"Snow!" Wonderland cried, bursting out of a snowdrift. She'd decided to bury herself but had gotten very bored very quickly and abandoned her hiding spot. The girl shoved her face into the soft, powdery, ice crystals covering the ground. They met her smooth skin with a huff of chilliness, making Wonderland shiver. She wouldn't admit to anyone that she was actually freezing but it was rather obvious.

"You like snow, da?" Russia smiled, completely content to watch Wonderland roll around spastically. She really was childish; acting like every little thing was positively fabulous. But Russia didn't mind at all, in fact, he almost found it cute. He started to wonder why Belarus was never cute; she was very pretty, but never cute.

"I love snow! But it only snows once every two thousand days where I'm from. And the snow looks a bit different... its red." the girl tapped her lips and peered up at the sky.

"That's horrible..." Russia frowned. Being Russian, he didn't know how one could live without snow, even though he was eager to live somewhere warm and sunny where the sunflowers grew. The man glanced over at a small patch of soil behind his house and looked at the ground. Sunflowers really didn't do well in Russia.

"It's not too bad! That leaves lots of time for the sun and the rain! And our flowers love the sun!" Wonderland grinned. She seemed to have something positive to say about everything. The girl was a never ending spout of happiness and optimism.

"What kind of flowers grow in Wonderland?" Russia inquired. He knew the girl was probably totally insane, but he figured discussing the magical made up world she came from could help make up for their earlier incident. And, truthfully, Russia really did want to be friends with Wonderland. Crazy or not.

"We have talking flowers! There's Bob, and Tom, and Stacy, and Lacey, and Jim, and Joe, and Cary, and Darla. There are lots more but those are my favorites. Some of the flowers are total assholes..." Wonderland added the last part in a very angry way.

"Are there any talking sunflowers?" Russia said, pondering how fun it would be to have a discussion with a sunflower.

"The sunflowers are kinda douchebags... But, they're so bright and colorful, the seeds are huge! One time, I ate and entire flowers worth of seeds! I threw up afterwards, but still! It's impressive where I'm from!" Wonderland replied warmly. The girl plowed through a snowdrift on her belly before trying to bury herself again. She really was an eccentric person, always bouncing from one place to another while trying desperately to keep things exciting. Russia found himself liking her spirit more and more. Wonderland seemed to have a calming effect on his secretly pained mind. From his view, she was the happiest, most carefree, person on earth.

But, in truth, Wonderland wasn't as joyous as she appeared. She suffered from post traumatic stress disorder, which caused her to be hurled into a wartime flashback whenever someone whistled or turned on a large fan. But gunshots were the worst; they were so bad she didn't dare pick up a pistol. Whenever she heard a bullet being fired, she got clammy and nervous and then the flashback would come and instead of seeing friends, every person in the room was an enemy. She attacked everyone and everything in her path, not stopping until they were rolling in a pool of their own blood, begging for mercy. Sometimes Wonderland went on like that for days, but she normally only stayed in that terrifying state for a few minutes. And when the flashback was over, she would flee from the room in a fit of hysteric crying. Wonderland straightened her waistcoat nervously, she didn't like thinking about her problems. Her mental illness made her feel strange and different, Wonderland was deathly embarrassed of her disorder.

"That's too bad... I'd like to talk with a sunflower." Russia beamed, having decided that, yes, sunflowers would have interesting things to say. But, if they didn't, Russia could always cut off their leaves and listen to them screech, that would certainly be something fun to do.

"If I ever remember how to get back to Wonderland, I'll bring you George!" she said. The girl looked a little pale and was shivering profusely. Not from the cold, but from the thought of her war days.

"You'd do that for me?" Russia asked in disbelief. Although her promise probably wasn't sane or true, Russia liked the thought of getting something from someone not expecting another thing back. Other countries liked to kiss up to him and promise him things, but that was always out of fear or for personal gain. Wonderland was promising Russia something just because, or so he liked to think.

"Of course! You're my now official bestest friend of all time ever!" she chimed. Russia stopped in his tracks. Had she just declared their friendship? Did he finally have someone to share his house with that didn't desperately want to marry him and wasn't absolutely terrified of him? Wonderland was the first person to want his friendship without knowing about his extreme strength and hardiness. Even Germany was only friends with him because of his boss' orders and Belarus wasn't much of a friend. "Something wrong, Russia? Oh... Wait, I get it... It's okay if you don't wanna be my friend... 'Cause you don't have to be, it's your choice."

"Nyet," Russia smiled at the ground before looking up slowly. "I'd love to be Wonderland's friend."

"Really? Yay! Yay! Yay!" Wonderland cried. She started clapping and bouncing up and down as fast as she could. The girl grabbed Russia's big, masculine, hands and laced her tiny fingers in between his giant ones. "We're bestest friends! We're betest friends! We're bestest, bestest, bestest, friends!" she crooned in a very childish manner. But Russia didn't care, he had a friend now. Someone he could show the Kremlin to and hide from Belarus with, because he had a sinking feeling the small blonde girl was going to hate Wonderland the second she met her. He'd have someone to drink vodka with instead of just getting painfully drunk all by himself. Drinking alone always made Russia feel really pathetic.

"What is being bestest friends?" Russia asked when Wonderland stopped her ecstatic cheering. He wasn't quite sure what the term bestest was but he thought it sounded nice.

"It's like being friends but bestest-er! It's more than just being friends, or even being best friends. its being bestest friends!" she explained without actually explaining anything. Wonderland happened to be very talented at saying a lot without actually meaning anything. Russia looked a bit confused by this but shrugged it off, they were friends now.

Sorry for the length of this chapter, I do apologize deeply! But it seemed like a really adorable place to stop, plus, I've hardly had any time to write since school started. I beat the shit out of some girl who called me fat so I've had detention for a while… Anyways! I'm going to start making chapters a bit longer, using line breaks, and maybe even doing some first person stuff. Tell me what you think about the kawaii so far and how well you think I'm portraying the characters! Reviews and suggestions really are wanted and I'd love to get some cold, hard, constructive, criticism. Thanks for reading!

Bullet holes and stitches OXOX

~Zombiekyller