Chapter 42: Show them your B-~

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"Sunflower? My little sunflower it is time to wake up." I groan rolling tugging the sheet over my form. The voice chuckles shaking me gently once more. "Come on we have to go." "I don't wanna." Moaning the phrase childishly. "Is that so? I guess I will have to use force." I ignore the words moving my head in a more comfortable position on my fluffy pillow. Suddenly my ankles are grabbed and I'm dragged off my bed. My eyes shot open when I see my form thrown over Ivan's shoulder.

Blushing furiously I try to look at him "W-what are you doing?!" "Taking my little sunflower to my big sister's though I am not to sure being in your pajamas will be a good first impression." I blushed more swing my limbs frantically. "What's wrong with basketball shorts and a tank top?" He set me down with a smile. The Russian pushed the (h/c) mop of hair from my face to place a tender kiss onto my forehead. "Nothing. Now get ready my little sunflower." My cheeks turn a little red but I nod complying to his wishes. He leaves my room shutting the door behind him softly.

I release a sigh realizing today was the day we were to see his older sibling, even though I occasionally bumped into her in the past this would be our true first meeting. Throwing a glance to the clock that reads: 5:43 a.m. Geez why so early? I sweat drop. Before processing the subject any more I decide it's was time for me to get ready. With a change of clothes in hand I head to the bathroom.

After taking a quick shower, brushing both my teeth and hair I slowly descend the stairs. Wearing a pair of skinny jeans, (f/c) shirt, the fabulous winter coat from Antonio and of course the sunflower converse, I plop my figure onto one of the sofas. Five minutes later the Russian appeared in his normal physique accompanied by his famous childish grin, he put a gloved finger to his lips signaling for silence. I assumed for the reason that the Baltics were sleeping and he didn't want to arise them from slumber. Nodding at the motion I get up and tip toe to the towering nation.

"You look nice." He whispered resting a hand along my cheek. I smirk a little "Well of course I'm awesome," then I add blushing slightly "You look nice too." Quietly the sound of laughter rumbles through the Russian's throat. "But I always wear this." I blush even more averting my eyes elsewhere "It just means you always look nice." Glancing at the nation in the corner of my eyes, his cheeks pinken a bit but he beams even more. "Let's go." He whispers softly into my ear. Again I nod and follow him to the door deliberately shutting the entryway as we exit.

Outside Russia's vehicle, a black SUV, is parked in his driveway. Even though he did have transportation, often we would walk place to place because the capital was so near plus it was just fun to stroll about. The nation climbs into the driver seat and I go in the passenger side. He starts the automobile and I smirk "I'm surprise you don't have sunflowers painted on it." Throwing his head and arm back to gaze behind so he can properly reverse, amusement covered his facial expressions. "They ran out of yellow." I sweat drop replying "The sad thing is that I'm not sure if you're being serious or not." The towering man's gaze shifted back to the front once he was done and managed to pull out the driveway. "Oh but I am. I was extremely disappointed so I burnt the place down." "W-What!?" I stuttered overwhelmed by shock. Diverted the country held a hand up in an effort to calm me. "I am only kidding." Sighing contently he threw a glance over at my form "You are rubbing off on me. Now I am going to be weird." I let a single chuckle "Correction, you mean awesome." He turned the steering wheel going to the highway stating. "Yes, awesome." I grin at him "Well at least we can be awesome together." After saying it I began to blush realizing how it sounded. The male saw my face only to flush himself with a smile ruffling my hair. "I would love to."

After 30 minutes the conversation died and the Russian pop music took over for a few hours. With my (e/c) gaze firm on the window my mind wondered to numerous subjects. The scenery of trees here for only one second only to fade away the next and be replaced by newer ones, replayed over and over. Then it hit me.

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