Chilled
Belarus stands on a vast, snowy plain in her homeland. It seemed endlessly barren, with only but a few trees and distant mountains.A crisp breeze whistles and blows her platinum blonde hair and ruffles her dress. She is ankle-deep in crisp,frozen snow, and she feels a numbness begin to creep up her limbs. She narrows her navy blue eyes and stares blankly into the white expanse ahead of her. Frost had settled on her features, bitter, and yet somehow welcoming to her. I was born into this coldness... And I will die in this coldness... She thinks to herself sullenly, Nobody loves me... I try to force them, but I want somebody to be there by choice! She sighs and collapses to the ground, soft snow cushioning the fall. The bitter cold cradles her body, until it is consumed by numbness. This is the way it is meant to be... numb...and painless... Her thoughts whisper,This is the way I'd like it to end. I wonder what it would be like... to die here... She wants to go through with it so bad, it is not like she has anybody to stay for. It is not like anybody would miss her! She felt tears begin to pool in the corners of her eyes but she immediately wiped them away with the sleeve of her dress. She must not show weakness, for she is Belarus, and her frightening reputation must not be ruined. She was known for being a cruel, frightening figure, and if that image of her was to be changed, she really did not know what would happen. Her whole life she has been a distant, macabre girl, with a equally disturbing glare. She has never known anyone who loved her, or felt any gentleness directed towards her. Belarus has always been alone. She stiffens when a sudden wave of despair courses through her body. Suddenly crippled by this intense emotion, she couldn't stop herself from sobbing. She thought how nobody cares enough to give her a genuine smile or kind look. She thought about how they think of her as a detestable person, who has no real feelings, and is as cold and cruel as her snowy country. But little did they know that this girl felt human emotions. Little did they know that she despised them for their nonchalance towards her. Each and every day she contemplated just ending them all, but despite her reputation, she could never go through with it. This is because she knew what it was like to hurt, and even with her hatred of them, she did not want to physically harm them. She shut her eyes and sank deeper into the soft snow and simply thought to herself. About all of the things that made her sad. About all of the people who hated her. About what she could change about the past... After a few more minutes of this, she sighs and stands up and stride back towards the cottage that she shared with her brother Russia, and her sister Ukraine. They look at her with curious eyes as she walks in. Her skin is tinged blue and frost is lightly coating her body. Ukraine knows that Belarus was outdoors sulking again, and she jumps to her feet to comfort her sister. The display seems affectionate, but Belarus sees the fear and reluctance in her sister's eyes, and she knows that nobody will ever accept her.