RussiaXfem!China
The first time she met him it was on a world meeting. China was standing by the wall, watching the others fool around and talk to each other. She saw America drag England along to the bathroom and didn't count on seeing them for while. America was always so cherry and full of energy. Maybe that was why England left her.
China gulped and looked away, this time she wouldn't cry. She looked at Italy, who was clinging on to Germany's arm, talking about pasta and art and stuff like that.
She felt a sting of jealousy in her chest. She looked down on her own hands.
They were harsh and dry after hours of work. Nobody would ever want her to touch them. She sighted.
Suddenly a shadow fell over her. She looked up at the person in front of her. He is tall, much taller than most of the others in the room. He is pale except for his cheeks which glow red from the cold outside. His eyes where violet and looked childish at first sight. But when she looked again she could see something more, someone who had seen horrible things. An old soul.
He broke her toughs when he shyly greeted her.
"Hello" He said and smiled. He had a Russian accent.
"Hello" She answered, still looking up at him.
"Why are you standing here all alone?" He asked.
"Oh, don't worry. I just taking a pause from all the talking" She quickly said, giving him a slight smile in return.
"If you say so. Have a nice day, miss China."
He turned around and slowly walked away from her, only once looking back. She wanted
To call him back and ask him to stay and talk for a while but when she decided he was already gone. She wondered what his name where, because he could hers. She really wanted to know.