You sit yourself at the end of your bed, close your eyes and lie down. Slowly falling asleep, you let yourself relax a little more and sigh. But your peace and quiet is disturbed by the doorbell. You sit up again, agitated and hop to your bedroom door. "COMING!" you yell as you open the door. Then, before you can take a step forward you spot a ghostly figure at the end of the corridor. You start to scream as 'it' steps towards you when you suddenly recognize 'it'. It's Russia so you smother the scream, as you don't want to get the wrong impression to him. But how did he get in? You locked the door...
"Hello! You were taking so long to get to the door that I let myself in!" Russia answered, like he had just read your mind. But he didn't answer one thing,
"But, I locked the door," you respond quietly. Russia hasn't heard. He stepped briskly into your bedroom before you can stop him. You turn a bright pink then a deep crimson as he looked at your bedside table and desk. You have a lot of pictures of the countries on them but even more of Russia. You soon turn a bizarre shade of pinky-green as he looks closer to find your diary, laying open, on a page where you wrote and drew a lot about Russia. He starts to read it and then turns the page, the page where you wrote about the time when Russia jumped off a plane and got badly injured, also how you were anxious and driving yourself insane of this. By this time you had fainted quietly and Russia started reading the next page.
I've heard that Ivan has finally recovered and I'm really glad. Now that he's recovered I can start recovering myself. I just can't live with knowing that Ivan's in pain. I have to suffer myself to feel worthy of life, so I've been starving myself. I did drink a lot of water though to keep me going since Ivan was still alive. But as soon as he was back to his usual self, so was I. I know we're only friends but I don't know how I'd live without him. I know we're only friends but I'd be lost without him. I know we're only friends but...
I love him."
Russia dropped your diary and blushed. He turned around as you were waking up. You were still slightly pink and light in the head. Russia slowly crouches down next to you.
"Is this really the way you feel, err, about me?" Russia whispers.
He stands up again and mumbles something about using your bathroom. He scurries out of your bedroom and slips into it. He locks the door and stares at himself in the mirror before starting to smile and then looking down at the floor. He's been in there for 5 minutes when you knock at the door. He opens it and then, still looking at the floor he blushes.
"Is everything alright?" you ask a bit suddenly, breaking the silence. Russia nods as he finally meets your gaze. It sends pleasant shivers down your back and then back up making you blush too. After what felt like days but could have been seconds, he says
It doesn't make sense until you remember what happened possibly minutes ago.
You close your eyes and exhale before opening your eyes again to see Russia's purple-blue eyes but it was already too late. Russia had started to kiss you and you couldn't help but kiss him back. It's so strange yet relaxing you want it to last forever but Russia pulls away a bit too quick for your liking.
He sighs, blushes and goes back in, this time with more passion than ever before. Russia may be feared by many but he isn't really what you first think of him. All you ever need to do is KNOW him and FEEL him and he won't be like he is made out to be. You may have been the first one to do that and the first one to be where you are now, completely in him and never forgetting it.
Oh and another thing, you never found out how he got in.