(Y/N) was sitting in her room, on her bed. She was bored stiff. Normally, she would be outside in nature, trying to avoid anyone she knew to dodge conversation. But, as luck would have it, (Y/N) and some of the countries had been snowed in.

The winds howled outside, and tugged any remaining leaves off the swaying trees. (Y/N) sighed, and fell back, landing with a muffled thump on her covers. After a few minutes of staring at the (F/C) ceiling, which was decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars, (Y/N) heard a knock.

She tensed immediately. (Y/N) could never bring herself to speak, and the few words she did say, was stuttered. You couldn't get in a full minute's conversation without her starting to fidget and clasp her shaking hands.

(Y/N) slowly got up, and walked over to the door silently. She put a hand on the door handle, breathed in to calm herself, and opened the door. (Y/N) nearly squeaked and slammed the door in her visitor's face. It was her crush, Russia. She could feel her cheeks heating up already, and she started fidgeting even more.

"Hello, (Y/N). May I come in?" Russia asked, in his thick, Russian accent. Normally, she would of politely declined, then shut the door, but she couldn't do this to her crush. (Y/N) nodded slowly, and stepped aside to let him in. Russia smiled, and walked in, taking a seat in (Y/N)'s office chair.

(Y/N) closed the door, and shakily made her way over to her bed. "D-Did y-you need a-anything..?" She murmured, clasping her hands in her lap. "I just wanted some company." Russia replied, and (Y/N) nodded briskly.

"Are you ok? You're fidgeting and shaking more with me than you do with anyone else." Russia pointed out, coming over to the bed and sitting next to (Y/N). She tensed up immediately. He held out his hands. "May I?" He asked. (Y/N) nodded very slowly. Russia reached for (Y/N)'s hands, which were trembling horribly, and smoothed his thumbs over her smooth skin.

At this point, (Y/N) was going to pass out from nervousness and embarrassment. Russia started to hum quietly, still smoothing his thumbs over her skin. (Y/N) knew the tune. It was a lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was younger. She began to also hum along, becoming a little more calmer.

Russia and (Y/N) finished humming, and smiled at each other. He hugged her, and after recovering from a bit of shock, did (Y/N) hug back. "I'm so glad you're in my life, (Nickname). Everything was so dull before you moved in." He mumbled, rubbing (Y/N)'s back. "I'm s-so glad y-you're in m-my life, too.." She whispered, still stuttering a bit.