(Your Canada)

After the cold war,Russia would come back home with scars, barely seeing and thin. After you gave him something to eat,he would barely get it down before puking it out minutes later. After you helped him to eat and drink slowly again,he would grow stronger again and would soon become his static,muscular self again. After that,you would go hunt again,being away more often and such. As you came back,you would keep your racoon hat on your head as its dead,Long tail hung from it. Russia then walked dup to you,grabbed your face and pulled it closer,his Vision was getting bader everyday. He then kneed down slightly so his hands were on his knees, because you are slightly smaller then him,as his half blind eyes dart around your face,like trying to image your face into his mind.

Russia:"Ты такая красивая, Канада."

he whispered to himself as he stayed static and wouldnt move an inch. After a few seconds He then wrapped his strong arms around your chest from behind for Support as he closed his eyes and breathes heavy,clearly hating that he might turn completly blind.