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It wasn't that Bee had never ice skated before. She had. But she was also nine when it happened, which put it as something that happened nearly twenty years ago. And all that time ago, she hadn't been great at it.
Russia was about new experiences, right? Russia was about the idea of exploring things she had never tried before, so why not go skating? The blonde convinced herself as she picked up a pair of skates as resolutely attempted to put them on. It couldn't be too hard. The maid saw people doing it all the time. Children seemed to have no problem performing it. She would be fine.
Standing on the sharp blades she headed to the edge of the skating rink, holding onto the railing. When Bee stepped on the smooth surface, and the blade began sliding down she realized it probably wouldn't be as effortless as she had imagined. With great difficulty, the blonde managed to close her legs from the beginning of that split she had been opening, firmly locking her knees as she moved exceedingly slow. Her arms flailing on each side of her every time she nearly fell.
Bee slowly gained the confidence to slightly slide her legs, but she looked like Bambi on ice. Her weight seemed to go to the wrong side, and suddenly she was moving her limbs in the air in frantic motions, but falling was inevitable. With a thud, she hit the icy surface on her ass. The girl made a pained face but refrained from expressing it with words. She leaned to her side to ask for the help of the first person who passed by, but they either didn't hear her, or they completely ignored her attempt. "Hey, can you give me a hand?" she was already waving around in the distance, her voice a little higher pitched than it normally was.
