A.N.: If you don't know what Axis Powers Hetalia is... They're representations of countries- here, we have Russia.
The Space Race. The speaker is not a country of many words in APH- but when he does speak, he shows his true power.
Inspired by Blue-Fox's DA image "is cold in space" (/gallery/#/d2mvjp4).
On the cold, biting nights on tundra, the angry firelight only does so much to coax ancient blood to climb my vessels to my heart. The warmth on my reddened fingertips doesn't go all the way around, and when I turn my face from the bonfire the cold comes back to lick my cheeks and nose, robbing my blood of the comfort it had once known and replacing it with chilly breath.
Looking up at the sky, I see my Earth traveling companion leap to the laughing lights in the navy curtains covering our world. She is a large child, my future, and her ship sails tonight- the ship that will take her into the future, and launch a new world where we will be able to see far beyond what we thought was possible. From here she waves at me. She says she feels so cold and alone, where her only friends are the cold brilliant stars, and the faces of our celestial neighbors around the night's expanse. The Moon does little to comfort her, so "Ivan!" she cries, my beautiful Sputnik, "Your hand, Papa! Your glove in mine is the coal in my fire, to warm my soul when I am alone here. Abandon me not, but stay with me, in heart and in mind." Here on the chafing ice I feel her chills and miseries but cling to the promise that soon... Soon, the other super-nation will show his new child to the world and release her into the outer reaches of our Earth's blue halo.
Then- only then, will the Race have begun. I always grow, taking in and building up to make myself stronger, and with this Race, my time will come to show what I am and what I always have been. This Race will show that the other super-nation could never accept me, so that I must rise to extend the limbs I have waited so long to use, to feel my heart beat again. With my new ruler there came new ideas, and new spirit. I have never touched the pitted angelic face that I see every night, so with my new child, I will stretch my limbs and leave my mark on that untouchable cold world, and leave a print in the Book of the World. The laughing lights will be seen by the eyes of our people, and no longer will they just be legends on the universal black-curtained stage.
It is sozvezdie, and it is constellation. The tongue that forms the word matters as much as the word itself, and the tongue from the stronger of us will speak the word with the strength of the million suns in the night's expanse. When we begin the Race, and when the Hero nation runs to the stars, I will always be there to run at his side as a competitor.
And as a great enemy.
sozvezdie (созвездие) = "constellation"/"galaxy"