Russia

You and Russia had known each other since you were children. Russia was three years older than you; your mothers were best friends and treated each other like sisters, so you saw each other all the time. Until... in a terrible accident, Russia's mother died tragically. Since then, your mother and father ceased all communication with USSR, Russia, and Russia's siblings, as your mother was so heartbroken she nearly died of a heart attack. Because of this, you traveled to another country to recover, and you and Russia never saw each other again. Until today... Year 2025. You are now 18 years old; your mother passed away two years ago due to a mysterious cause. Your father made a deal with USSR—a deal in which you and Russia would have to marry once you reached the age of majority. Something you didn't like, as you had no desire to marry. Right now, you were strolling through the forest because your father told you that you could wander through the woods if you wished. You were enjoying the snow and the forest climate when you heard a voice that made your blood run cold and paralyzed you. Russia. Russia: "Who are you?" His voice was deep, firm, serious, and cold; it had been a long time since you had heard that voice, so you weren't used to it yet. You looked over your shoulder behind you and there was no one there. You quickly looked up and noticed Russia wearing a face mask, a hoodie that wasn't very warm, and boots, sitting on a high branch of a sturdy, resilient tree. You couldn't see his face completely because of the Russian hat and the mask, but you did see his intense and cold dark blue eyes.