Doors [Hetalia: Russia x Reader]

"Hey Ivan, thank you for walking me home today," you said happily, beaming at him.

"Da, it was no problem for Ivan," he replied, his scarf trailing after him gracefully. "Especially when it is to a special friend, [Name]!"
You blushed slightly. "Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow—but I need some help with that science project, so if you could help me a little, that would be great…" You dug around in your backpack, searching for your keys. Your brow furrowed with concentration as Ivan looked at you curiously.

"Can [Name] not find her keys?" Ivan asked innocently, opening the screen door for you. Curiously enough, your keys had disappeared—and you'd thought you had put them into your bag while you had stuffed the last of that waffle into your mouth as you left the house, too.

"If you'll excuse me, [Name]," Ivan chirped happily. He stood in front of the door with his happy smile, and then hit the door with his palm, with the simple movement of moving his arm up a perfect 90 degrees. Two seconds later as you gawked, the door creaked open slowly, the latch on the door hanging from a loose screw with a few splinters of wood raining down onto the welcome mat. You bit on your lip, inhaled slowly, and then exhaled.

"Thanks, Ivan."

"It was not a problem, da!" He gave one last wave as he disappeared around the corner of the street. Slightly worried about where your keys went, you dumped out your bag. And again, oddly enough, your keys fell onto the floor with a dead jingle—it was in the same pocket you searched, except it wasn't there before. You shivered.

"Ivan…"

You could hear him "kol"-ing down the street, all the way.