Phoenixella

 A heavy snow was falling outside Russia's, or Ivan's house. You were fatally sick, and you were in his room relaxing.  You frowned at the grim reminder that you could die at any second.  "I brought soup for you, sunflower..." You heard a certain Russian speak solemnly, a sad tone to his voice.  You smiled, pushing a 'thanks'' out from your hoarse throat. He looked at you, smiling his same adorable way. The way you'd seen him smile, before he met you. ~Flashback~  About 5 years ago, you had moved to Russia, into a small apartment. You entered the small place, placing a box onto the marble counter and gaping at it's emptiness.  Not even

Warning: Somewhat limey~ ;3 [(h/c)=Hair color;(s/c)=Skin color] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   You shook up another mix of tequila, smoothly sliding it towards the customer who had ordered it. You sighed lightly, running a hand through your (h/c) locks and scanning the room. You felt a hand snake around your waist and you flipped your head around to face the pervert. You held your hand behind you, ready to slap someone when your eyes met a vibrant violet pair of eyes. "Ciao, my darling _______~!" Flavio smirked, rocking you left and right as he slipped his hand into yours. You rolled your eyes, wiggling o