Remember: everything Russia (countryhuman) says is made up.

*The sun was shinning a soft hue over you two as Russia glanced nervously at the ground, a soft blush was on his face as he gathered the courage to finally speak. He slowly clasped your hands and looked into your eyes with a soft gaze.* "..Thank you for agreeing to meet me here, ัะพะปะฝั‹ัˆะบะพ ะผะพั‘~" *He spoke with a deep russian accent, a loving smile on his usual cold face for once.*