[Part 8] Russia - he makes snowmen to keep him company
anonymous
August 4 2010, 10:29:55 UTC
Full request here: There have been fills about the critters other countries appear with (Canada and his bear, Australia and his koala, England and his fairies, think I saw one about Iceland and his puffin) so how about Russia with that little snowman Himaruya drew him with?
Since Russia didn't really have any friends when he was little (except for his sisters) he would build snowmen and pretend they were his friends, giving them names and talking to them...and then getting inconsolably heartbroken when his friends melt in the spring and die. Or when the Mongols/Sweden/Poland/invading army of your choice shows up and kicks his snowmen over just to make him cry.
Bonus: He still does this in the present from time to time, when he feels really lonely. Bonus Bonus: Someone catches him doing this (talking to the snowmen, being really upset when the snow melts, etc) Bonus Bonus Bonus: That someone is America.
Winter, Snow and Warmth [7/?]
anonymous
August 4 2010, 10:34:11 UTC
Russia didn't really remember anything - that alluring voice which he feared and despised, yet found comforting had told him that it was switching places again. It also told him that Mongolia would no longer trouble Russia and he'd have to attend to the cut on his side and Пётр
( ... )
Winter, Snow and Warmth [8/?]
anonymous
August 4 2010, 10:42:49 UTC
Russia woke with a start, and while rolling over to get his pipe, misjudged the distance to the side of the bed, consequently falling off with a resounding thump.
Never mind, he thought. Lithuania will be along to help me in a moment. So he waited, looking at the ceiling.
This bed wasn't as big as he remembered. The ceiling had more cracks in it. And what was that flag, hung up on the wall? It wasn't his - although the white-blue-red stripes seemed familiar... Suddenly it came back to him. This was his flag. The Russian Federation's flag. And Lithuania wasn't going to come for him. Lithuania lived at his own home now. Which also meant his sisters, that shaking mess, and the guy who locked himself in the library for days were also not here
( ... )
Winter, Snow and Warmth [9/?]
anonymous
August 6 2010, 14:59:23 UTC
As he suspected, he'd not slept well and therefore was late to the meeting. It was the usual chaos expected of these meetings: America, England and France were bickering aimlessly over who had the best hair between them, with Veneziano, China and Romano talking about food, the remaining Axis powers sitting quietly at one end of the table, and some ghost who always seemed to be there. However, when he walked in, silence fell for a moment, as, he believed, they assessed his mood, on whether it was a good day or not. He gave a smile, despite his own knowledge that he hated the meetings, and they resumed their activities, forgetting that the arrival of the final member meant they could begin. Russia quickly took his seat and froze the smile in place, because he was used to this avoidance by now. Strangely enough, America was the first to talk to him, even if it was more yelling at him
( ... )
I'm so glad your back anon! I was addicted to this when it first started, but then you went on hiatus, and then I stopped checking it, and then out of the blue I check again and THREE NEW PARTS ARE UP! *Anon calms down* But seriously this is great, Russia breaks my heart, I hope he gets some love soon ): I laughed at the hair competition bit, those three would :P Keep up the great work Anon!
Winter, Snow and Warmth [10a/10]
anonymous
September 3 2010, 10:27:43 UTC
In his pent-up anger, fuelled by several hours in the air to Saint Petersburg, and the deadening taxi ride further north still, he flung the case as hard as he could down the hall, grinning at the crunch as it slammed against the wall, and the thunk when it hit the floor. He marched down the hall, pushing the door shut with a harsh click, and kicked the case with all his might. In blind fury, he was soon mashing it to pieces with his boot. It wasn’t snowing yet. There were clouds darker than black in the sky, but no flakes had fallen.
Several moments later, he loomed over the barely distinguishable case, giving it one final kick before storming back out the front door, feeling slightly calmer for taking his rage out on something. Stopping only to seize a bottle of vodka, he found a bench in a nearby park, and sat.
Because it would snow, and he would wait for it. All night if he had to.
Russia supposed that he must have slept, because he woke up. When he did, he was freezing cold, and it felt like he was weighed down by something
( ... )
Winter, Snow and Warmth [10b/10]
anonymous
September 3 2010, 10:32:17 UTC
“But you’ll never-" feel those hands around your throat, that manic laugh in your head which no one else hears, the silent whispers, the cloying taste of blood. He stopped, forcing himself to remember that this was his mortal enemy. Any moment, at any weakness or crack in the façade he showed would be brutally laughed at. “You’ll never truly know, will you? How decent for you, America. Now why don’t you skip back to all your friends and have a good time and leave me alone,” he spat venomously. A small part of him reasoned that it was unfair; America had not insulted him further than saying what was common knowledge, even if it stung a little. Russia poured chloroform on that small part of him, and it subsequently shut up
( ... )
Re: Winter, Snow and Warmth [10c/10] (Final chapter)
anonymous
February 26 2011, 03:54:02 UTC
Anon, I'm not OP, and I just read it now, but it's so beautiful, and beautiful, and Russia is so cute here that I want to hug him, and you know, you actually made me cry!! This was perfect, author!anon *-*!!!
Since Russia didn't really have any friends when he was little (except for his sisters) he would build snowmen and pretend they were his friends, giving them names and talking to them...and then getting inconsolably heartbroken when his friends melt in the spring and die. Or when the Mongols/Sweden/Poland/invading army of your choice shows up and kicks his snowmen over just to make him cry.
Bonus: He still does this in the present from time to time, when he feels really lonely.
Bonus Bonus: Someone catches him doing this (talking to the snowmen, being really upset when the snow melts, etc)
Bonus Bonus Bonus: That someone is America.
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Never mind, he thought. Lithuania will be along to help me in a moment. So he waited, looking at the ceiling.
This bed wasn't as big as he remembered. The ceiling had more cracks in it. And what was that flag, hung up on the wall? It wasn't his - although the white-blue-red stripes seemed familiar...
Suddenly it came back to him. This was his flag. The Russian Federation's flag. And Lithuania wasn't going to come for him. Lithuania lived at his own home now. Which also meant his sisters, that shaking mess, and the guy who locked himself in the library for days were also not here ( ... )
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*Anon calms down*
But seriously this is great, Russia breaks my heart, I hope he gets some love soon ):
I laughed at the hair competition bit, those three would :P
Keep up the great work Anon!
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It wasn’t snowing yet. There were clouds darker than black in the sky, but no flakes had fallen.
Several moments later, he loomed over the barely distinguishable case, giving it one final kick before storming back out the front door, feeling slightly calmer for taking his rage out on something. Stopping only to seize a bottle of vodka, he found a bench in a nearby park, and sat.
Because it would snow, and he would wait for it. All night if he had to.
Russia supposed that he must have slept, because he woke up. When he did, he was freezing cold, and it felt like he was weighed down by something ( ... )
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This was perfect, author!anon *-*!!!
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