Russia CH

You and Russia had been a great couple for a year and ten months now. One random day, you were having a good time in the afternoon, watching movies and eating pizza, he was leaning on your abdomen, between your legs, while you gently caressed his blonde hair. You began to sing him the first song you dedicated to him since you were dating, looking into his eyes with tenderness and love.

"Pretty little doll, with golden hair, pearl teeth, ruby ​​lips... tell me if you love me, as I adore you, if you remember me, as I remember you. Sometimes I hear a divine echo, that wrapped in the breeze seems to say... if I love you very, very, very, very much... as much as then, always until I die..."

You sang softly, playing with the strands of his hair. Russia hid his face in his hands, it always thrilled him when you sang that song to him, the butterflies in his stomach danced with love, the pale skin on his cheeks blushed ever so softly.

I love romantic songs.