon?” he said kindly, even as he bleed from his jacket. Before the war, he had wanted to be friends with Italy. He thought the man carefree and happy. He wished to be as carefree and happy. He never considered him a threat. He started to move towards him away from the fire. “We should move ourselves from the flowers. There is no reason to prevent their growth while we settle our dispute,” Ivan kept his smile as he moved towards Italy like a slow monstrous giant.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 2:08:05 GMT -5
For Feliciano it seemed like a rather easy task shooting at the man, wounding him to get information was also another excellent idea. Little did Feliciano know who he was shooting... Just as the bullets pierced the man, Feliciano felt the presence of a nation, at fist he looked around to see where this nation was but all he could see was a gunfight between his men and the enemy... Until the man he just shot turned around.
Ivan Braginski... The Personification of Russia, The leader of the Joint Pact and Destroyer of Nations turned around towards Feliciano, whom by comparison to Russia had never achieved such feats (Unless you count, of course his Fascist Era or food and wine consuming contests). Russia had always been an odd friendship if there even was one.
In peace time, Feliciano didn't really mind the Russian's company, although he could be a little shy and... intimidating at times, in fact now that Feliciano thought about it he and Russia had good relations before this war business started possibly even better than his relations with America! In war time however Italy wanted to stay as far away from Russia as possible, he'd barely been in any wars with Russia except for France when Napoleon was alive or in the Second World War. He had had a few fights with Russia/ Russians, like in Stalingrad and a cavalry charge he had won even when he had been outnumbered.
And now he was again... Facing Russia... Poland told Feliciano from a hospital bed, that Ivan was a complete psychopath and if he ever sees Russia he should continue firing... So why was Italy backing away? Oh that was it... He didn't really like the odds of fighting Russia, especially after he had just shot the man, should Feliciano shoot him in the head? No, it'll just regenerate in a few minutes probably... What should he do!!!
The shaking man tried to compose himself, "Ah... Russia! I'm actually going really ba- good today! E tu? How have y-you been? You want some pasta?" Maybe stalling for time would work! Italy continued to take steps back towards the truck. If things were about to get messy between the two there was always the white flag strapped to his back...
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jun 9, 2016 14:11:15 GMT -5
Italy must be excited for the smaller man continued to shake with joy as Ivan moved closer to him. Ivan felt happy to see it. He did not like how war could pull apart friendships. After all, Ivan only wanted what was best for his friends, and he hoped one day after the war, they could come to see his actions stemmed from love not hatred. It was nice to know Italy still wanted his company. He moved closer with a sweet smile on his face. “I am well, thank you,” he answered politely.
He pondered over the offer of pasta. It had been decades since he had the opportunity to taste authentic delicious Italian food. The food often made Ivan feel uncomfortable full after he was finished, but no one could deny the taste. He found himself nodding before he gave him a closed eyed smile. “Da, I would like to have your pasta, if it is not too much to ask,” he answered. An odd situation when violence and screams could be heard from the side. Blood already stained across the road and flowers as bodies laid limp on the ground. Ivan did not seem to notice. If he saw the battle not turning his favor, he would become involved then.
He moved even closer to Italy and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a giant bear hug. “I am very happy to see you, Italy,” he said, “I have had a trouble mind of recent, and it would be nice to chat with a kind heart.” He squeezed him a bit more tightly that would likely crush any normal human’s rib cage.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 2:04:27 GMT -5
What does one do when Russia runs toward you? Do you continuously shoot at him or do you let him come and try to be friends with you?
This is what faced Feliciano as Russia moved and hugged him, unfortunately for him he had chosen option two... And he was reaping it's results. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" Soon he was being embraced in a great bear hug, the Italian could swear that he heard something crack, that wasn't a good thing right?
"Oh mamma mia, someone help!!! Ahh!, how strong are you... ouch! Hey that tickles, ahhhh!" Something had to be done before his back was broken! It would be extremely painful, was Russia doing this on purpose? If he attacked, Russia would kill him! Then wake him up! Then kill him again! However there was one thing that seemed to be working out for him... The battle... His soldiers although initially surprised were starting to push the Russians back into the woods, especially due to the heavy weaponry they had been carrying.
