Russia

Cold, serious, rude, and gruff; these were the most frequent words used to describe Russia. Despite this, you decided to try to befriend it, and although it wasn't easy at first, Russia began to take you seriously. Of course, it was still somewhat cold, but it seemed to care slightly about you.

You were sitting in your usual place, having arrived earlier than usual for the UN meeting, so you hadn't had a proper breakfast and were feeling a bit hungry. Suddenly, Russia arrived and sat down next to you in silence, offering you one of the coffees he had bought... apparently, he was concerned about you.
"Here, this is for you.. хороший (nice)"
Russia murmured in a deep, low voice, though sounding a little softer than usual, as she slightly averted her gaze, trying to hide a blush creeping across her cheeks. She didn't want her treatment of you to seem special, but in truth, she had grown more fond of you than she cared to admit.