Drunken Daniel's stupid love song to KatyushaOnce upon a time it happened that Feliks invited Daniel and Katyusha over to have some chat and a good time in the evening. Then this friendly chat turned into two guys drunkenly flirting with the girl, who kept laughing at them for the silly things they said. But the best part was maybe when Daniel grabbed Katyusha and started a slow dance with her while he was singing a weird Hungarian love song, which she didn't understand, but it amused her when he sang the Russian words of the song with the weirdest pronunciation ever. And he replaced the girl's name in the song to "Katyusha" as well. The poor Ukrainian girl only had a rough idea what the song was about, but she kept smiling and followed Daniel's occasionally clumsy moves.Drunken Daniel's stupid love song to Katyusha by leakittychan
The song he sang went like this:
"Helikopteren jön a Kedvesem, (My dear one comes by helicopter)
De soha nem velem, soha nem velem (But never with me, never with me)
Nem a háztetőn, nem a fák alatt, (Not on the rooftop, not under th
Stupid Snow (Russia x Reader)Stupid Snow (Russia x Reader) by Komeko-chan
“Snow, snow, snow, and more snow,” _______ griped, glaring at the white fluff as it engulfed her boots. “I hate snow.”
Ivan chuckled but didn’t comment. It was common for most people to hate snow towards the end of winter, but _______ hated it before, during, and after, no matter the time or season. It was something she simply disdained.
_______ kicked at a thick chunk of ice. She sighed and stuck her hands in her pockets, feeling unusually grouchy. It was like she could never get warm during winter; there was always a breeze that squeezed its way through a window, always a chill that seeped through thick jackets, always a cursed cold that went deep into the marrow of its victim’s bones. Ivan never seemed to mind snow or winter or chills, and despite his being Russian, she didn’t understand it. Didn’t it bother him even a little?
“I don’t get you,” she grumbled, scowling at the
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"Sorry Frenchie, but we don't serve fancy wine here."
France never thought he'd find himself in such a seedy British pub being stared at by a dozen overweight men, but it was his only hope of winding down after another rough argument with England.
"My God, why are England's citizens all so ugly? Do they even brush their teeth in the morning?" France thought to himself as he swallowed his beer with difficulty. "Not that England himself is hideous, but still..."
Just then, the pub doors swung open loudly as an attractive blonde entered and sat down next to him. A couple of the men in the pub began to ogle her shamelessly.
He initially thought that the young woman was a foreigner, but he was proven wrong when she began to speak to the bartender in an unmistakably British accent.
For the next ten minutes he was completely fixated on her, watching her every move to the point that he didn't even notice England walking in, ordering a