I don't own Hetalia, and all the characteristics seen here are might not be accurate.
He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air. He took a look around him, admiring the beautiful view his country had. It wasn't a surprise this place was called the Slovak Paradise.
Since he become independent, this was the first time he could come back here and wander around the place, without distractions. He could finally concentrate on something else than politics or other stuff.
He sniffed in to the air, just to feel something...nostalgic. Something he hadn't felt long ago. Maybe a thousand years ago? Who knows?
What could this be? Maybe one of the flowers? But he could have felt that 50 years ago as well. Maybe it's just the combination of the pine trees and the flower's scent? A one that never happened.
Was it even a scent? It must be what else could this be? It wasn't a scent nor something like that. It was a feeling. A feeling buried inside of him. Only he could have this as something nostalgic.
After all this was none other than a long lost feeling he finally got back. Freedom.
