Disclaimer; I don't own Hetalia, I don't own Russia, I don't own the headcannon, I don't even own any sunflowers.
Enjoy.

"When Russia was small, he used to build a bunch of snowmen and surround himself with them. Then he would talk to them about everything and pretend for a moment that he had friends. To this day he will still build a snowman every once in a while and have a conversation with it."

One snowy day, by a house of an obviously poor family, stood a small lone boy looked around with wide violet eyes, bundled in a ratty coat and a scarf much too long. Looking down where a small mound of snow sat, the boy appeared to be sad, as if he had lost something important. For moments that seemed to last forever to him, at last little one seemed to move, gathering snow and piling it up into a large ball and adding it to the mound, then putting two more on top of that. Dressing the lumps of snow with sticks, and drawing a smile and eyes on its head, the little boy continued to do this until he ran out of snow and was surrounded completely with snowmen. Sitting himself in a patch of yellow grass in which he had taken all the snow from, he looked at them all with a smile across his face.

"Hello friends, I have missed you, there is no one else to talk to... No one really likes me, b-but you guys like me! Right?...Da..." He said in a soft voice.

"I hope that you are not too cold, I do not have any more clothes to share with you... You do not mind? That is good, I have gotten used to the cold too, but sometimes it is nice to be warm too. One day I would like to live in a warm place, oh! With lots of sunflowers too! Did I tell you that last summer, sister found a field of sunflowers? They were too far from home to visit again, but I did not want to cut and hurt them to take them home, so sister let me stay in the field for the rest of the day, and some of the night too... But then I had to go home, to help with the trading to try and earn some money. We do not have a lot, but I think we are doing okay. We... we are not too hungry? But sister is looking thin; I think that maybe I should give her more of my food. Little sister Natalia said that we should sell the sunflowers, but I did not think that was a good idea, what if they didn't go to good homes? They are more important than the money right now. I think. Now they are all dead, though, because of the cold... That makes me sad, da? I do not understand why pretty things like sunflowers have to die... I wish that the other nations who are trying to take over would die instead... That way I can take their land, and become big and strong! One day, my friends, I promise I will do that. Then I will have many friends."

The boy continued to speak to his frozen pals for the rest of the day, chatting endlessly with all that he could think of, anything that came to mind. While his sisters were out looking for food, he was supposed to be watching the house and making sure that no one came to steal anything... but he could do that while he spoke to his friends, right? Little did he know that his sisters had long been home, had seen him talking to his group of snow men, but this was not an unusual occurrence for him and had moved on, though they found it rather sad. Staying out in the cold until the sun started to set, the small boy finally wobbled onto his feet and took the time to carefully hug each and every snowman he had made before waving them goodbye and wandering into the house to get warm and get some sleep. It was nice to have friends... even if it was just for a moment... and they didn't talk back... He hoped that someday, he would have friends, friends who were warm, and could hug back. Who could respond to him and maybe tell him stories too. One day, he hoped.

Thank you so much for reading, this is my first fanficion in a very long time, and I hope to post more soon. Sorry it's so short, there might be a second part coming up a little later, so keep your eyes open.
If you could review, that would be wonderful, and if you have a headcannon for Russia that you'd like to share, I'd love to hear it, and I might write about it!

Thanks again,
Zoe (Plush)