The Russian's Dream
Ivan was sitting on the front porch knitting a scarf for his beloved. A scarf to keep her warm during the winter. A scarf to repay the one she had given him all those years ago. The scarf was a deep blue. Blue like her eyes that reflected the vastness of her nation's skies. Eyes that looked at him in adoration and innocence. They were so unlike his amethyst eyes that only reflected violence and cruelty.
He would occasionally stop and stare at the immense sunflower fields during his work. Inhaling their scent carried by the gentle breeze. The scent reminded him of her. For she smelled like the flowers that represented her nation. His eyes drinking in their bright color. The brightness of the sunflowers lit up his world, just like his maiden's smile.
He hummed as he worked. Excited for when he could place the gift in his beloved's hands. Her hands were quite calloused from years of agricultural work. He didn't mind for her hands would gladly encompass his, even though his hands were stained with the blood of millions.
He continued his work. The sun was setting and the sunflowers' faces had turned to follow it. He was almost done and his sister would soon return to him from her work in the fields. Though exhausted she would run to greet him. Her large breasts bouncing to the rhythm of her steps. Their massive size only eclipsed by the size of her precious heart hidden beneath them. Ivan smiled at the image in his mind's eye. Her heart had to be expansive to be able to love a monster like him.
She would be so happy to receive his gift. He could almost feel her wraps her arms around him in delight. Those arms that were his home. "Yekaterina." He whispered the Ukrainian's name.
He was then overcome with a shock of freezing air. The fields faded and his eyes opened to his dark room where he was cold and alone. "Damn you, General Winter!" He cursed. He took a sip of vodka from the bottle on the bedside table. The hot liquid burned down his throat providing temporary relief from the chill.
He then went to his desk and began working on the azure scarf he has been knitting for centuries. He will give it to her when it is finished. Maybe then, she will return to him.
Author's note: This piece is based off a theory I have. Russia always dreams of a warm place with sunflowers, right? Sunflowers are the national flower of Ukraine and its weather is a bit more temperate. So it is my belief that Russia wishes that he was back with his big sister.