ahh~ dammit (excuse the language) this is my first fic... it's kind of... well...depressing... So basically Ivan (russia) is in the snow thinking and wandering into the depth of his memories. Oooh~ chilly~
Anyways, hope you enjoy!
In the Depth of Snow
The snow is falling,
Just like always,
As if it has no reason to be here.
A man stands in solitude as the powdery flakes slowly fills the field with white blankets.
His tan scarf swirling simultaneously with the bone chilling wind.
His cheeks are red and numb from the stinging cold, but his fierce violet eyes say they have seen it all.
He slowly gazed up above, awaiting the long lost sun, but the gray, emotionless sky only glared down at him. Not even feeling pity for the man.
He opened his shivering mouth.
The snow was icy, but the aftertaste was worse.
It tastes bitter.
It tastes like blood.
He carefully bent down, as the fathomless ivory land engulfs his knees.
His gloved hands that had clenched onto his thick faded coat now dug into the depth of white.
The depth of a battlefield.
The depth of death.
Skillfully, he molded a clump of snow into a circular ball, ignoring the biting cold piercing his hands.
Again, and again,
Until he made a new friend.
The grinning man only imagined a friendly smile from a faceless object.
When the silent wind became rough and forced the man home,
He wrapped his scarf around the neck of his companion and left,
Looking back once in a while to check on the snowman,
But soon it will vanish.
Just like everyone else,
…and soon….
Only the snow stayed to accompany the lonely man.
Ahh~ Finally finished.
Anyways, my friend kinda forced me to start writing my fics...so yeah.. homework's a pain in the butt, but oh well. Please review~ it's greatly appreciated!
