Madeline Williams

Canada’s calm and quiet; he would never say a bad word about Romano

Romano would be so damn calmed by Canada’s quiet nature; he wouldn’t even be able to be angry with him

CANADA WOULD FRICKIN’ DWARF ROMANO LIKE JFC

Romano’s so very damn stubborn and Canada’s polite enough to let him do his thing - but because Romano’s also A GODDAMN SWEETHEART he would make sure Canada was okay with it

They’d never say “I love you”; they’d just KNOW it

They’re both awkward bbies who would communicate with hugs and shy kisses

Romano WOULD BE SO FRICKING COMFORTABLE around Canada that he’d ACTUALLY BE AFFECTIONATE BECAUSE WOAH ITALIANS ARE ROMANTICS DUDE

They’re BOTH overshadowed by their brothers and forgotten - tho for different reasons but still

They BOTH have to put up with annoying siblings and have a history of sibling rivalry with said people (love those bbies tho)

Romano woULD ACTUALLY BE REALLY REALLY DAMN CAREFUL NOT TO HURT CANADA BECAUSE WOAH GUY IS SO DAMN KIND AND SWEET TO HIM

Let’s be honest; they both have self esteem issues probs

THEY COULD TOTES TALK ABOUT FASHION AND ROMANO COULD DRESS HIM UP IN ITALIAN CLOTHING AND GO “HOT DAMN U ONE FINE PIECE OF ASS”

Romano wouldn’t be used to Canada’s climate so intIATE FUCKING CUDDLE TIMES BY THE FIRE BECAUSE COLD ITALIAN IS FUCKIN’ COLD

CANADA COULD COOK BREAKFAST WHILE ROMANO COOKS DINNER FUCK YE

The large silver-white wolf stared at the girl. What were her intentions? Was she one of them, a hunter? He didn’t smell the familiar scent of blood mingled in with her scent; in fact, her scent was so deliciously tantalizing that he was struggling to not pounce on her right then and there. No, he didn’t want to eat her, but that scent… Oh god, it was like catnip to a cat. He was silent, but she noticed him anyways; granted, in the moonlight, his fur shone like a moonbeam, so her seeing him was not surprising. 

He slowly made his way towards her, ears flicking as he stayed aware of his surroundings. If she was a hunter, she wouldn’t be alone, and he’d hear her friends. It was hard to sneak up on him. As he moved closer, she began to move back, and was speaking to him. She was no hunter; she was a frightened little girl. He let out a huff at her words, his ears flicking back in response to the word cat. What annoying creatures. 

She kept talking, and he slowly kept moving forward. What a curious creature. She was cute, and so young… didn’t she know better? When she continued backing up, he took a seat, his tail thumping lazily on the ground. He wasn’t going to attack her, and he wanted her to be aware of that. She really didn’t pick up on that though, and when she moved back into a spiderweb and shrieked, he flinched a bit. 

She freaked out as she got the spider web out of her hair, and he couldn’t help but laugh at her. It was a strange sound, a mix between a half bark and a snort, but the laughing stopped immediately when his eyes connected with something that changed his world completely.

Was that a scar? His scar? 

He didn’t think; in the long run, he PROBABLY should have, but his body reacted on instinct. He moved from a sitting position to a leaping one in a matter of moments, and he was on the girl. He tried to land as gently as possible, but it was hard to do that when you were the size of a small car. Sharp green eyes stared down at her, down at the line on her forehead. They searched her expression. This was his soul mate? No way. She was barely old enough to be legal (was she even legal? He wasn’t entirely sure!). He continued to stare at her; he knew she’d soon get over the initial shock of being pinned down by a giant wolf, but he was going to memorize her face.

The Canadian was honestly surprised when the giant wolf didn't do anything else besides the staring. The eyes looked smarter than they should have, more human, (and a part of her mind wondered if wolves even normally had green eyes) but no amount of watching Disney movies as a kid made Madeline think she should try communing with the wild creature. She knew wolves wouldn't normally want to get near a human at all unless they were rabid or habituated. In a case like that, the only real response would be to fight the wolf, making herself more trouble than she was worth.

The Novgorodian prince jumped at the intrusion, quickly standing up to both greet the messenger and ask what he was bothering them for. Ivan was surprised to hear that he had been summoned to the throne room; what could his father possible want from him?

He was even more surprised to hear his father order him to gather a party and kill the dragon. It wasn't that it was highly unusual for Ivan to personally go on missions to help his kingdom, but the timing seemed a little strange. Especially because Ivan knew of a group of warriors who would be able to take down the dragon without him. “Alright, Your Majesty, I will gather warriors and go at daybreak tomorr-“

"No, I have already picked your escorts. You will leave as soon as you have eaten and have prepared, the congratulatory feast for Grand Duchess Madeline of Canadia will have to wait." King Zima replied sternly. Now this really surprised Ivan, he had never not been able to pick his own men before. But the King had ordered it, so it had to be done.

"Yes, Your Majesty. It will be done." Ivan bowed slightly, his hand over the scabbard on his hip. 

On the other hand, the chance to see around the countryside seemed too tempting to pass over. Summer wouldn't last long in Novgorod and the blonde doubted she would be allowed to wander around at another time. Plus it would be more of a chance to get to know Ivan, so hopefully they good be more than strangers by the time the two of them got married. She didn't really want to be a part of the killing, but...

"Could it fly? If it was let out, I mean?" The dragon looked like it might be old enough to fly, but it's wings were probably weak from disuse. It stepped forward cautiously, until it was within arm's reach of the two monarchs, and Maddie disregarded common sense to put a hand through the bars and let the dragon sniff her fingers, watching it carefully to make sure it didn't snap at her. The animal seem suspicious, but moved forward again until her still fingertips brushed it's snout. There was a breathless moment where the princess gently grazed her fingers across it's soft fur and it pressed against her hand like a cat looking for an ear scratch. Then, the door behind them slammed open and the dragon sprang back, startled.

The disruption was a court messenger who hastily bowed before explaining "Your Majesty, the King would like to see you in the throne room immediately."