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Winter Storm (Russia)

I've been here at Russia's for over two weeks now, due to a HUGE BLIZZARD!

And because of the blizzard I can't go home, Russia is indeed a good friend....

But sometimes I wonder if he likes me as MORE than just a friend.

Lately I've been hearing some strange sounds coming from his room at night; grunts and moans.

It's probably just his nightmares though, Russia has a lot of nightmares, due to his life as a country and what has happened to him in the past.

At least that's what Ukraine told me.

I myself am not a country, but I found myself lost in the blizzard as I tried to walk back home after leaving my friend Sarah's house.

Up to that point, I only had brief encounters with Russia. A glance here, a small smile there.

Being stuck in his house for this much time, when I really don't even know him, is quite uncomfortable.

Because of Belarus, and her psychotic ways, I fear going anywhere in the house by myself. For fear that Belarus may jump out and kill me.

The past few days for some odd reason, Russia  has been quite protective of me.

And rather.......close.

Maybe I'm just paranoid due to the other countries description of him:

"Evil."

"Malicious"

"Demonic."

"Scary as hell!"

"Mysterious."

"Quiet."

"Angry."

Japan's comment was rather tactful: "He tends to think a lot, about what I don't know, but I often see him staring into space, and sometimes he appears as if he is in great internal pain."

I trust Japan's judgment, even though he has a great grudge against Russia.

Canada's comment when I asked him was this:

"H-He's quite t-terrifying. H-His eyes c-can seem t-to see into y-your soul. H-He's always w-watching y-you."

I shiver as I think about all of this, and decide to clear my mind with a nice hot shower.

I head into one of the many bathrooms, each and every single one of them is huge.

Shutting the door behind me, I begin to take off my clothes, when I get a sinking feeling that someone is watching me.

I dismiss the thought, as it is probably just paranoia, and finish removing my clothes.

After running the water for a couple minutes and adjusting the temperature, I hop into the shower.

Letting the warm water wash away all of my troubles and fears. Calmness and serenity set in.

I don't even react when I hear the door open. I just continue to let the water pour over me.

Suddenly I get the feeling that I'm not alone, that someone is in here with me.

A deep and smooth seductive voice whispers softly into my ear;

"Become one with Russia, Da?"

Before I can even respond to his question, I am forcefully shoved against the shower wall.

My milk-white breasts crushed against it.

"Close your eyes, it will make this more enjoyable."

I do so, and focus on the hands, slowly going up my legs and thighs.