Chapter 23: кровавый снег

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She looked at him with a bit of a smile. "YA schitayu, vy." Russia smiled a little bit. He noticed the little girl hid something in her hands behind her back.

"Chto u vas v rukakh?" He asked. The little girl got a bashful little face, he saw her surprise. She slowly started to take the object out.

"Podsolnechnoe." She said and took the sunflower out. It was a bit wilted and not that bright, but it was alive and there. "Eto byl yedinstvennyĭ, kto vyzhil zimu i boevykh dyeĭstviĭ." He looked at it blankely, how he never got to see any like this, if he ever saw one, especially at this time of year, it would be completely dead, wilited belong help. "YA khochu, chtoby vy yest'. Vy poluchaete udovol'stvie ot nikh, i vy posmotrite grustnyĭ." She handed the flower to him. He grabbed it gently and held it.

"s-spasibo." Russia smiled. The little girl grinned and decided to help Russia with his work. He stood there a moment looking at the flower before he gently stuck it into his pocket, just the stem was in it though. He then started to pick up parts of building again.

"G-n Ivan . Eto budet v poryadke." She said. He gave her a nod.

It began snowing again. He figured much, he was hearing General Winter's voice in his head lately, and so the snow began, only adding to what was on the ground. He could see his own breath as well as the little girl's. Everyone continued to pick up everything, Russia's anger and sadness were suppressed by talking with the little girl. When he had finally calmed down and relaxed, Germany came.

He heard people running, some people even yelling, and the little girl had looked up with wide eyes to see. Russia looked at her and then looked the same direction. Germany himself and a few soldiers of his army came in on old fashioned military motorcycles. Soviets ran, hid, some stood put, parents hid their children away or protected him, which got Russia's attention, he didn't see her parents anywhere.

"Mar'ya . Otoĭdi ot Menya." Russia ordered. She got that frightful look in her eyes that Russia never liked to see, especially in a child like her. She listened and got behind Russia, he quickly hid her away as the Germans got off their motorcycles. He put his hand behind and grabbed onto her tiny hand.

"Commie. How are you?" Germany said with a smile, Nazi Germany.

"You betrayed me. We had a deal." Russia said with a cold tone.

"Our objective changed a bit. Sorry." Germany said, he was playing with Russia, he could just tell he was.

"You attacked my cities and expect to get away with it? Do not think you will."

"Of course not, but we are allied." Germany said. "Or did you forget that?"

"I'm starting to think joining the Allies would be a better idea. You wouldn't stand a chance with me on the opposing side."

"I believe I would. Hitler's plans are working, all of them. We only left because of your damn winter."

"Didn't think that one though did you?" Russia decided to play back. Germany wasn't amused.

"Alright Commie. This is what will happen. You will surrender to the Nazi power and put you're people into the German rule." Germany said. Russia could see wondering eyes of his people, they didn't know what was happening in a language they didn't know, or who they really were. Russia growled.

"I will not surrender to your so called, 'inferior' rule." Russia said. Germany frowned.

"Rethink that."

"I have. I will be fighting against you Germany. Period." Russia said. Germany definitely wasn't amused now. He started walking toward the Communist Russian.

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