Someone that Cares (Russia and Chibi Russia Story)

Loneliness

>> Prologue <<

I was wandering through the endless trail of snow. My pale cheeks were streaked with tears, and my heart was aching from all my loneliness and rejection. I was all alone in this frozen land and I just desperately wished there was someone here to comfort me. I was crying from feeling so alone, and I was getting sick and tired of feeling this way.

I had two sisters - Ukraine and Belarus - but they're always busy. They don't have enough time for me. I also didn't have a мама or папа to love me or take care of me. And when I wasn't alone, I was being bullied. I stopped in my tracks and just stared into nothing. I began to think of the time, those Mongolian kids and that one kid from the Teutonic knights kept shooting me with arrows and that one fight on thin ice with the Teutonic knights. I also couldn't help but remember the time Denmark, Sweden, and the Teutonic knights all tried fighting me at once... And finally... I couldn't stop reliving that moment where I was all alone and asked a hamster to be my friend, but was shot down by the small creature... a hamster... 

"W-why does everyone bully me? Why doesn't a-anyone like me?" I said softly, to no one in particular, there wasn't anyone to talk to anyways. I clenched my teeth and looked up to the open sky. I let out a loud cry and brought my small fists up to my eyes. I couldn't stop rubbing my eyes and they began to grow very sore. I kept sobbing loudly, not really caring anymore if anyone was around to hear, and bully me. I kept crying, hoping it would help make me feel better. I just wanted someone to provide me with company. At this point I was on the verge of screaming out for General Winter. After all, his bitter cold presence is better than no one's presence at all.

Everyone was mean to me, and I was always bullied. I was never treated nicely and it hurt my feelings, very much so. Why didn't anyone like me? Was something wrong with me that I just didn't see? All I ever wished at this very moment was for someone to stop what they were doing and just try and comfort me... and to my surprise... It happened.

"Why are you crying, маленький ребенок?" I heard a strange voice illuminate from behind me. 

I stopped crying for a moment and turned around to see who the voice belonged to. Standing before me was a man, appearing to be oddly familiar. I never met this man before, I knew for a fact, but why did he seem so familiar? 

The man had a gentle and sweet voice that carried a Russian accent, so I knew he wasn't an enemy of mine... from a different country at least. I stared at the man, taking in his every last feature. We looked very much alike, as if we could be very close relatives. Папа and сын perhaps. He was dressed in a long tan coat, dark green pants, high brown boots, and what I found most intriguing was his light colored scarf. It was exactly like mine, but not torn up. The man -despite his tall and intimidating appearance - appeared kind with a round childish face, prominent nose, ash-blond hair that parted to the left side, a sweet smile, and what I found most odd were his eyes. They were just like mine... His eyes were a soft violet color exactly like mine, which I found amazing and awkward at the same time.

"Why were you crying, маленький ребенок?" The man asked again as he looked down upon me.

I sniffled, and wiped my nose on my sleeve. I then rubbed my eyes one last time, wiping away the remaining tears. "Everyone is mean to me, da! I'm all alone, and everyone is mean!" I cried as I looked up at the man.

"Lonely..." He whispered as he knelt down on one knee so we would be eye level. "I'm lonely as well. I believe we both struggle with the same problems, da?" He asked as he gave me a closed eye smile. 

"W-what do you mean?" I asked as I looked to the man with big teared filled eyes.

"We are both lonely and sad, da?" He said as he placed a hand gently on my head.

I was speechless. Why was this stranger being so nice to me? Why was he so different from the others? I just stared at the man, not knowing what to say. I was lost for words. It then came to me, I had no clue who this man even was? "W-who are you?" 

The man let out a giggle like my usual, ufu~. Why was this man so much like me? "Why... I'm older you, da." He said as he ruffled my hair a bit.

His words echoed in my mind. Why... I'm older you, da... If he was really an older version of me, then he knew very well how I was feeling. That's why he was acting so nice. "Y-you're an older me? That means you're-"

"Russia..." He cut me off. There was a long pause after he spoke and the only sound you could hear was the wind, whipping our hair and scarves through the air, and other common background noises of the wilderness.

I blinked a few time, trying so hard to take all this in. I had ran into an older me! I don't know how it's possible, but it happened! It really did! But... h-how? How is it... How is this even possible? Again, I was speechless. This was all so amazing and new to me. Knelt down before me was an older version of me. "Why are you here?"

Russia let out another sweet laugh. "I'd love to answer, but I don't know the answer myself."

I kept staring into his violet eyes. I kept staring into my eyes. I felt warm inside, something I never really felt before. This was all new to me, and I found it all very interesting. Older me was so nice and kind to me. He was showering me with generosity and comfort, I felt elated and relieved to have found him. I blinked for a moment, feeling tears swell up in my eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy. I cried out as I wrapped my arms around Russia, embracing him in a hug. 

"Please be my friend!" I sobbed as I buried my face in his soft scarf. If older me rejected my own friend request, I would be devastated. Getting turned down by a hamster was bad enough! I bawled onto Russia's shoulder, knowing he knew very well my every trouble, fear, weakness, secret, wish, and desire. He knew too well what I was going through. After all... He was the one that  had already gone through all this.

Russia held my head close to his chest with one hand, while he rested the other hand gently against my back. He was warm, and soft, and smelled of sunflowers and vodka. It was a nice scent though. I knew he was smiling without even having to look at his face. He tightened his grip on me and held me closer while clutching some of my coat with his one hand. He began to speak, his voice choked out and a little uneven... as if he were crying.

"I will be your friend, da...."

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Russian Translation:

мама = mom
папа = dad
сын = son
маленький ребенок = small child
da = yes (I chose to not write da in Russian to save time and the hastle)

I also apologize for any misspelling, da. Hope you enjoy so far, comrade! ^J^