Right now you were standing at your bus stop. The cold morning air nipped at your nose, making it feel more like winter than spring. Although the sun was shinning, a light frost still covered the green grass. You clutched your black sketchbook closer to your side as you impatiently waited for the bus. Around you other kids chatted away with their friends.
"Hey bro!" a voice called out.
Turning your attention to the new voice you noticed your American friend walking towards you. His blonde hair blew slightly in the wind. He zipped his bomber jacket up more as another gust of wind hit him.
"Hey Alfred," you greeted with a smile.
"Why does it have to be so cold! Why can't we live in Florida!" Alfred whined as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"I quite like the cold, snow is pretty as well." you smiled. "It's like tiny dancers."
"I still wish we lived in Florida." he huffed.
You noticed the bus coming from down the street. "Well at least the bus will be warm." you laughed as Alfred stood beside you as the bus pulled up.
The large yellow vehicle pulled up and students flocked to the doors in hopes of escaping the bitter cold. You smiled one last time at the sky before walking onto the crowded bus. Standing at the front, your eyes scanned the seats in hopes of finding an empty one. Your eyes met Alfred's blue orbs, he gave you an apologetic look as he sat beside Arthur.
You noticed that the only seat that was available was one beside Ivan. He was a tall man from Russia with the most interesting purple eyes. Despite his child like appearance many people were scared of him. Sighing you began to approach the back of the bus and towards Ivan. Even though he had many rumours about him, you still managed to have a crush on the Russian.
"May I sit here?" you asked quietly.
Ivan turned to face you with a childish smile. "Da, go right ahead ____." he smiled as he moved his bag by his feet.
"Thanks," you stated sitting beside the tall man.
You placed your bag by your feet. You opened your sketchbook and propped it on your legs. Taking out your graphite pencil you began to sketch on the snow white paper.
"You are very good at drawing," Ivan's voice stated snapping you out of your concentration.
"Oh, thank you," you smiled as you began to draw again.
"May I look at your drawings?" he asked.
"S-Sure," you stuttered as you swiped the eraser shavings off the page and handed him the book.
Ivan gently took it from your hands and began to sift through the pages. Gingerly turning each page with the up most care, being careful not to accidentally smudge the pencil. Ivan's eyes held a childish glint as he turned through the pages.
"This one," Ivan pointed to a picture of a sunflower being blown in the wind. Snowing lightly dusted on it's petals. "I like this one the best."
"T-Thanks, sunflowers are my favourite kind of flowers." you admitted with a smile as he handed you, your sketchbook back.
"May I ask you a favour?" Ivan questioned. You turned to face the Russian with your brows furrowed.
"D-Depends on what it is," you stated scared of his favour.
"Can you paint me a sunflower?" he asked hopefully.
"Yeah sure, I can start after school-"
"You don't have to do it right away," he stated.
"I-It's no trouble Ivan. I have art club anyway." you confessed tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
You noticed the bus pull up behind the school. Swiftly you tossed your bag over your shoulder and bolted from your seat and off the bus towards the large school. Leaving a smiling Ivan by himself as he slowly got up from his seat, chuckling to himself.
It was after school and most of the students have already began to trek back home. You on the other hand were beginning to settle down in the empty art room. You set up a large canvas and began to collect the paint that would be needed.
After setting down your tile that now held the primary and neutral colours. You walked over to the iPod dock, popping your own device onto the dock. You pressed the shuffle button and waited for the music to fill the quiet room.
You smiled as the beautiful tune of your favourite song filled your ears. You walked back over to the canvas and picked up your tile and brush. You inspected the canvas and pondered about where exactly you should start. After a few moments your brush finally made contact with the canvas.
Your brush smoothly and gracefully danced across the canvas leaving behind streaks of yellows and greens. Smiling to yourself you began to add some white and grey to the canvas.
"That looks very good da?" a voice startled you, causing you to drop your tile spilling paint all over the linoleum floor. "Oh, ____ I am sorry." the tall Russian apologized as he made his way over to you.
"I-It's alright. This isn't the first time that this has happened." you laughed as you bent over to pick of the fallen tile.
You held it tight in your hands as you tried walking over to the sink. Instead of avoiding the paint that laid on the floor, you lost your footing or in other words slipped on the mess. You felt yourself hit the squishy substance as it coated your face and body. A hand out stretched in front of your face.
You looked up to meet Ivan's worried expression. You grabbed on tightly to his hand as he pulled you up. You felt your feet slip underneath you; but instead of falling this time you felt someone support your waist. You smiled at the Russian whose coat was now covered in paint.
"Oh, no. Ivan I am so sorry," you apologized as you looked over his now colourful coat.
"It's alright, it need a bit of colour da?" he laughed much to your surprise. "Now, I think you need more colour."
With out another word, he bent down a slammed his hand into the paint. He looked at the colourful mess on his hands, a sly smile of his face. He stood up and pressed his hand to your face smearing the paint around. You laughed at his actions, in retaliation you grabbed some paint and smeared it in his hair.
You and Ivan ran around from quite sometime throwing paint at one another. That was until one of your handfuls of paint missed a ducking Ivan and hit your canvas. Leaving a hot pink smear over your once beautiful artwork.
"Ivan, I feel so bad now. I will restart tomorrow-"
"Nonsense, I like it better like this," he smiled inspecting the work of art.
"R-Really?" you asked confused, as you peered at the painting which look like a child had finger painted it.
"Da, but this is no masterpiece." he stated placing the art on the table. He turned around to look at you. "You are the true masterpiece," he smiled as he stroked your cheek.
"I-I am what?" you stuttered earning a laugh from the tall Russian.
"You are the true masterpiece, my little sunflower." he smiled as he bent down to your height pressing his lips to yours.
Surprised by his actions you began to blush violently. Soon you relaxed into the sweet innocent kiss, wrapping your arms around his scarf clad neck. You pulled away to look into his eyes, you swiped your hand over his nose. Which left a long streak of marble paint. You giggled at the stroke of paint. Ivan instinctively pulled you close to him, his chest rumbling as he laughed.
"Would it be weird to say that I think I loved you?" you blushed as you looked into Ivan's eyes.
"Net, because I love you too my little sunflower." he confessed pressing his lips to your forehead. "Come on we should clean up da?"
"Yeah we should," you laughed as he grabbed your hand intertwining your fingers. The two of you walked over to the sinks and began to clean the mess you had created large smiles planted on both of your faces.