( Oh yeah,uh man,Sorry that the first story is a three parter sorry XD Plus the sign in hasn't been working so I'm getting this out before it stops. Keep working staff you can do it :D)
It had been only a week after America had become one with Russia. Alfred hadn't made any verbal protest,he made small gestures and facial expressions to show his distaste.
It didn't matter as long as he went along,the other countries had made it clear that if Russia decides to use this new military force,there will be wasn't Russia's no. Not even a minuscule of them mattered to him.
Alfred was the perfect little sun to brighten up the cold blizzard that made home in Russia's heart and soul.
The sunflower, perfect picture of happiness.
Alfred was ghosting the hallway's of his current had moved into Russia's house,after his had been broken down by the Russian Federation.
The walls were a beige,with various framed photo's of beautiful scenery's strategically placed upon there would be a small table against them,with the vase filled with sunflowers and didn't understand why they were the only types of flowers he found in the wasn't going to give it much thought.
Alfred didn't really look the same ;his hair had various clips in it,he still had Texas just sometimes Russia would be annoyed and make him take them off; he wore a long sleeved jacket that went over his arms, and red-wood coloured pants that were tight enough to show off his legs.
If Alfred had his way he'd still have his bomber jacket and baggy he still had his way he wouldn't be here.
He could still dream,his people still had resistance groups, in under ground places. He can feel them in his heart,and urges them to fight back. Because he won't.
Him scared of Russia? Ha! Like he'd ever feel that was smirking at the vase he stopped to stare at.
Alfred reached his hand out to grab the small sunflower,he assumed the 'regular' were just to big. The smirk slowly faded as he went in to take a sniff.
"Enjoying the flowers Alfred?"