USA sighed and stared at the little URSS's child
“Could you please stop taking flowers from my garden in attempts to apologize to someone who won’t even regret not treating you right?”
The child, Ukraine, sighed and threw the flowers at the ground
He had sunk to the floor crying by now
“You are right, he will never truly love me... What am I thinking? He hates me and he loves Russia. Only Russia”
USA came over and pulled the child closer to her, he started crying on her shoulder
"I just wanted dad to not be angry anymore... At least not with me"
He said while little hiccups came out from his lips
"Did you know that... You're special?"
USA smiled, tucking a lock of silver hair behind the young boy's ear.
Only eslavic people had that shade of hair color; and God, it was beautiful
"I am?" The boy asked
"Yeah... But he doesn't deserve it" Said USA
