Syria frowned as she hugged Sargon to her chest. It was the middle of the night, and she was standing at the front doors of France's house with a suitcase in her hand. She couldn't help but feel a bit sad; this was the house she grew up in. It was time to move on, however. Syria gave one last look to the dark room behind her and exited the building.
She was tired of not having any privacy. It seemed like a childish reason to leave, but as Syria grew older she realized that she'd never learn to be strong if she was constantly surrounded by people. Syria didn't want to be dependent on others forever. She wanted to be strong like the other countries.
The fact that France was becoming increasingly annoying was another reason. He had been trying many differently tactics to get into her pants, but Syria kept refusing him. She had decided that enough was enough. France wasn't going to use her to get his pleasure.
The night air was cold, since it was nearing winter. Her coat wasn't that thick, but it kept her somewhat warm. Sargon also helped keep her warm. The long hair around her neck worked as a scarf, as far as keeping her neck warm. Syria wished she had brought a real scarf, though. Her nose felt as though it was about to freeze off.
Syria walked for hours until she found shelter. It was a small house that nobody appeared to be living in. Upon looking through the windows, the house had no furniture. She noticed a small "for sale" sign in the window. Syria smiled to herself; this was going to be the house she'd live in.
She couldn't help but notice the huge house next door, however. It was larger than France's house, which made Syria a bit nervous. She wondered who could live in such a huge house. As she was gawking, the front porch light flipped on. Syria jumped and entered the empty house she was standing at.
Syria had managed to sleep on the floor that night, despite lack of heat. She used what clothes she could as blankets and kept her coat on as she slept. Needless to say, she didn't get a very good night's sleep. She was often waking up because of the cold.
A knock at the door woke Syria up that morning. It startled her awake, and her stiff body ached at the sudden movement. Syria got up with a groan and answered the door. She was surprised to see a tall man standing there. He smiled at her, appearing innocent at first.
"You're new neighbor," he said. "You must be Syria, da?" Syria looked at him, confused. "Zdrastvujte, I am Russia." Syria had heard stories of Russia. She started to feel chills run up her spine.
"Ah, marhabbteen," Syria said, a bit nervous. She spoke in her native language now, since she wasn't being forced to speak French. "Yes, I am Syria. Are you the person who lives in the house over there?" Russia nodded and smiled again, his face appearing slightly more evil. Syria fretted to herself. She just got away from France, and now this strong country is going to take her over.
"You buy house, da?" Russia asked. Syria nodded. "Oh. I make you furniture, da. Don't worry. I be your friend." Even though he claimed to be a friend, Syria still felt nervous. Russia nodded and walked into the house, pushing Syria aside to do so.
"Ah, affwaan," Syria mumbled, following behind him. "But why are you here?" Russia looked around the barren house and noticed Sargon sitting on the pile of clothes. He picked Sargon up and held him directly in front of his face.
"I come to visit," Russia said simply. "This is yours, da?" He held the rabbit out to Syria. Syria simply nodded. "It is nice." He placed Sargon back down on the pile of clothes. Russia looked around some more, even though there was nothing to look at.
Syria closed the door behind Russia once he left. She sighed a sigh of relief once he was gone. France often said that Russia was the cruelest of the nations. Out of some twist of bad luck, Syria ended up being neighbors with him. She second-guessed her leaving France, but then quickly decided it was just an obstacle she'd have to over come. Running back to France as soon as something scary appears wasn't going to earn her any respect. However, Syria felt that Russia wasn't going to leave her alone from now on.