The Sky and the Sun
Because Ivan never forgot the day he met the place where the sky was the most beautiful blue and the sun graced him like never before. RusBras
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“This fic is for those who love Brussia and want to get a taste of what it would be like if it were real. And the way this fic captivates you is surprising!! This is the kind of fic that you read and realize that the Hetalia fandom isn't dead yet In short: If you ship Brussia, read it, because this fic is incredible!!”
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Every day that goes by, problems are plaguing our poor Luciano more and more, but Ivan will always be there to tell him that everything was fine.
In any square in any place, there is a certain boy who usually hangs around. Smiling at the people passing by, he sings a random song, which suits that sunny morning. "He's a really lovely person, don't you think?" People talk, envying all the joy that overflowed from him. And he answered them with that beautiful smile. "What a happy person he is." This is the view others have of him.
During the meeting, the Spaniard rambled on about the marriage that had not ended well. Spain X Austria (with mention of France) The time that Spain was married to Austria became known as the House of Habsburg and lasted about two hundred years until the last king of the Spanish line died and they only found an heir in France.
His name is Francis Bonnefoy. He's 35, but he prefers to round it up to 34 or 36. He's never liked odd numbers. He was born on a 14th of July in Toulouse. I could talk about myself, but it wouldn't make sense. Francis remains a protagonist, and I, however, have become a mere spectator.
Even though he was full of work and barely had time to finish it, he always ended up doing his bidding. And I always don't know if I should be mad at him or at myself for not having the strength or desire to deny this idiot something.
Samuil wondered when he had fallen in love with Xavier. [Luxembourg vs. Bulgaria; Luxbul]