Russia? Why would Russia be here? Sealand could not make sense of it. He never saw him before in person until now. England had pictures of all the countries in an album. One day, Sealand was curious and decided to look at it. He had flipped through the pages of the book. He learned about France, England's so called lover. When France was around the house, all they did was fight over things. It did not even seem like they were a couple at all. Sealand didn't think twice about it. England could not live without France. He went to the pages where England's best friends were. Germany, Italy, America, Japan, China had pictures of them and their county information.
As he flipped through the pages of the album he came across a man with sliver/white hair. Russia. He looked older than he seemed even if the album said he was in his twenties. There was something about Russia. He could not even put a finger on it. Sealand had stared at the picture. Many of the countries might find him scary, but Sealand found him comforting, warming, a loveable person.
Now here was Russia. Sealand was confused but he stared at the man as he climbed to the top of the deck. They both look at each other for a moment or two. What was Russia thinking of coming to a place like this? It was depressing. Sealand became embarrassed of it.
"Sorry to enter in," said Russia finally.
Sealand stared at him and said nothing.
"I was going to visit my friend England. We were going to discuss about matters when my ship sank and I had to take a row boat," He said explained.
Sealand looked at him. He was going to discuss matters with England? England never really talked to Russia. He would have known.
Russia gave him a little smile. He was throwing Sealand off. Those purple eyes. Sealand could get lost in them forever. How a stranger do something like that to him.
"What is your name little one?" asked Russia.
Sealand looked down. He thought, but nothing was coming to his mind. Why was he acting this way? He never been so shy to someone he never knew. He could not think straight. His thought went but to England's album. The picture of Russia had then thrown him off. Now he was in his presence. Why couldn't he remember his own name?
The next thing he knew, Russia was not five feet from him, like before. He was right there, inches of his face. He could scream, and tell Russia he was too close but there was something that was drawing him in.
Like in slow motion, Russia softly took hands and held it tightly in his. It made his whole head spin. It was the nicest feeling he had in over two weeks. He could be there, just like this in Russia's hands forever.
"I won't hurt you, trust me," He said softly.
Sealand was memorized. Trust a complete stranger. Hardly. But something about Russia made him want to show him his whole self. Show him his world. He could see a whole life with Russia. He trusted him with his whole being.
"My name is Peter, or Sealand," he said finally. The words came out shaky and weird sounding.
Russia gave him a firm smile. It was a smile that he would kill for.
"I'm Ivan, or Russia," he said with a smile.
Sealand smiled back. What a great introduction. It was the best.
Russia suddenly let go of his hands. He felt a stab of pain in his chest. Why did he let go? He wanted him to touch him again. It was comforting. It reminded him, when someone really did care about him.
Russia decided to look out to the ocean. What was going on in Russia head right now? Sealand wished he knew. He wished that he knew what Russia was feeling right now. He searched Russia's face. It was something that he never wanted to see on anyone's face. It was pain.
Sealand wondered why Russia would be so happy to see him then suddenly become this way. It upset Sealand.
"I heard about you Sealand," He said.
Sealand looked at him.
"You have?" asked Sealand.
"Oh yes, that was cruel of your brother to do that to you. You are so young," said Russia.
Sealand looked at him again. He knew about what his brother did to him? Did the other countries know? Was Russia here to conquer him? Was all this, was it just a game the Russia played? It scared Sealand. He never had a person do this to him before.
"How do you know? It's been two weeks?" asked Sealand.
Russia turned to look at him. He still had a painful face. It made Sealand want to give him a hug. Want to him to hold Russia tight and make the pain go away. It was something that he would do if Russia only knew what Sealand was feeling about him. They were complete strangers, after all.
"Your brother told us at the conference last week. He said he shipped you off somewhere. He was basically bragging about it," said Russia sadly.
Sealand looked down. The tears started stinging his eyes. It was official; England was never coming back to him. England hated him with all his might. Sealand felt unloved more than he ever did now. If Russia only knew how much pain was going through?
Then he felt someone come to his side. Russia put his mighty arms around Sealand. Sealand put all his weight into them. He sobbed like a little baby. He didn't care though. He had Russia there with him.
"The reason why I was going to see your brother was to tell him that he making a big mistake," said Russia in to Sealand's ear.
Sealand look up at him. Tears streaming down his face. Someone cared about him.