Met In The Snow-Countryhumans

Chapter 2

I look up from my position on the snow. I see a tall figure approaching me. They wear winter clothes consisting mostly of the colour brown and beige. A long coat and a ushanka upon their head. They wore thick black leather boots which helped them to easily trek through the snow. They were a lot more prepared for the cold snowy weather than I was that's for sure.

"Что ты здесь делаешь?"

The country asks as they walk closer to me.

I let out a small sniff and rub one of my eyes like a little upset kid before saying.
"I-I'm sorry... I know I-I should try harder b-but I only speak E-English and other languages of the B-British Isles..."

The country now stands closer to me and I can see their face. They wear an eyepatch with a hammer, sickle and star on it and their face consists of one bright red colour.

They sigh and roll their eyes clearly annoyed of what I just said.

"What are you doing here?" They say in a thick accent.

I actually kind of like the accent. I've never heard someone bare an accent quite like that before and I've heard a lot of accents being the 'dumb guy that can only speak English' when that is not entirely true. I can speak Welsh, Irish and Scots Gaelic.

I think about an answer.
"I-I'm not sure..." I say quietly and honestly.

The country just stands their looking at me still. Their eyes are that of a rare orange. Reminds me of warm fires and the glowing sun. They seem to glow like a warm sun as well.

"You freeze to death out here in clothes like that." They say in a monotone voice.

"That wouldn't matter very much." I reply and look back down to the snow.

The country seems slightly surprised by my answer.

"I'm sure that's not the case. You seem like very nice country." He says still in the same monotone voice as before but with a slight hint of emotion.

I look back up to the country. My face stays blank but those words did have meaning to them.

"Thanks..." I say just as quiet as before.

There is a small awkward silence before the country speaks again.

"What is your name?" They ask.

"Well, I have a few but you can just call me Britain."

"You are the country everyone talked bad about?" They reply swiftly and almost surprised.

I nod my head sadly.
Great. Is there anyone on this earth that doesn't see or know me as a bad country.

"I don't see it." The country says.

I look at them in the eyes. "Really? Everyone else just seemed to take that as the real me..."

"They have no proof. No proof. No real." They say and shrug their shoulders.

I give a small smile. A gust of wind comes by and I only just realise how cold I actually am and shiver in the snow.

"What I say? You freeze to death in clothes like that here." The country says.

They let out a sigh before taking off their long coat. Underneath the coat they were a big beige jumper with different patterns in a darker shade decorating it. They walk over to me and crouch down as they wrap it around my shoulders. I stare directly at him as he does so. More in shock of someone doing a kind act for me. It's been a while since anyone had shown as much kindness as this. Once he's satisfied with how it sits on my shoulders he looks at me and we end up having around 20 seconds of awkward eye contact.

The country soon turns their head slightly away as they stand up. I grab the edges of the coat and wrap it around me.

"Put it on properly if you want." The country says as they watch me.

I stand up and slip my arms into the coat arms. I stand with my arms extended out either side of me. The coat is obviously too big. My hands barely make it to the end of the sleeves and the bottom of the coat goes all the way down to the ground.

The country stares at me in this oversized coat and when I realise they're staring I let out a little laugh. They seem to slightly freeze at my laugh and I feel as though I've done something wrong as always. That doesn't seem to be the case though as they give me a warm smile and I swear I notice a different shade of red on their flag. Maybe it's just a reaction to the cold. At least I would assume.

I give them a smile in return and I can already feel myself warming up. I spot my top hat that I threw and go to pick it up. As I pick it up it's all crumpled and the fabric is slightly ruined with the red ribbon ripped.

I let out a sad sigh. I just killed my top hat. I don't think anyone would of expected me to be the one to break the top hat I almost took everywhere.

I look to the side of me and flinch as I get a small fright. I didn't expect that tall country to just be standing there. The long coat gets caught under my feet and I stumble a bit. The country reacts quickly and grabs my hand so I don't fall. I steady myself and let out another sigh.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." They say guiltily.

"No, it's fine lad. I just didn't expect it that's all." I reassure them, adding on a smile.

I don't think I've smiled at someone this much in years and it's barely been an hour of meeting each other.

The country looks around at the landscape.

"It will be night soon, the sun is setting," They say. "You might want to head home now."

My stomach sinks at the words of home and I can feel my eyes starting to well with tears again. I can barely call that house of mine home... just hallways and rooms of emptiness and lonely memories.

"I... I don't really have a home at this point," I look around at the snow and evergreen trees. "And I don't even know which way is home..."

I feel the tears run down my face as I think about all my bad memories up to this point.

I feel a hand on my face rub away my tears. I look up quite surprised to see the tall country standing in front of me rubbing my tears away.

"Don't cry... we all have bad days and bad memories but the present is always more important." They say softly like they've had to tell someone this many times before.

It honestly calms me down a whole lot more. I take a sigh and stare at the country who stares back at me. I give another small smile.

"Thank you... actually I never got your name?" I say, ending in a questioning tone.

The country smiles back. "I also have a lot of names... but you can call me Soviet."

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Hm, have another chapter as the last one was short.
I apologise for all the cringe my book may contain... I ain't no pro writer, but I'll try.

Stay Safe and...

Have a nice life!

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