They sat somewhere around the back area of the bus, and she shivered. "So, where do you come from, Moscow?" "I come from Russia," she laughed. "I was born in Moscow itself." "Thats ironic." Ivan said, scooting closer to her as a random stranger walked pass them in the claustrophobic isle. Her face turned Cardinal red, as he squished herself against the side of the freezing metal of the bus. Ivan felt awkward, probably invading her personal area. "Sorry..." he said, brushing her hair out of her glistening eyes. Her hands grabbed Ivan's pushing them down to the blue seat. "Please don't do that..." she said, covering her blush. He seemed surprised, and blocked his view of Moscow so he wouldn't turn pink as her scarf. Moscow went back to normal for a couple of minutes and then grabbed his hands. "W-What are you doing, Moscow?" "Shh...." she said, huddling herself close to him. A burly Russian man stepped aboard, glaring at everyone in anger. He spat in another stranger's face, and Moscow pulled Ivan closer, making them face to face. The man seemed to hiss, and stared at the two. He sat in the seat behind them, watching their every move. There was a random flump of snow, and the bus went over it. It caused Moscow to jump forward, making an accidental peck on Ivan's cheek. "Oh no! Sorry Ivan!" she said, covering her mouth and blushing. "It's okay, Moscow." "Stupid Snow." she growled, rolling her eyes. Ivan leaned forward, kissing her ear and whispered. "You're my city." She blinked, clutching the seat, and shivered. "Ivan-" "Hush Moscow, we're almost there."
Lolololol- Milan and Moscow happen to belong to me. :'D I haven't drawn Milan yet, but I do have Moscow. ;P
Moscow stared out the window, looking at the endlessly falling snow. It somehow shined, making it like a big, silky blanket. Ivan looked at her, and whispered. "Pretty, isn't it?" "Yes, it's beautiful." "Oh, I'm not talking about the snow, Moscow." "W-Wha? Then what are you talking about?" she asked, widening her eyes. "Moscow, I'm talking about you." She smiled, and started to cover her face and he said,"Don't do that, I want to see your pretty face." Moscow's face grew red, and she changed the subject. "Oh look, we're here!" She pushed her glasses up her nose again, and grabbed Ivan's hand and dragged him off the bus, staying close to him. She squeezed his hand, closing her eyes. Ivan smiled warmly, and shut his own eyes too as they walked around the small area of where there were animals that were stuffed and had an example of what they looked like in the wild. "Do you like the museum?" Ivan asked, while they were looking at the ocean animals. "Yes, Ivan..." He smiled happily as they Continued on to the world exhibit. "Hey Ivan...." "Yes, Moscow?" he replied. "I'm getting sleepy..." she said, rubbing her left eye, and her eyes started to close. "Okay Moscow, let's take you home." She fell asleep right then and there. Ivan picked her up, and carried her outside. "Where do you live?" Ivan asked Moscow. "Right over there..." she said, barley having one eye open and flinging her arm that way. "Okay, Moscow. Hold on for a few minutes." Ivan knocked on the door, and a man in a formal suit for Russia opened the door. "Yes?" "Are you Moscow's father?" "Yes, eh-What did you do to her!?" "Not-Nothing sir! She was tired and fell asleep!" "I know that, why is her face red?!" "I-I-" "Ivaaaaaan......" "Oh, and sir?" "Yes, 'Ivan'?" "You're daughter, is a city." "Excuse me?" Moscow weakly opened her eyes, and smiled. "She's the real Moscow, nobody can change her beauty." Moscow's jaw dropped and put a hand on Ivan's cheek. "It's true...." She kissed her hand, and placed it back on his cheek before falling asleep again. "You're my city, Moscow." ----------- THE END! Of this story anyway. Alfred (America) or Matthew? (Canada)