A tall platinum blonde man walked through the soft new fallen snow. Behind followed a young girl. She was pretty. Her hair was short, brown, and soft as the snow they walked on. Her eyes shimmered as if they were made of jewels. Her eyelashes were long and dark, like they were crafted by angels. Her clothing was simple: A pair of snow pants over 3 layers of sweatpants, a heavy coat over 3 sweatshirts.
"Russia! Wait up!" she called to the man in front of her as she was falling behind.
"Oh, I'm sorry Kyra." The man, Russia, replied, turning around to see where she was. Russia was handsome. His platinum hair fell into his face slightly. His light violet eyes showed both gentleness and coldness. He wore a long, tan jacket, brown leather gloves and boots. Around his neck, a soft, fluffy, pink scarf.
After about 5 minutes, Kyra finally caught up to him. They walked the rest of the way in silence. After about an hour, they reached Russia's huge mansion. Once inside Russia lead her in to a special room. The room was filled with blooming sunflowers.
"Wow!" Kyra breathed in excitement. "It's so beautiful!"
"Only you and the three others living here know about this." Russia stated. "It means that I trust you more than anyone else."
"Really?" Kyra was surprised by Russia's statement. "Why?"
"Because, I love you, Kyra" with that Russia kissed her gently on the lips.
FIN!