I don't know how long I've been here, but it's freezing. There's a small window, which Ivan left open. It's snowing outside and, with every gust of wind brings in more freezing air. I was a shivering, blue heap on the floor, shaking like an earthquake. I could hold up my hand and see my reflection because of how many layers of ice had built up. I heard Ivan come in, but I kept my eyes away from him. He stood in front of me and I could feel his eyes on me.
"Are you cold, little sunflower?" he asked. I just kept focusing on my breathing and the sharp pains that came with them.
"O-of c-c-c-course! You left t-t-t-the window open in the m-m-m-m-middle of the f-f-fucking winter!" I replied through chattering teeth. I still didn't look at him.
"Really? I think it's quiet nice. I love the winter. Don't you, little sunflower?" When I looked up at him, he wasn't even looking at me. He was looking towards the window with distant eyes.
"Your sunflower is dying, Russia." He turned sharply to look at me. "The frost is killing it… I'm fucking dying!" With a sudden burst of adrenaline, I threw my chained wrist forward and broke the chain, something I was even surprised of. I stayed on all fours, breathing slowly and heavily. The wheezing came into play.
"Shit," I thought to myself. I sat back up against the wall and rubbed my freezing, stiff wrist. To my surprise, Ivan fell on his knees before me. He put his head on my knee. His shoulders began to shake and I realized he was crying. I didn't say anything when he kept apologizing. I suddenly heard myself sing the lullaby Mom used to sing. I stopped when it got to hard for me to breath.
"Ya know, Ivan? Things would be so much easier for me if I wasn't so fucking freezing and cant breath," I said. Ivan did something that surprised me. He picked me up and began carrying me somewhere. I buried my face in his scarf. I could feel him stiffen.
"God, Ivan! Why do you have to be so fucking warm and I'm so fucking cold?" I asked.