(Russia is 4 months old, he's your son. He can't walk, nor talk, nor crawl, he can only crawl like 2-3 steps before he falls. He can roll from his belly to his back, but not the other way around. He loves to be carried and babied by you.)

It was a rainful night. Thunder and lighting coming every now and then, and heavy rain banging towards the windows. Russia was laying in his crib when he got woken up by the loud thunder outside. He tried to sit up but couldn't since he was laying on his back. He looked around in the dark room, when anouther loud tunder struck. Tears began to fall down his cheeks. He started crying louder and louder, until he was screaming and crying as loud as he could.