Cold Hearted (Rusame)

a strange country to me

Snow is falling all across Moscow, and I have just finished shoveling. I start walking on my freshly shoveled walkway.

My feet feel as if they are pushing against snow, but there is none. I ignore the feeling and continue to walk towards my oddly shaped house. I know it's my house, but it doesn't look like it.

I start to get extremely cold all of a sudden with no good reason. When I get close enough to my home, I see a figure in the window, but I live alone.

I feel as if I am frozen, my feet won't move very fast, and it feels like I am wearing no jacket.

I get inside, and it still feels freezing. I take off my jacket, boots, and scarf before sitting in front of the warm fireplace. My body won't heat up. Nothing is working. I can't warm up.

I sit in front of the fire thinking of nothing, almost as if I was unconscious but awake. I can't feel my hands.
Suddenly, I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. The only thing around me that contains heat. "Russia, are you alright?" I hear the person say causing warmth to encase my body.

I turn around towards the unknown country to have another wave of warmth hit my body. I find a country with lots of stars on a blue rectangle and white and red stripes. He seems familiar, but I can't think of where.

Suddenly, he hugs me, and I feel warmth. Only warmth, the cold has completely vanished from my body. I hug him back, feeling safe.

I pull the boy onto my lap and nizzle my nose into his neck. This is the happiest I have ever felt, and I don't even know who this is.

"Russia!!!" The boy suddenly disappears from my arms and appears near the door. He is yelling my name, and it is confusing me. I get up as the cold encases my body yet again.

"Russia!!!" Ukraine says, shaking me. I open my eyes confused. I sit up. "What is going on?". "You weren't waking up," Ukraine says, walking out of the room. Before she leaves, she says one last thing. "Also, the meeting is in an hour, so hurry." She then leaves my room.

I get out of bed. The meeting, of course, but what was that dream, and who is that country?