Hello there, Silverlings~! So, this is my first little thing for the Hetalia fandom, and here's how it works! You lot suggest characters for me to write short little drabbles for, and at some point, I'll do it! Just know that I'm not writing lemons. I don't have the guts for such writing. Here we go with my first one, my own idea. Allons-y~!

~Silver

Paper Sunflowers

Kit sat quietly in her chair, waiting for the other countries to filter into the room. The World Meeting was going to start soon, and she were eager for the seat next to her to be occupied. She wasn't a country herself, just a tiny island off the coast of Europe somewhere in "no-man's" land, and had been attending these meetings as a guest for several months. The quiet, somewhat shy girl was friends with the rude and angry Italy brother, Romano. She was one of the few people able to put up with his constant complaining, and had learned to just shove a tomato into his face to shut him up. She had started attending the meetings as his guest, but quickly attached to the most unlikely country anyone could imagine.

Russia.

For some reason that no-one could fathom, the girl had decided to sit next to the large, intimidating country at her third meeting. When things had gotten out of control, per usual, she had commented something under her breath along the lines of them "behaving like baboons", and the man had chuckled and agreed with her. They talked quietly throughout the rest of the meeting, not noticing the alarmed and curious glances shot their way. Most of the other countries were terrified of the innocent-faced Russian, and Kit didn't quite understand it.

Sure, Russia often muttered strange, and often cruel and terrible, things under his breath. He was quite fond of threatening others, but did so with his most childish and innocent smile. His laugh, a strange "kolkolkol" noise, was pretty scary, especially when he was angry. He was large, the largest out of all of them, and it could be rather intimidating. However, under all of that, Kit thought he was rather sweet. He reminded her faintly of some of the small children who lived on her island, playing on the beach and making paper flowers with their friends.

"Hey, idiota, what's got you so distracted?" a familiar voice asked loudly, tearing Kit out of her thoughts.

"Ah, hey, Romano. It's nothing." she replied with a gentle smile.

"You're thinking about that damned vodka-leech, aren't you? I don't get why you're so into him. He's creepy." Romano commented rudely, sitting in his usual spot on your other side.

"He's not creepy, he's just misunderstood. You have to remember that he was abused by the Tzars when he was young."

"Yeah, and it's driven him loco. No wonder the guy's got no friends."

Kit sighed and glared at the rude Italian, who didn't seem to notice her irritation with him at all. Obliviousness seemed to run in the family.

"He has me." she reminded him, and he sighed and gave her a worried look.

"Yeah, and I'm worried about that. I don't want you getting too close to him, ragazza. He's unstable, dangerous. I don't wanna have to take you to a hospital if he hurts you." Romano tried to mask his concern for his friend with a noncommittal shrug.

"You do not have to worry about that."

Romano froze and went pale, looking over his shoulder at the deep voice that rumbled from behind him. Kit smirked softly as she saw Russia standing behind the Italian's chair, a cheery grin on his face and a glint in his plum colored eyes. Romano went even paler and seemed to shrink into his seat as Russia laughed at the horrified expression on his face.

"Kolkolkol. You should see the look on your face. You look like you have seen Death, da." Russia said as he sat on Kit's other side, taking a swig from the vodka bottle in his hand.

"Do you have to drink that stuff here, Russia? It smells awful." Kit asked, snorting as the strong smell of alcohol washed over her.

"Da. I like my vodka. Want some?" the man offered, sighing when she adamantly refused.

"Fine. More for me. How have you been since last meeting?" he asked.

Romano grunted and turned away, focusing his attention on insulting Germany, his usual target. Kit chuckled at him and sat back, relaxing in the presence of the country that sent most of the others crying for comfort.

"I'm fine. How about you? How is your sunflower garden doing?" Kit asked curiously.

At the last meeting, Russia had mentioned that his big sister Ukraine had given him some sunflowers to start an indoor garden. Russia loved the "little suns", and had been delighted by the gifts. It was too cold in his country to grow them outside, so he planted them in a little garden he "convinced" the Nordic States to build inside for him.

Russia sighed a bit at this and hung his head, and a dark aura of sadness settled around him.

"The little suns are dead. The cold got to them through the doors and windows, da. They froze within a few days of my planting them." he replied with a small frown.

Kit frowned back at him, patting his shoulder affectionately (quite the feat, considering how much shorter she was than him). She had never seen Russia sad before. Angry, annoyed, and even scared of his little sister Belarus, but never sad. It didn't seem right, and she knew that she had to do something to cheer him up. A sad Russia was not a good Russia, and who knew what kind of things he would do if someone irritated him while he was like this. She thought for a few minutes, then smiled as an idea came to mind.

