Russia hates when the first snow falls. His mood is so dark that Estonia hides, Latvia falls over his own legs (to Russia's joy, because it gives him a reason to punish the boy for being clumsy) and Lithuania tries to continue on with the day like normal as if it could force it to become so
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Next Winter's Snow 2
anonymous
December 18 2009, 14:59:59 UTC
Russia shreds his coat, then his shirt. He is freezing but he always is. The deal with Winter is more than it appears on the surface. Russia carries some aspects of winter with him all the time, it keeps him cold even the warmest of days. It causes even the most beautiful fields of sunflowers to wither and die if he stays too long. It makes Lithuania shiver from the chill instead of desire and that is the one ting Russia can never forgive Winter for.
“Another year together,” he says and the wind echoes his words back. Because he knows he has no other choice in the end.
Russia draws the sword he has by his side, his beloved water faucet is left at home for the moment. This is why he loves the faucet so much, swords are soiled by this ritual of submission. Soviet should not need to perform pagan rituals, not when he publicly denounced all gods. He cuts deeply into his arms and bleeds into the fresh snow. One winter Russia refused to leave his home. He had enough. He was Soviet and he needed no one. Especially not Winter who told him
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Next Winter's Snow 3/3
anonymous
December 20 2009, 19:03:56 UTC
The scars never fade. Russia keeps the coat on always. Only Lithuania has seen him without it but Russia had made sure to teach him to not ask questions before that. No one should know about his scars. No one should know that the Soviet Union is not almighty and must submit to the whims of the old powers like everyone else.
“Soviet will fall, because all empires fall,” the wind says.
“Never,” Russia replies.
“But we, you and I Kiev, we always remain, different names but always us. You and I will last forever.”
“Yes...”
That is one thing he can agree with. Russia had liked going to Germany. Germany was nervous but polite, Japan as unapproachable as ever and Italy so adorable that he wanted to take him home. He refused to believe that Germany had betrayed him until the end
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Re: Next Winter's Snow 1
anonymous
January 17 2010, 17:18:40 UTC
I read the fic and it's pretty good. I like the way you characterised Winter as an invisible ancien power. Russia is great, as always, being sympathetic even though he's a crazy sadist.
Well, just so you know, Moscow wasn't the capital when Napoleon failed to invade Russia. It was Saint Petersburg.
This anon wanted to write something about Russia and General Winter too...
Russia hates when the first snow falls. His mood is so dark that Estonia hides, Latvia falls over his own legs (to Russia's joy, because it gives him a reason to punish the boy for being clumsy) and Lithuania tries to continue on with the day like normal as if it could force it to become so ( ... )
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“Another year together,” he says and the wind echoes his words back. Because he knows he has no other choice in the end.
Russia draws the sword he has by his side, his beloved water faucet is left at home for the moment. This is why he loves the faucet so much, swords are soiled by this ritual of submission. Soviet should not need to perform pagan rituals, not when he publicly denounced all gods. He cuts deeply into his arms and bleeds into the fresh snow. One winter Russia refused to leave his home. He had enough. He was Soviet and he needed no one. Especially not Winter who told him ( ... )
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“Soviet will fall, because all empires fall,” the wind says.
“Never,” Russia replies.
“But we, you and I Kiev, we always remain, different names but always us. You and I will last forever.”
“Yes...”
That is one thing he can agree with. Russia had liked going to Germany. Germany was nervous but polite, Japan as unapproachable as ever and Italy so adorable that he wanted to take him home. He refused to believe that Germany had betrayed him until the end ( ... )
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And thanks!
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Well, just so you know, Moscow wasn't the capital when Napoleon failed to invade Russia. It was Saint Petersburg.
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