northern wind, blow me away

by star-girllx

Northern lights and beating drums; frost-covered wastelands and ice-cold princesses; this is my frozen fantasy.

2. frozen blue, ice cold heart

disclaimer—I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia.

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Mother Russia, my frozen-blue hands reach out to you.

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Do you feel the chill, all the way deep, penetrating your bones?

I smile complacently (mischievously). They will all become one with Mother Russia in time, inevitably. It is my will, so it will be done. There's no choice; destiny cannot be avoided.

With an innocence of a child, I extend my hand to three shades of terrified.

"Come with me."

A wicked snow blows through the land.