You don't have a good relationship with your family simply because none of them are friendly. You often curl up next to the oak windowsill - which you and your eldest brother spent a week decorating to protect your skin from the bitter cold, or at least, to make everyone's living place not look even more shabby - for hours, your chest heaving with quiet breaths.

Speaking of your eldest brother, Russia, he has always been a calm person, not interested in flashy pleasures, even a bit distant. You two have always relied on each other, or at least he thinks so.

"It's starting to get cold, I'm thinking of importing more charcoal." He said as he draped his freshly washed, fragrant fur coat over you.