HAHAHA OMG AN UPDATE! I have not forgotten about this story.
The Soviet Union.
It had finally happened. The Soviet Union, Russia's little family, had finally been dissolved. Russia couldn't even bring himself to think that word, dissolved, even as he watched everyone pack away their belongings and place them inside their cars. He had never seen his shivering trio as happy as they were now. He left the window in his room, walking down the hallway to see his house more active than it had ever been before.
Lithuania was happily chatting on the phone to Poland, talking about how he couldn't wait to see him and spend some time outside. Russia watched the person who had been his favorite of the Baltic, but Lithuania didn't even glance in his direction. Eventually Russia couldn't stand to hear about how Lithuania was leaving his, the talk about the plane trip decided for him, and he left the other still on the phone.
Estonia was packing away everything he had ever owned in his small rental car. They had all come together, the Baltic's had, but since they were going to separate places Estonia and Latvia had their own cars. Russia saw Estonia's electronics and his favorite tea set stowed away in the back, as if he was afraid someone would steal them from under his nose. Russia didn't say anything to Estonia as he packed without a word. Just as Lithuania had before him, Estonia didn't even spare him a glance.
Russia moved off to Latvia. The small nation wasn't even shaking in his presence, but Russia wasn't surprised by that. Latvia was humming a tune to himself, probably looking forward to wherever he was going to go. Russia didn't know, and a part of him didn't want to know.
It pained Russia to watch these three walk away from him truly smiling, something that he had only seen probably once or twice. He remembered the moment when he told them the news. It was just another memory that would never leave him.
Russia had called a meeting in the living room. He had already told his sisters the news, and they had handled it surprisingly well. There was no screaming or yelling with them, but there was tears at realizing that they wouldn't be living together anymore. It sounded selfish, but Russia truly expected the same reaction from his shivering trio.
They sat on the couch as he stood in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames. None of the Baltic's said anything as they stared at Russia's figure, to afraid to say anything as it was anyways. As the silence reigned on, the trio grew more and more uncomfortable, not knowing why they were there was driving them crazy. Once Russia felt that he had let them suffer for long enough, he broke the silence with the few words that burned his throat to say.
"The Soviet Union is no more." The trio stared at him, but didn't say anything.
"Does this mean we can leave?" Latvia asked when Russia didn't say anything else. Estonia and Lithuania sent him that look, but didn't say anything themselves.
"Da. You can leave if you wish," Russia replied as he turned around to face them. He wanted to see their reactions himself.
They stared at him with mouthes agape, and disbelief splayed across their faces. It was like they expected him to scream that it was just a joke, and they all should get back to work. Alas, it wasn't. Russia would never joke about something like this, however he had joked like that about other things before. It was silent for so long, and Russia wanted to scream to make something happen, but just when he was about to, the three finally reacted to his words.
Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia jumped around in joy, talking about where they would go and how they could finally leave. Russia watched with sadness in his heart, but that childish smile on his face. He didn't want to show them how he was hurting, but of how his heart ached. Without another glance at him, the three ran upstairs to call friends that they hadn't talked to in forever, and to pack away their belongings.
Russia was left in his living room with the heat of the fire burning into his back and a pain in his heart that he wished wasn't there.
Russia traveled back to his room, still not being noticed by anyone. Lithuania was no longer on the phone and was walking quickly with boxes in his arms. He couldn't find Latvia and Estonia, so he just went to his room and sat by the window, staring out the window and trying not to think. Yet as he looked out the window he watched all three of the Baltic's place the last of the bags into their separate cars. Russia felt his chest tighten, but he didn't move from his place.
As the last boxes and bags were put away and there was nothing left holding the three back from staying they embraced. Even from his place so high above Russia could see tears form and fall, as they hugged and said words of endearment and wishes of good luck. Then they went all on their ways, to where Russia didn't know, but part of him wished them the best.
Russia watched them leave, their cars carving paths into the snow and leaving the smell of exhaust in the air. To soon, their cars were gone and it was almost as if the three had never been with him in the first place. Russia let his fingers wrap around each other, but they were cold, just like his house.
"Goodbye..." Russia whispered to the empty air.
Russia was alone once again, as he had been his entire life. Perhaps that was how it was meant to be, no one wanted to be around the cod nation of blood and ice anyways.
From now on, this story shall be done by requests. You say the people, (and if it's a pairing or not) and I'll write it.