She sat alone, staring out the window at the flakes of snow floating by. Each one a tiny, delicate little flower, a beauty.
Natalia never felt beautiful.
She never felt warm or soft or any of the other emotions a little sister might feel. She wasn't like Liechtenstein or Taiwan. No, Natalia was her own category. A harsher category, true, but what would you expect? Ever since she was a child, an innocent little baby, Belarus had been different. She had been shy and reserved, and always defensive. She clung to her family, and if they were threatened, her instincts went off like an Arctic wolf's, sharp, snarling, and aggressive.
But while she protected others, no one did the same for her.
Everyone was too scared to reach out to her; they didn't know what she was really like.
What was she like? Natalia was a Russian sun, a rare beauty that was worth the wait. She was loyal, she was loving, she was the perfect girl for Russia to marry. She would walk to the ends of the earth for him, if he had asked.
But what did Ivan care? To him, she was just an insane little monster, something to run away from, to hide from and pray that she would be taken out of his life forever.
She knew it, but she still kept hoping...until now
Now, Natalia saw Russia and Ukraine sitting together companionably on the porch, stretching their fingers out to brush the icy chips sprinkling from the sky. They were happy together, and she was, again, unwanted
A tear slid down her cheek. She brushed it away harshly, almost savagely. Sh-She didn't care, one way or another. Her siblings were happy, and no one was hurt. That was perfect.
"P-Perfect" she whispered, "everything's just fine". Another tear rolled down until Natalia was standing wordlessly at the window, crying softly.
An arm reached out, and hugged her shoulder. It was unfamiliar, and Natalia's first instinct was to shove it away and pin its owner against the wall, knife at his throat. But she didn't. She blinked slowly and turned to see Lithuania. He was silent, cautious around her fierce temper. But she a secretly glad for his companionship. Even though she was rough around the edges, someone cared about her. She leaned against his chest and Toris took the opportunity to hug her gently.
Maybe, someone else would be willing to wait for her, to hold her until the sun shone in Russia