USSR x Third Reich [2.0 OneShots]

Roses

"Roses. Roses are beautiful you know?"

USSR asked, as she looked at her daughter. Little Russia looked up, and raise a brow as she questioned her Mother.

"Why?"

Little Russia asked, as she saw the rose in her Mother's hand. She was a bit naive since she was a child not noticing the lines that were covered with bandages on her forearm. Soviet just smiled, at her daughter feeling more lines traveled way up to her face. She ignored it as she spent her time with her daughter for the first and last time.

10 years later

Russia wasn't so little anymore. She growed up to be a strong independent woman. Here she was. Standing near the grave stone holding the roses her Mother requested. Roses usually doesn't held any meaning to Russia only the smell. Now it does. It held the memory of his late Mother.

She swear, when she have a Family..she'd protect them all her life. Even that life isn't going to last.

Me/Author:
Sad but short. Hope u Enjoy! <3

3/3/20
Tuesday
182 words