Aw, Russia gets his wish! Just a little fluff piece I wanted to write for Russia.
The white forest gave out an eerie silence, but it was a perfect silence. Among the trees, he stands still against the whiteness of the background, a colorful tower in a blank world. Snow gently falls around him, and he reaches out to touch it in a child-like manner.
The snowflakes decorate the light hair that falls messily around this cheerful face, creating an icy crown on his head; the crown announcing to the world that he was the one true king. His eyes trail up, staring at the snow fall ever so softly on him and his surroundings. He gives a deep breathe, closing his eyes, and he lifts his face to the sky, a peaceful and content smile on his face.
In his mind, the white world around him was not blank. Every hill, tree, and single snowflake told a story, and only those who truly saw knew what they were. Behind his closed lids, the snow told of stories of times ago, of cold hearts and bitter endings, but also of miracles and peace. He loved these stories, and most of all, he loved the snow. He had been raised in it, and loved it for what it was, but hated it for what it was not. It was okay for now, though. He was too happy to dwindle on these angry thoughts.
He finally opens his purple eyes and cannot help but to let out a sound of pure joy. He slowly goes around in circles, relishing in the cool touch of the snow on his well warmed body. The silence gave away to the soft crunch of his boots moving in the snow.
He suddenly stops in mid-turn, mesmerized at the single flake that was falling down in front of him. It gently lands on his still mitted hand. He smiles once again, sighing in content, as he took in all the unique details of the snowflake. It slowly melts away, leaving him with a look of wonder on his face.
He turned, feeling happy, and his eyes suddenly widened at sight of yellow in the white world. A sunflower, standing tall and head facing the sky, was right in front of him. His body was in shock as he stepped forward, walking up to it. He looked down on it, before gently picking the flower. He brought the flower to his face, staring at the bright colors of it, trying to convince himself it was not a dream. Taking a whiff of the sweet smell that emitted from the flower, he immediately knew it was real.
The sunflower seemed to be pointing in another direction, and he turned to look that way. Not far off, a whole field of sunflowers was waving in the gentle wind. The snow still fell and seemed to only magnify the beauty of the flowers. He saw this, and slowly a grin appeared on his child-like face, before he began to laugh, a joyful sound. The original flower that he had found was still in his hand as he began to run through the field, brushing the sunflowers with his fingertips as he flew by.
He stopped, twirling in the field as the petals and snow flew around him in circles, before going up to the sky. Yellow spots appeared above him, and he gazed lovingly at them. A soft wind blew from behind him, bringing more snow with it, and he sighed.
This is heaven, he thought happily to himself, holding the flower to his chest.