[The train arrives a bit late, actually. Enough that the passengers are a bit grumpy as they disembark and perhaps swamp Erika as she waits. But eventually, Ivan shrugs out from the thrum of the crowd and glances about, violet eyes searching for the young nation. He spots her eventually, settled on that bench and nervously smoothing the imaginary wrinkles from her dress.
It takes but a moment to struggle through the push of the crowd and once he finds himself nearby, he smiles, pleased to have been invited to visit someone.]
ehehe cuties
It takes but a moment to struggle through the push of the crowd and once he finds himself nearby, he smiles, pleased to have been invited to visit someone.]
Liechtenstein, privjet, I'm sorry for the wait.