While that was good it certainly didn't help his situation one little bit, would Russia notice and murder him? Feliciano then tried to be as hospitable as possible, that seemed to be the only way keeping him from being crushed. "Well silly, if you want me to make the pasta, then your going to have to let go of me so I can boil the water, si?" Hopefully the Russian would agree, otherwise Italy wasn't going to have a great time, with the only witnesses to that scene being the flowers.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jun 11, 2016 22:00:35 GMT -5
Ivan occasionally forgot his own strength. He had not always been strong, nor did he start out as such. Only some could be blessed with the strength to lift a buffalo as a toddler. Ivan, on the other hand, earned it through many years of challenges. He knew the taste of weakness. The inability to protect your family, watching as one strong nation after the next ripped them from your hold. He had felt the heavy hand of another nation ruling over him and his people. He knew of lost and defeat. The sounds of footsteps as they secretly left your home with no plans to return. The coldness. The coldness that no fire could chase away. He knew of weakness, and he took every step to become stronger and stronger. For the world had taught him the reality: without strength there is nothing.
He hugged the smaller nation tighter as he heard Italy scream with joy. He was quite happy to find out Italy felt thrilled for this meeting as well. He laughed softly at his jokingly calling for help. Italy could be so silly at times. He finally released him and smiled brightly. He did not notice his men struggling to hold the Italians, far too happy to see an old friend. “Da, it would be difficult in my arms,” he chuckled and looked at the trucks. Pondering it more, a road near a battlefield made it difficult to make pasta as well. It would be far simple to confuse blood with sauce, and Ivan did not wish to make the mistake. “Is it wise to do so here? I would be happy to join you at your place for dinner,” he mentioned, not wanting to invite himself over, it would be rude, but he suspected Italy would not wish to come to Moscow only to cook a meal.
Ivan took no thought about Italy’s home being farther into enemy territory. After all, it’s Italy.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2016 21:09:53 GMT -5
Like Russia, Feliciano forgot his own strength. That being he forgot he had any.
Sure, even though he had been a Great Power in history, he was really only a world force to be reckoned with before and during the Second World War... And look how that went... While Russia earned his strength through family struggles as a child who learned from his mistakes Feliciano had not... Feliciano oddly had quite a similar history with Russia albeit not as extreme.
While Russia had... unspeakable things done to him by the Mongolian Empire and eventually grew stronger through the knowledge of defeat and took every chance he had to become as strong as he was today. Feliciano ever since the Roman Empire died, became a pitiful but artistic country, inevitably Austria ruled over him, where he suffered child abuse like being beaten, being forced to wear maids dresses or being locked in dark rooms. But even through all that he hadn't really learnt anything at all.
It seemed like an eternity before Russia let go of Feliciano, when he did the Italian fell to the ground gasping. Not only could he not breath, but his back felt like it would've snapped any longer than that time. "Wow Russia!" Feliciano coughed "Your -coughing- really strong!"
When Russia suggested that they move off to his place he jumped, did he want Feliciano to take him to Italy or his base on the front? He wasn't so sure this was a good idea but what other choice was there? "Oh, do you mean in Italy? Or did you mean my base on the front?" So he was going to dine with Russia? Great! It could be worse... like being brutally murdered on this field!
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jun 13, 2016 20:10:57 GMT -5
Ivan considered his fortunes bright for having this encounter with Italy. His previous interactions with the United Allegiances members stemmed from being highly unpleasant to truly upsetting. He understood war brought out the worse in others, but he had hoped friendship could withstand temporary inconveniences. When Ivan eventually took control of the world, he would be certain all nations lived under his house and acted polite and kind to one another. There would be no cruel words or actions. It would be a perfect world, with many sunflowers, and large group gatherings. Italy gave him a glimpse into such a world, for even during war, they could act cordial to one another.
He watched as the brunette collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air. He tilted his head, slightly confused on why the Italian had difficulty breathing. Italians did smoke. Could that be impacting his lungs? “Oh!” he said somewhat surprised when he mentioned his strength. A blush of embarrassment crossed his cheeks as he knelt down to help him up. “I am sorry, Italy. I had not meant to hurt you,” he answered, hoping he had not offended his friend. He hoped he would not be disinvited from dinner for the action.
He smiled softly at the two options, still deaf to the battle that had moved into the forest. A brief strategist thought crossed his mind. If he ventured to the base, he could potentially learn more about their current supplies and level of involvement in this front. However, it increased the possibility of meeting other UA members, and he did not wish to damper her day with such a meeting.
“I am happy to be flexible to your location of choice, but I fear I might not be welcomed on your base,” he pointed out with a kind smile.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2016 3:13:12 GMT -5
Feliciano was rather surprised when Russia seemed concern for his safety... something that really worried him. He had heard stories that Russia was a sadistic maniac, who enjoyed watching people and nations suffer... From Poland and propaganda films that the United Allegiance set up, however miraculously the Russian seemed almost caring to Feliciano... hmm this could be used to Feliciano's advantage... If Italy could successfully maintain cordial relations with Russia... The power... Feliciano could hit on Russia's sisters!... Oh and capture or extract information from the man.At this point the Feliciano decided that he would finally put his efforts to maintain close relations with Russia to hit on Ukraine and Belarus, but far enough to maintain good relations with the United Allegiance, it was a fool proof plan!!!
