Russia smiled. A smile of childish innocence. Of a child's cruelty. Cold snowflakes fluttered around him, a gentle breeze blowing through his pale hair. Russia had a rose tint to his cheeks, one single crystalline tear rolling down. His smile fell, and he collapsed in the snow, snow flakes gently settling on him. Russia curled up in the soft snow, more tears falling down. He was so alone. Everyone feared him. Everyone hated him. He was so alone. He only wanted to have a single friend. A single person to treat him normal. Sadly, that wasn't what fate had in store for him. He would forever be alone.
Russia walked into the world meeting. Everyone in the conference room froze, some of the weaker nations hiding behind others. Russia smiled at everyone, his childishly sweet, and childishly cruel smile. He took his seat by Estonia, who cringed, and he still had his smile. Though he was smiling, inside, his frozen heart was cracking. Was it so hard for just one person to look at him as something other that a monster?
Russia day-dreamed during the entire meeting, thinking of a world where everyone was his friend. Where no one hated him. Where everything was warm and sunflowers grew everywhere. That was his idea of a perfect world. He just wants to have friends. The meeting ended, and Russia went calmly back to his hotel room, trying, pretending, not to notice the hateful and fearful glares the others cast at him.
Russia got to his hotel room and immediately too a long, hot, shower. After, he stood in front of the mirror, his bright smile shining. It didn't quite reach his eyes, though. Slowly, his gentle smile fell. He knew his smile wasn't real. It hardly ever was, anymore. Just a mask so that no one would be able to tell how their looks and comments really hurt him. Russia put his pajamas on, determined to sleep the rest of the day away.
Russia sank into blissfully dreamless darkness; he never dreamed. That didn't last very long though. Russia was walking through a field of sunflowers. A few of the other nations were with him. The Allies. The Baltic's. They were laughing and playing together. The sun shone bright on the gathered nations and flowers. Russia smiled. Everyone was finally his friend. All too soon, as Russia was expecting, the bright, clear sky darkened. Black, ominous clouds rolled in, and more of the nations appeared. They were gathered around Russia, surrounding him. They were glaring, their hate plain in their expressions.
The nations started yelling at Russia. He sank to the ground, trying to black out their words. He covered his ears, this isn't real. It can't be real. The nations slowly closed around Russia, their voices rising as they mixed with the thunder. Rain soon cascaded down, cutting Russia's exposed skin like ice as lightning crashed. Russia screamed as the wind increased and the rain froze, cutting his exposed skin. His bright red blood mixed with the water, the nations' voices competing with the crashing thunder.
Canada woke to the sound of someone screaming in terror. Canada groaned and rolled over, burying his face in the pillow. Why couldn't America wait till he got home to watch horror movies. Canada heard the scream again, and he realized it wasn't America. America was down the hall, and all of the other nations were either in meetings or out partying, but that came from right next door. That was Russia's room. Canada jumped up as another scream tore through the room. What was happening to Russia!? Canada jumped up and immediately ran to Russia's room.
Canada knocked on the door quietly. "Russia?" Canada's voice was soft. Russia wouldn't have heard even if he was awake. So, Canada tried again louder. And louder. And louder. Finally, Canada reached the decibel level of a normal human. Russia, still immersed in his nightmare, couldn't hear Canada. Canada tried to open the door, which was, of course, locked. So, Canada pulled out a credit card and picked the lock. He eased the door open and walked inside. He walked to Russia's bedroom. He saw the taller nation thrashing around in the bed, sweating and shaking.
Canada rushed to his side, placing his hand on the mans shoulder, shaking lightly. Canada shook Russia harder, but he wouldn't wake from his nightmare. Despite the sweat covering Russia's body, he was frigid, as cold as ice. Canada put both of his hands on Russia's bare shoulders and shook him as hard as he could. "Wake up, dammit!" Russia jumped up, tears falling down his cheeks. His clouded purple eyes met Canada's violet ones. Russia pulled Canada into his arms, sobbing against his neck. Canada, unsure of how to react, wrapped his arms around Russia, doing his best to comfort him.
After Russia's tears had finally stopped falling, he pulled back. He brushed his hand lightly against Canada's wet neck. "I'm sorry." Canada shrugged. "Don't worry bout it. I'm waterproof." Canada paused, unsure if he should ask what happened. He took a deep breath. "Russia, what happened?" Russia looked away. "Nothing. Just a nightmare." Canada nodded, then got up. "Well, goodnight Russia." As he was about to leave, Russia caught his wrist. "Wait. Will you... will you stay with me? I... I can't really sleep alone."
Canada was unsure of whether or not he should stay. After a moment of thinking it over, he nodded. Russia smiled shyly, and moved over in the bed, pulling back the covers. Canada smiled back, and climbed into the bed with Russia. "Thank you, Canada." He smiled. "Goodnight Russia." Canada went instantly asleep, tired from having had a long flight, then the long meeting, and dealing with Prussia. Russia, however, stayed up a little long, smiling at the precious Canadian. "I wish we could be friends." He ran his hand through the small nations hair, playing with it, before pulling his hand back and going to sleep. Unbeknownst to Russia, Canada was still awake. Canada smiled and turned to face Russia. "I want to be your friend."
Canada woke first as the morning light filtered through the heavy curtains. He smiled as he realized Russia had wrapped his arms around the thin nation, and that Canada had, at some point during the night, snuggled into Russia's warm, bare chest. Canada snuggled against Russia again, burying his face against the sleeping nation. Russia's arms were around him firmly, but not uncomfortably, and Canada knew he wasn't going to leave any time soon. He quickly drifted off to sleep, embraced by Russia.