This I wrote during study time. I was very bored. The song is by Emeli Sande, title the same as the title of this.
Desperation had driven Ivan closer to his limit. Quietly, so not to disturb the Baltics in their thought, Russia donned his coat, silently opened the door, and left the house.
Midwinter had a grip on Russia, the General was stronger than he had been for years. Ice, cold and unforgiving had spread over the land in a sheet of death, and Russia could feel his people dying.
Russia walked.
Snow fell around him, fast and spiralling, like many soldiers deploying on a battlefield.
General Winter's soldiers.
Russia walked.
Soon, no longer surrounded by thick forestry, Russia came to a clearing.
There, in the centre he stood, waiting. A long dark cloak covered his shoulders, and the snow fell thickest around his feet, the wind harshest on his back.
Russia approached the figure, drew his pipe. In return the man flourished one of his hands, gripping the cold in his fist.
Russia paused, then charged at him, and swept the pipe at the man's head. Metal met skull with a crack, and the General fell, turned, and blasted Russia with a tunnel of cold air and snow that formed a layer of ice on the front of his coat. Russia felt cold seep into his chest.
On they fought.
Ivan thought that they had been fighting for days. They were relentless, and matched, furiously.
Suddenly, Russia found time slowing, and as he watched the General turned from him. Taking his chance, Ivan swung his pipe with a strength that was inhuman. The faucet smashed into the skull and this time the crack resounded throughout the nation. The General spun before hitting the ground and icicle flew out of his palm and buried themselves deep in Russia's chest.
The General crumpled on the ground, the life in him spent, and Russia took a few steps back, and stumbled.
As Russia's knees hit the ground he vaguely noticed the snow around him disappearing.
When he had fallen, he felt his back begin to warm, and a curious light filtered through the trees, a friendly orange glow.
He raised his head, and a burst of sunlight shone into his eyes. Footsteps crunched around him and a small hand took his as he registered the presence of others.
"Brother," she whispered, "You did it Brother."
Ivan looked into her beautiful eyes, entranced.
"Hold on Brother. Hold on for us."
Cause when you've given up.
When no matter what you do it's never good enough.
When you never thought that it could ever get this tough,
Thats when you feel my kind of love.
Review?