(Warning: I had to make America a little mean in this one...)
Strong.
That's a word you would use to describe Russia.
Mostly because he is strong. Physically and mentally. It takes a lot to bring him down. But everyone snaps at one point or another. He can't stay strong forever.
Russia held he head in his hand leaning against the table in boredom. Knowing exactly what was about to happen made him bored. Especially when no one cared. America was yelling about his heroic ways, England was calling my him a git, Italy was crying and hiding behind Germany, Germany was standing there like a wall that was about to fall over at any moment with a white flag in the air behind him. Russia didn't care anymore, in fact he was tired, he just wanted to lay his head down and take a nap. Of course he won't be able to take a nap with America in the background yelling about how the world wouldn't be able to spin if he wasn't here. America came running over to him with a pointer in his hand. "Russia are you listening?!" He said as he poked Russia in his cheeks with the pointer. Russia moved the pointer out of the way and then rested his head in his hand. He let out a sigh as America continued his "hero" ways. "I don't understand how you can't listen to how amazing I am! You're just staring into space like your the village idiot!" America yelled crossing his arm. Russian let out a large sigh before slamming his hands on the table and stood up. Everyone went silent as they stared at Russia, some in fear, others (Germany) in admiration for finally standing up to America. Instead of saying anything though he walked out of the room and out of the building. He needed some air.
Russia sat on a hill staring at the sunset. He didn't want to go back. People would notice his tear stained cheeks, and his red eyes. He let out a sniff and then wiped his nose on his sleeve. He was tired of that American. Suddenly he saw someone running up to hill carrying something that looked like a thousand sunflowers. He tilted his head in curiosity and continued to stare at the person until realizing that they were running towards him. The flower man was a couple feet in front of Russia and stopped somehow sensing his presence. He then threw all the sunflowers in the air causing a beautiful rain of petals and flowers to land around and on them. And there, with arms outreached, was America a smile on his lips. He looked down at Russia and smiled wider as Russia stared at him. Russia then broke out into a smile as he reached his arm up to America and pulled him down into his lap. America snuggled into his chest and wrapped his arms around his waist as Russia rested his chin on americas head a tear of happiness running down his cheek and landing in americas hair.
