*Awkward Hetalia spasm*

It is an anime, and it's a stereotypical show-ish.
For example, russia makes condoms and drinks vodka all the time. France is a pervert.

 

And I can't continue the story if nobody votes damnit.

 

^w^ By the time I get home from school, the votes might Or at least should be in. If they're not, I'm going to write the Ivan story.

 

RUSSIA IT IS.
The plot is from the beginning when everyone was chibi and grandpa Rome watched Feliciano and lovino

 

> It's only the beginning Lifty. Any crikey....I have to charge my iPod, do some gymnast stuffs and finish homework. LIFTLES! ANSWER MY TEXT-

 

Ivan stood in the harsh, cold winds of Russia. Waiting for the bus, he blew his brown-blond hair out of his face. His eyes were a sweet, violet color and he wore a scarf.
He knew plenty of people in Russia, and knew everyone in his small town.
He glanced around, to see anyone that he might recognize.
He saw a girl, who looked a lot like him.
She pushed her hair out of face and shoved her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
The tip of her nose seemed to glow a cardinal color.
Her ears were shrouded in her hair, as she buried her face in her purple scarf.
Ivan glanced down at his fawn colored coat, to amuse himself that this stranger had the same one!
"Er...Hello?" he said, just barely making a scratch against the freezing winds.
"Hello." her voice chirped, with a Russian accent.
"I don't believe I've seen you around here, stranger."
"How would you know?" she said, her voice losing its happy tone.
"Well, I know everyone around here. I see them everyday."
"Seems fair. My names Moscow."
"Moscow?"
"Yes, my parents think it's a beautiful city, and Apparantly I'm not their 'city'. What's your name?"
"Ivan..."
"That's a cute name, it fits you." she said, pushing her glasses up.
He smiled, and his face turned to a pale crimson.
"You okay? Your face is pink-ish."
"Oh..." he said, looking down at the fleece white snow beneath their feet.
"Are you waiting for the bus?" she asked, trying to clear the awkward silence between them.
"Yeah...I'm going to the museum..."
Her face brightened. She grinned and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Well Mr.Ivan," she started. "Why don't we go together? I'm going as well."
He smiled and stood up, taking her hand and walked onto the bus, and sat down with her.
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Like it? :3

 

Oh Jesus.
Lifty, give me a minute.

 

Damnit katie should have given me more time!

 

I did, Lifty.