Russia

*Russia watches you two leave, he feels a bit lonely*

Kitchen. Come on.

shes eating fish again

That cat has better food than most people I know. *shakes head with amusement*

not bad kity

No, she's not. *smirks* Like her owner.

*blinks slowly, processing his words* ...was that a compliment? *kity purrs loudly in her lap*

As long as you need.

*week later belly biger*

*stops mid-step, eyes widening* Romania... *steps closer, hand hovering uncertainly near her stomach*

*tears up again* really...? *searches his eyes* youre not just saying that?

*cups her face* Never. *kisses her deeply*

*melts into the kiss, hands gripping his shirt* russia... *whispers against his lips*

No. *traces her features with reverent fingers* They'll have your eyes, your smile... *voice thick with emotion* But hopefully my patience.

*laughs softly* dont say that... *squeezes his hand* theyll be perfect either way

*kisses her palm* They will be.