Kit stood quickly and excused herself, walking quickly to one of the other rooms in the building with a hopeful grin on her face. She only hoped that she could find everything she needed.

Silver's Awesome Time Skip

Several minutes later, Kit returned to the room with several sheets of construction paper, glue, and some markers in her arms. The meeting was in full swing, and most of the countries were too bust arguing to pay her any attention. Romano shot her a quick look before returning his attention to yelling at Italy, who was in turn crying and clinging to Germany's arm like a scared child. Kit returned to her seat next to Russia, who lifted an eyebrow and gave her a curious look.

"What is all of this for, da?" he asked as she set the items she had brought on the table in front of them.

"I'm going to teach you how to make paper sunflowers. Kids on my island make them all of the time. We're going to make you some little suns that won't die." Kit replied somewhat shyly, her face blushing a soft pink.

Russia grinned widely at the idea, and she was surprised to hear a childish giggle from him as well. She smiled and began to slowly show the man what the islanders did to make the paper flowers. It took him a while to memorize the steps, but once he got it, he was grinning happily and making as many sunflowers as he could. They made them for the rest of the meeting, and when they left, Kit was very surprised when Russia gave her a bone-crushing hug and a gentle kiss on the head. Romano noticed, and ranted at her for the entire ride back to where her boat waited for her return to the island, but the girl didn't pay the angry Italian any attention.

Silver's Awesome Time Skip

End of Next Meeting

Kit sighed as she waited for Romano to stop yelling at Spain. He was her ride to the dock, and she was starting to grow impatient with him. She still had things to do back home. A gentle prod on the shoulder alerted her to someone's presence, and she turned to see a grinning Russia at her side.

"Hello there, Kit." he said cheerfully.

"Hey Russia. What's up?" she replied.

"I wanted to show you something at my house. I can drive you to the dock afterward. Will you come with me, da?" he asked innocently.

"Uhm, sure. Let me tell Romano."

Kit turned to where the Italian was still arguing with Spain and yelled at him.

"Hey, Roma! I'm going over to Russia's! I'll see you later, alright?" she called at him, earning a surprised and concerned look from him and the other countries nearby.

"What!? Have you hit your head and lost your mind, idiota?" Romano snapped, turning his fury on her.

"No. I'll see you later." Kit replied with a sigh: Romano's rudeness was borderline idiotic.

"Fine, but don't come crawling to me when something happens to you." Romano snorted back, wilting at Russia's harsh glare. The larger nation chuckled.

"Kolkolkol. That never gets old, da. Come on, Kit, let's go." Russia grabbed her hand and practically dragged her out of the room, the other countries shooting her concerned looks as they watched the scene unfold.

It was a relatively long drive to Russia's house, and they chatted casually for the entire ride. Kit was really curious as to what Russia wanted to show her, but he refused to answer when she brought it up. He would simply laugh and change the subject, or point something out in the towns they passed through. He was clearly excited about something, though, as he grinned widely for almost the whole ride.

When they finally arrived at Russia's large house, he led Kit to the front door before stopping her.

"Are you ready to see a surprise?" he asked, tightening the large scarf he wore around his neck a bit as a cold wind blew by.

"Yeah. Anything to get inside. I'm not used to such cold weather." Kit replied, shuddering.

Russia smiled and pushed the door open, ushering Kit inside and following before slamming it closed behind them. Kit was stunned to see that Russia had made more paper sunflowers. A lot more. The small objects were just about everywhere, and the inside of the house looked like a sunflower field. It looked like Russia had shoved them into any place he could fit them. Russia smiled as she looked around at the sunflowers. It had obviously taken him a lot of time to do all of this, and she couldn't help but wonder what the other nations that lived in his house thought of the little suns.

"Wow, Russia...that's...that's quite the impressive garden you've got going." Kit said with a smile.

"Da. I have lots of little suns now, thanks to you. I wanted to return the favor. I have something for you." Russia replied with a sheepish grin.

Kit blushed and smiled as Russia walked into another room, returning a few moments later with a long, hand-knitted blue scarf. Kit's smile got wider as the large nation wrapped the scarf snugly around her neck, stepping back to admire her.

"Did you make this yourself?" Kit asked, tracing her fingers over the soft yarn.

"Da. Do you like it?" he blushed softly at her.

"Yes, very much! Thank you, Russia!"

"Of course. It looks very good on you, my little sun."

Kit blushed brighter and gave him a curious smile.

"Why did you call me that?" she asked.

Russia simply smiled and hugged her.

"Because you brighten up my day like a little sun would, da~!"

Eeurgh, this was crap. Hopefully I'll get better. Tell me what you thought, and let me know which character I should write for next (if you want me to write more, that is). Until then, Allons-y~!

~Silver