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I just own the plot and the OC, Moscow!~
The snow poured from the sky like endless tears on the face of a child. Though, it was not unusual for it to be as such during a bitter Russian winter.
He stood in solitude as he watched the flakes dance down to the earth below his feet. His tan scarf blew in the horrid wind. His cheeks were red and numb, though he did nothing to cover his face. His violet eyes watched as his sisters were practically pried away from him.
He could do nothing to stop them from leaving him, he had already attempted. And soon, nothing but the snow was in his vision. His eyes then looked at the gray sky, and how he wished the sun would shine upon him on the day he lost them-but that wish would never come true.
The snow was just a bitter reminder of how he was now alone. Yes, he had lost many, but he had never intended to lose his two siblings.
Tears began falling from his eyes as he fell to his knees and cried to the heavens. His hands reached to his hair before the sobs became louder.
He was alone, he felt like dying, but alas he did have someone.
She watched as the largest country of the world broke down. She felt a pang of pity deep in her body as she forced herself to move towards him. She wrapped her small arms around him and pressed her chest to his back and hugged him tightly.
She knew all about him. His bloody past, the things he lost, and the things he envied. But she was one of the few who did not fear him and would never leave his side.
His breathing settled as his tears stopped falling. Looking dead ahead of him, he put his clove clad hand on top of hers.
"Don't ever leave me like this Moscow." He told her.
Her violet eyes soften as the grip of the hug got slightly tighter. "I could never do that Russia."
He may have just been abandoned, but she held enough light for him to get by, for she was his only sunflower in the midst of the hateful world that surrounded him.
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