Small Trinkets

A Needle and Thread

[Russia]
  This is going to be a memory type one-shot, not nessisarily about a lost love. This will take place when Russia is discovered by Ukraine. This one might be a bit short, but I will eventually make a continuation of this for when he discovers Belarus. If you have any ideas for the continuation, let me know!
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It was a cold day, the wind was blowing harshly. It was snowing, on the brink of a snowstorm. Russia was small, the size of a tall toddler. He walked aimlessly through the snow, eyes full of curiosity. He heard a distant yell in the background, looking behind him. He walked quietly, walking in a way so that he wouldn’t be blown away. He hid behind a tree, squinting to see what was going on. 
    There were people rushing back and forth, seeming to be in a hurry. They all had heavy coats on, carrying supplies. They all spoke his language, russian. He heard a squeak from behind him. He turned around, seeing a shivering squirrel. “You are cold, da?” He picked it up, holding it close to his chest. He put up his hood, running back to where he started. He was used to the weather so he wasn’t too affected by it. He ran into a small cave, kept warm by a natural hot spring. He ran to a small pile of animal fur, setting the squirrel on top. He stood up straight, a small smile on his face
   He tightened his hood, and straightened his boots. He picked up a basket from the corner, running back out of the cave. He ran quickly, dodging the trees. He hid behind another tree, peeking out from behind him. The people were still rushing around, but he spotted a little girl near a tent. He snuck around them, clutching the basket to his chest. He reached the girl, and stood behind her. She looked young, and felt familiar. “You have the same hair as me, da?” His voice was somehow heard over the sound of people talking, startling the girl. She stood up, smiling. “Yes, I do.” She looked around confused, then looked back at him. “Where did you come from, little one?” 
     He tilted his head, keeping the smile on his face. He shifted the basket to one hand, then pointed to where he came from. He held out the basket for her to take, smiling a bit more when she took it. It was full of bread, surprisingly. She gave him a grateful smile, patting him on the head. “ My name’s Ukraine, What’s yours?” He hummed, smiling. “Im russia, its nice to meet you Ms. Ukraine.” Ukraine smiled, reaching out a hand to him. He looked at it, tilting his head. “How would you like to be my younger brother? Then you wouldn’t be alone in this cold.” He thought about for a moment, nodding. It was nice for him to find someone who wasn’t afraid of him. He took her hand, looking back at everybody running back and forth.

“Nice to meet you, big sister.” She nodded, splitting the bread with him. They both took a bite, Ukraine smiled at the taste. "Where did you get the bread?" Russia tilted his head again, swallowing the bread. "Theres a town that way," he pointed the opposite was of where they were heading. "You will follow me, da?" She nodded. She noticed a hole in his jacket, looking at him worried. She took at a needle and thread, sewing the hole. She pt them in his pocket, saying that it would always be there to patch things up. She then smiled,gathering everyone together.
  "This is my new younger brother, hes going to lead us to the next town."they all followed them, supplies in hand. Russia mind was at peace. He would eventually have to go back for his stuff, but he was happy. He wouldnt be alone anymore, he didnt have to be afraid.

He finally had someone who wasn't afraid.