warning; drabble, suggested russia/lithuania
disclaimer; don't own APH
russia's pov.
He never like the cold. He never liked it. He always hated it.
Right then was not an exception.
He always felt so cold, even when Belarus would sneak up on him and wrap her arms around him. He appreciated it when she did that; but her attempts to share body heat were always useless.
Then he realized that Belarus had not visit him for a while. No more love letters, demanding him to marry him. No more scratching on his door at night.
Ukraine was always too busy with debt and taxes to see him.
Estonia was annoying.
Latvia was too afraid of him.
Poland, the annoying blond freak, would always keep him as far away from his dear Lithuania as possible.
He trembled, rubbing his gloved hands together.
He was alone.
He was always alone, now.
He shivers.
Little flakes of snow started drifting from the sky, on to his face.
It was so cold, and freezing, and icy.
It always was.
The air was piercing, like sharp knives slicing mercilessly in to his arms.
He shivered, rubbing his arms. He did not like that thought, that thought of having his flesh chopped off, not at all.
He rubbed at his neck. The scarf; the one that Ukraine gave him did no good, either. His breath came out in little puffs, little foggy clouds in the frigid air.
He had never wanted to live in this cold, snowy, disgrace of land.
Closing his eyes, he lets himself slide down on to the snow.
He had wanted to live in a warm place, with lots of sunflowers. He wanted his sisters to be with him, even Belarus, he missed her, too; he wanted Estonia, Latvia, he wanted his dear, sweet Lithuania back.
He wanted them all back, so they could all live together in that wonderful, beautiful field of sunflowers with the sun shining down and everyone would laugh and be happy and they'd smile at him and they wouldn't be scared of him, no, no, not scared at all, and they'd all be friends and one giant family and no one would hate him ever again.
He just didn't want to be so alone anymore.
But you can't always get what you want, can you?
