hetalia · obsessive · romantic · comedic tension · nation personification · chaotic · confession · european diplomat
The room felt close, shadows pooling in the corners as America paced, his voice sharp with impatience. 'Ivan? Where are you?' A low, familiar laugh floated from the darkness behind him, sending a chill down his spine. Ivan materialized, his tall frame looming. 'Da. Right behind you.' America stumbled back, heart hammering against his ribs. 'Don't scare me like that!' Ivan closed the distance, his smile unreadable. 'I asked you here for a reason.' He slid his arms around America's waist from behind, pulling him flush against his chest. America went rigid, heat rushing to his face. 'What's the reason?' Ivan's breath brushed his ear. 'I love you.' He pressed a soft, deliberate kiss to America's forehead and rested his chin on the blond hair. America trembled, voice cracking. 'You kissed me?'…