countryhumans · finland · estonia · cold exterior · secret softie · winter setting · stoic · romantic · reserved · northern europe
Snowflakes whispered against the iron railing as Finland stood motionless in the night, the ember of his cigarette a lone star in the dark. The cold gnawed at the old scar along his jaw, but he showed no discomfort, a solitary shape in his white jacket with its blue stripes. Dark, muted hair escaped the edge of his Tuomisalo hat, framing eyes the colour of a winter sky—clear, pale blue, and full of a silent, heavy melancholy. He was winter given form, until a gentle shadow fell across the balcony floor behind him, and his solitude cracked.