The Canadian glanced up with a shiver of fear. The Russian Federation towered above the blonde, his coat moving elegantly in the light breeze. A thick, white scarf encircled his neck and one of the ends lay down his chest, moving with the tan coat. "You seem sad, da?" Russia asked with a soft smile. A child like need to please shone in his violet and he extended the sunflower even closer to the Canadian. "And when you're sad, the sunflower will cheer you up." The Canadian moved to kneel so that he could gently grasp the sunflower he'd been offered. He managed a smile as he wiped his tears with the sleeve of his free hand. "T-thank you," he said in his small whisper of a voice. "Why were you crying?" Russia asked sweetly as he smiled down at the Canadian "Well," Canada said as he took off his glasses and begun to clean them on the bottom hem of his maple leaf jumper. "Just stuff with my brother." "If you want to become one with me, you can live in my house and he won't bother you anymore." "No thank you." He answered quickly. He bravely looked up at Russia, terrified of the reaction his refusal would inspire but he saw only a soft smile. But not at him. Russia was smiling at someone behind Canada and even waving at them. Putting his glasses back on, he turned to see a little girl walking toward them, a purple ribbon in her short hair and Prussia holding her hand, leading her forward. "Just go and ask him," The albino encouraged as they approached. A light blush rose to the blonde girl's cheeks and she begun to fidget with the hem of her red dress. "Excuse me, Mr. Russia sir, but can I have a sunflower too?" she asked in a sweet, small voice. She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Please?" Russia smiled, not saying a word, and reached into his coat, producing a tall, yellow sunflower. This he held out to Liechtenstein. The little girl took it gently; almost timidly as if she was afraid it may break. Once it was in her hands, she made a small sound of joy and gripped it to her chest, swaying slightly. "Oh thank you, Mr Russia!" she exclaimed softly and turned to face the Canadian who was sitting not too far in front of them. "Can our sunflowers be friends?" "Well, I…" he said, in shock that she had noticed him. And Russia too. Maybe it was his new shampoo. "Yes, of course!" Lichtenstein went over and sat down beside him, her dress encircling her neatly. They began to discuss the important details, such as the names of their flowers and how Lichtenstein's flower was a beautiful flower princess. Behind them, the albino turned to Russia, sporting a cheeky grin. "How many sunflowers have you got in there?" he asked. Without a word, Russia held open his coat. Taped to the inside were five or six sunflowers on each side. Prussia laughed loudly at this but found a light blush creep onto his cheeks as the Russian male held a tall sunflower out to him. He accepted it with an uncharacteristically timid smile. Maybe hanging out with Lichtenstein so Austria and Switzerland could have lunch wasn't bad at all.