Fifty Years- RussiaxAmerica (DrabbleFic)

    

    It's been nearly fifty years. Fifty years since I last saw Ivan. Fifty years since I've felt his strong arms wrapped around me. Fifty years since our lips collided. Oh how I've longed for this day! 

    I see a tall, familiar figure standing at the end of the long boardwalk in front of me. Slowly, the figure turns around to face me. I froze. Tears begin to well in my eyes. I don't care, I let them fall. The figure begins running towards me. I can see sparkling tears rolling down his cheeks as well. Warm arms wrap around me tightly. Before I can speak a pair of  lips crash eagerly onto my own. I know now that I'll get to be with Ivan forever.