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....is the scientific way of saying, "I can't live without you."

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"What's wrong, Maria...? I thought you didn't like the cold." Ivan asked, turning back to see her shivering body. He wanted to give her his coat since he was so used to the temperature in Russia, but Maria insisted that she didn't need it. He was wondering why since her body said otherwise...

"I-I didn't say that...I just, never had s-snow at all in my country. I did have rain though. I-In fact, I always l-look forward to it during the summer..." she replied, returning him a reassuring smile, unaware of her stammering.

Then she moved her hands quickly and covered his eyes. "Hey Ivan, tell me..." she whispered, as he shivered at the warmth of her breath that was so close to his ear. "What was the color of the flowers you were looking up ahead?"

"...Yellow," he whispered, smiling at his imaginative sunflowers then eventually the woman who was standing so close to him, carefully covering his eyes. Never did he feel so protected and warm ever since he met her touch.

She laughed, removing her hands. "They were white," she giggled, looking back at him with that same glow on her face he remembered back at the Philippines.

Ivan shook his head, a compassionate smile emerging from his face. "They were covered by the snow, if you look closely..." Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her hands lightly and lead them to the field.

When they arrived, he pulled out a single flower and brushed some snow away, revealing the brightest shade of yellow Maria had ever seen. "You are like this flower Maria..." he held it out to her, enclosing it with her fingers.

"...Even under so much snow and almost no sunlight, you always managed to preserve that unending glow within yourself..." he blushed slightly, averting his eyes from her surprised expression.

He only saw colors after he met her. It was always black, gray and a lot of white. He only knew now that yellow wasn't the only color that brought him warmth.

It was just his favorite.

It was the one that brought a smile to his face.

It was the same one that...brought him to Maria.

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A/N: Okay, um. There have been so much Russia/Piri, I just felt like I had to make one myself...D8 I'm such a sucker for bandwagons.

-picture is based on the first two paragraphs. 8D

Hahaha! Hope you like it!

Description
....is the scientific way of saying, "I can't live without you."

=

"What's wrong, Maria...? I thought you didn't like the cold." Ivan asked, turning back to see her shivering body. He wanted to give her his coat since he was so used to the temperature in Russia, but Maria insisted that she didn't need it. He was wondering why since her body said otherwise...

"I-I didn't say that...I just, never had s-snow at all in my country. I did have rain though. I-In fact, I always l-look forward to it during the summer..." she replied, returning him a reassuring smile, unaware of her stammering.

Then she moved her hands quickly and covered his eyes. "Hey Ivan, tell me..." she whispered, as he shivered at the warmth of her breath that was so close to his ear. "What was the color of the flowers you were looking up ahead?"

"...Yellow," he whispered, smiling at his imaginative sunflowers then eventually the woman who was standing so close to him, carefully covering his eyes. Never did he feel so protected and warm ever since he met her touch.

She laughed, removing her hands. "They were white," she giggled, looking back at him with that same glow on her face he remembered back at the Philippines.

Ivan shook his head, a compassionate smile emerging from his face. "They were covered by the snow, if you look closely..." Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her hands lightly and lead them to the field.

When they arrived, he pulled out a single flower and brushed some snow away, revealing the brightest shade of yellow Maria had ever seen. "You are like this flower Maria..." he held it out to her, enclosing it with her fingers.

"...Even under so much snow and almost no sunlight, you always managed to preserve that unending glow within yourself..." he blushed slightly, averting his eyes from her surprised expression.

He only saw colors after he met her. It was always black, gray and a lot of white. He only knew now that yellow wasn't the only color that brought him warmth.

It was just his favorite.

It was the one that brought a smile to his face.

It was the same one that...brought him to Maria.

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A/N: Okay, um. There have been so much Russia/Piri, I just felt like I had to make one myself...D8 I'm such a sucker for bandwagons.

-picture is based on the first two paragraphs. 8D

Hahaha! Hope you like it!