A/N: I know, this was originally the first chapter of my story, "Life Isn't Fun When the World Wants to Hurt You". Pft. It didn't make sense where it was to me, so I decided to make it a oneshot.
Enjoy, and if you haven't read my other story yet, please do so~! *shot for self-advertisement*
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She remembered.
With a flash, it all came back to her still fragile mind.
She remembered sitting in the snow for what seemed an eternity for the first time, as fresh in her memory as if it had been five seconds ago.
She remembered him; His kind words and eyes, his childish smile as he noticed her watching him. His voice had helped her, as she had never heard another nation's voice before.
When the storms had happened, she remembered him comforting her, holding her close. He would run his fingers through her platinum hair, and she would wrap her arms around his waist, his scent calming her. He smelled of sunflowers, of summers long and harsh, he smelled of, of happiness.
If a large thunderclap sounded, she would normally flinch, burrowing into his large coat. As her frail arms tightened around his large middle, he would sing a song for her, a lullaby from his lands.
"Minka Minka, when I leave thee,
How my sad heart always grieves me.
When I'm gone I long to be with
Minka Minka, mine."
Often times he would stop and look down at her, she would stop her shivering to glance at him, and he would gently smile down at her, warmth filling his normally cold eyes.
"When I see the full moon shining,
Then for you shall I be pining.
Minka Minka, fairest maiden,
Minka Minka mine."
By this time she was usually asleep, huddled into his warm jacket, a smile on her small face.
Dreaming.
Dreaming of large fields of sunflowers, and of her friend's smiling face.
Dreaming of happiness.