“I am sorry, Italy. I had not meant to hurt you,” However just as fast as the Russian apologized Feliciano was up. "Ve~ don't worry about me, I know if you had ever wanted to hurt me I would be dead already!" That unfortunately was still a very real possibility... They may have been on "good" terms, but would that last when Feliciano captured Russia... somehow?
When he had given Russia the two options the man just smiled, “I am happy to be flexible to your location of choice, but I fear I might not be welcomed on your base,” Russia was right. How was he going to explain that Russia wanted to eat some pasta at the base, would they ask for a cease fire? Feliciano then had an idea... and idea that could screw up big time... "How about among those flowers!" He asked excitedly, "You like flowers, si? And I like pasta, so how about we hit two birds with one stone! You wait there while I get everything!" If Feliciano's idea worked... They would be the two birds hit with that one stone...
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jun 15, 2016 20:09:08 GMT -5
If Ivan could hear Feliciano’s thoughts he would not be pleased. If Italy cared for his safety, he would stay very far away from Ivan’s sisters. He cared for his sisters deeply, and when Ivan heard other nations whispering of his sisters physiques, he corrected their inappropriate chatter in ways some might consider violent. There was a reason his sisters were single. Ivan had yet to find a man worthy of them, and if his sisters were smart, they did not inform their brother when they dated. To Ivan, his sisters were perfect angels untouched by foul delinquents.
Thankfully, Ivan was blissfully unaware and still appeared concern for the smaller nation. He smiled. “Da, you are correct. You would be dead,” he chuckled. Ivan did not kill his friends though, so Italy did not need to worry. It was very rude to kill, betray, or hurt a friend, except when your friends fail to meet required friend responsibilities.
Ivan liked the idea of eating among the flowers, but as he briefly glanced back at them, he saw the blood drenching them. His mood dampened at the sight. Unfortunate. He returned his gaze to the shorter man and smiled partially. “I would like, but a bit father out,” he stated, “I will find a spot.” He would have preferred to visit Italy’s home, mostly because he wanted a break from the war, even if it as brief as a day. He did not want to ask too much since Italy offered to cook. He would be thankful for the moments he could steal. He started walking down the road to a better location, not trampled over by humans and blood.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 2:42:41 GMT -5
Feliciano truly was excited. A way to stop thinking of the war, eat pasta and to talk with a... friend, if you could call Russia that. However Russia's next comment took Feliciano out of his delusions: “Da, you are correct. You would be dead,” The brunette stopped in his tracks as he went to get the cooking utensils, what was he doing? Did Feliciano just agree to eat dinner with a murdering psychopath?... Sure his human rights record in the past was almost equally as sick as Russia's but he no longer did those things anymore.
Russia's very thoughts were right: It was very rude to kill, betray, or hurt a friend, except when your friends fail to meet required friend responsibilities.
Russia's responsibilities was to be sane... Feliciano didn't exactly think that Russia was in this category.
Feliciano's spot he had chosen for their dinner wasn't really Russia's choice of location, this was perfectly understandable due to the fact that that area was in fact drenched in blood. The taller man told Feliciano that he would walk to find a place further out away from the battle... Speaking of the battle, the Italian turned, it seemed like a slugging match between two boxers. The Russian side would fire a volley of bullets downing his men, while the Italians would throw a volley of grenades... Feliciano didn't know if they were effective or not but he could here screams in the background, even if his men could win the battle... There was still Russia himself to deal with... Going into his truck he wondered how he was going to pull off his daring objective... Would he shoot Russia through the head straight away? Get a mortar team to destroy the two of them together and then collect what was left of them? Do a similar stunt Germany did? Poison Russia's pasta? He was a qualified chemist after all. So many choices to kill Russia yet so few that may cause harm to himself, Feliciano had better play along with Russia until the opportunity presented itself.
Feliciano grabbed all the ingredients and utensils he'd need and quickly tried to catch up with Russia, "So Russia, how do you like your pasta? What kind of pasta would you like?"
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Dec 19, 2016 11:18:59 GMT -5
Ivan folded his hands behind his back as he walked down the road away from the screams and gunfire. He almost appeared numb to it. He had spent so many years on the battlefield, death had become the norm. He almost seemed light as he moved down the road, trying to find beauty in what was here. Not only would he fine a nice patch of flowers, but he would be graced by Feliciano’s company and his delicious pasta. He heard him behind and turned his head as he came up on his side. “I do not have a preference. I am certain no matter the pasta, it will melt in my mouth,” he smiled at him. He continued to walk until the battle sounded somewhat distant. He walked over to patch in the woods and pointed. “Would here be okay?” he asked.
