Canada's POV-
I had been lost in Russia's land for about a year now, just walking through white space. There were instances where I came past a small town, but I would just pass through, sometimes I would be offered food or shelter-which I never took. I didn't know where I was even going, I just kept walking. There were the occasions where I would pass a wild animal and I would run, out of fear.
I sighed. "Mattie, what have you gotten yourself into...?" I mumbled to myself. I looked around, finding a small divot in the snow, maybe a fox hole. But inside the fox hole there was something that looked like a vodka bottle, and it was that.
I picked it up, smelling the bottle and smiling, remembering Russia. The bottle smelled just like him, for he always smelled highly of it. Not that I disliked the smell, for it soother me. But what I saw through the light fall of snow startled my calmness. At first I just saw a scarf and thought it was just forgotten here, but then the scarf lead to the body of somebody, Ivan, my Russia. I ran to him, kneeling down and laying my head on his chest. I sighed in relief when I felt his shallow breathing.
Near by was a canopy of trees, I picked Ivan up-as best as I could pick up a man almost twice my size-and took him under the trees and laid him on his back, then laid down beside him. I snuggled into him and smiled softly, taking in a huge breath of his scent as I waited for my Ivan to wake up...
(Sorry this one seems short as well...but I promise they will get longer. I also apologize if it seems confusing, but I will explain the back story in another chapter.)