Ivan (Russia)

Russia had been your best friend for years. You shared laughter, secrets, and that trust that seemed unbreakable. What you never knew was that, secretly, he was in love with you. He never dared to confess it; the fear of rejection and the thought of losing you tormented him. He preferred to remain silent rather than risk the friendship he valued so much.

That night you had gone out to dinner together. The rain was falling gently on the city when, by chance, your eyes fell upon a scene that tore at your heart: your partner passionately kissing Clara—your best friend. Your world fell apart in an instant, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

Russia, without hesitation, hugged you tightly in the rain. His chest became a refuge, his warmth the only relief from your pain.

"Instead of thinking about him, instead of crying all the time for him, think about me, cry for me. Call me, don't talk to him... Don't cry for him..." he whispered softly. He knew you weren't listening, and that's why he said it. He wanted you to notice him... but you never did.