He started to feel a tad embarrassed by the inadequate situation, but in times like these, he supposed one must be flexible. He actually had many questions for Feliciano. The man had always been very kind and wise when it came to friends, and Ivan needed help. While he could always ask his sisters for advice, they either became too emotional or not emotional at all. He eventually took a seat in the patch of grass, and looked to Feliciano. “Do you need help with making it?” he offered, as if avoiding what he really wanted to talk about.
He finally took a deep breath and tried to settle himself. “I am very happy we came across one another. I feel it is a sign, for my mind has been troubled lately. You are very experienced in love, da?” he asked quietly, fidgeting with the edge of his scarf.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 18:40:36 GMT -5
They continued walking to an area where the sounds of battle were distant, Feliciano liked it that way mostly due to the fact that food tasted terrible when dead men were nearby, that was for him at least, other nations may not really care all that much where they ate. Hearing that Ivan did not mind what type of pasta that was given, Feliciano decided to stick with a classic that everyone knew: spaghetti. The Russian seemed to really trust or like Feliciano which the Italian found quite odd, it wasn't as if Feliciano was hated, in reality he was liked by most nations despite his odd habits and reputation as a backstabber. Feliciano never expected Ivan to like him so much that he wouldn't attempt to kill him... For now, that thought made the brunette gulp.
They finally reached a small clearing in the woods, not too far from the battle but to far to hear Feliciano scream for help or mercy... What the hell was he going to do!!! "That's good!" Feliciano replied, in a shrill voice.
At that moment Feliciano began preparing to make dinner for the two of them, taking numerous kitchen appliances powered by batteries out of the crate, he began food preparation by boiling a pot of hot water while beginning to make the tomato sauce. Feliciano was a bit unnerved and embarrassed, due to the fact that he felt the Russian's eyes staring through him as he started cooking, what made things worse was the fact that he had his back turned to Ivan so who the hell knew what he was doing behind Feliciano!
When Ivan offered to help, Feliciano froze. He was the personification of Northern Italy! (Well, practically all of Italy) Not to offend Ivan, but the Italian felt a certain pride when it came to food, he was the only one who could do it properly, he had been cooking this sort of meal for centuries! But then again, Ivan was scary, stronger and could easily kill him... Maybe Italian pride could be sidelined for now, the last thing he needed was being imprisoned in some Joint Pact prison camp.Then again if ladies were there...
"Sure you can Russia! Anything for you!" Feliciano smiled, well not anything... He motioned for Ivan to put the spaghetti in the packet into the boiling water.
As Ivan went to do this the Russian went to talk some more... Feliciano stopped. Wait w-what did he just say? “I am very happy we came across one another. I feel it is a sign, for my mind has been troubled lately. You are very experienced in love, da?”
Feliciano was debating whether he should run away screaming... H-he didn't swing that way!!! D-did Ivan mean what Feliciano thought he meant! Ivan didn't play for the other team... right? Because if Ivan did... Oh mamma mia!!!
Paling to an almost snow like color, Feliciano answered in a small but high pitched voice: "Y-y-yes... I am..."
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jan 6, 2017 19:48:09 GMT -5
Ivan watched Feliciano as he pulled out the many cooking appliances, somewhat amazed he had so much on him in a military convey. He supposed it would be expected from a nation known for their delicious foods. He fiddled with a piece of grass as he looked over him, noticing the slight jerkiness of Feliciano’s movements. If Ivan did not know better, he would think Feliciano was nervous. That made little sense because Ivan had no plans to kill him today.
When he agreed, he quickly stood up to help. He did not wish to be a bad guest and not assist the host when asked. He took the packet and tore it opened. His strength had been a tad too much though and he ended up ripping the bag all together causing the spaghetti to fall on the ground. His face grew bright red in embarrassment. Ivan enjoyed baking, but it had been a very long time since he had actually cooked since Estonia, Lithuania, and Latvia handled most of the kitchen work. He immediately got onto his knees to pick up the pieces, muttering apologies in Russian. He felt terrible for ruining Feliciano’s meal before it started. He grabbed all the pieces and stood back up to hand them to him. “I am very sorry! I did not mean to ruin the meal,” he answered, burying his chin into his scarf to hide the red of his cheeks. He quickly moved back to his place on the grass. “I will stay out of the way,” he said, taking a seat and looking anywhere but Feliciano.
He waited for a moment, feeling even more embarrassed after his last question. It would be even stranger, if he did not continued, so he hesitantly admitted, “I am having difficulties with China. Could you help me?”
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