Ivan sat. Alone.
Again.
His Yak he'd grown up with had died the other day; leaving him alone... for it was the only company he had in the snow. He even kept the little collar he made for him on a mantle next to his sunflowers.
But the season for Sunflowers had passed.
Again.
They now sat there wilting by the mantle. Blending in with the dark grey's and blacks of the Russian's home.
There had been no color for about a month now. Just white, grey, and black.
Again.
It was cold... Even though Ivan was used to the biting cold; it still burned his appendages.
It was quiet. A quiet that would drive a normal man crazy
clang~
Something fell, the first bit of sound for the winter.
Ivan sighed; It was a knife that had sat on his lap. "no no no. you must keep by me. In-case sister Natalia comes" He says
He was talking to himself. Ivan went through his mind on when this had started to happen; was it last winter?
He didn't care; too much.
None the less Ivan still got up to retrieve the knife. humming a tune that he had hear from Americas earphones at the last meeting.
He even looked up the song.
You were standing in the wake of Devastation,
and you were waiting on the edge of the unknown...
Ivan didn't know how the song came into mind. But it still did.
He opened his mouth as if to sing the words; but something interrupted him.
It was Ringing. A door bell. His doorbell.
Ivan rushed to his door, anyone willing to come to his house must be hurt.
There he was. Your savior. You don't know how you got here; or who this person was.
But you were sure goddamned happy to see him. take me in your house!you chanted in your head; the only warmth you'd felt for a while was the tears that streamed down your face But they eventually froze; making your face burn more. "W-where am I?" You asked slowly.
Ivan's eyes scanned your body; you were nude and bloody. Your (H/C) hair was matted with blood and darkened with wet snow.
Ivan didn't know what to do... nobody had ever shown up at his door... as Ivan stared you were freezing, slowly everything became dark. "H-Help" Ivan hears.
You were still.
Months had now past since Ivan had found you. Both of you still weren't quite sure what had happened... But He had taken you in and let you stay. You'd grown to love the lonely man.
Ivan had never felt love before; but he was about ninety percent sure this was what it felt like.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
Remember all the sadness and Frustrations.
And let it go
Let it go.
Echoed in the back of the Russians mind.
He no longer felt cold, or desperate.
He rarely felt sad
He let go. For you to take him into a place warmer than sunflowers.
But;
You had even gotten him some new Sunflowers.
One's that would never die.
One's that would stay yellow and bright forever.
He would still remember the hardships.
You would too.
But for as long as the sunflowers stood tall and yellow.
You would love him.
He was pretty sure he would too.
Hoped you like the ending. I felt sad while writing this... so I had to make the ending happy.
(plastic Sunflowers :3)
-sighs- this was brought on by This song:
I saw it on a "Hetalia Character Songs" Video and thought it fit Russia too well so I wrote about it... I am 100% glad I did so
(even though the song got SUPER annoying because that was the only thing I listened to for about two hours)
Oh well :3 I hope you join me next time...! BYE!
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