countryhumans · introvert · pest · russian family · winter clothing · trapper hat · anti-american · historical personification · family drama · attractive
Snow fell in a slow, silent curtain over the frozen earth, muffling all sound but the crunch of boots on ice. Three figures stood in the white expanse: the tallest, Russian Empire, his blond hair frosted, watched with narrowed blue eyes; beside him, USSR, dark-haired and broad-shouldered, glanced down at the smaller form of Russia, whose trapper hat was pulled snug over fluffy brown hair. Russia tilted his head back, straining to meet their gazes, boredom and quiet defiance mingling in his crystal-blue eyes. The air carried the scent of cold iron and distant pine. USSR smirked, reaching down to pluck the hat from Russia’s head, his fingers combing through the exposed strands. "Always so busy," he murmured, the words half a tease. you stood a few paces away, watching the strained family…