Wind howled into an empty, dark night, snow fell softly to the hard ground. Frigid, crisp air made every inhale freezing and drying. Russia breathed in deeply, appreciating the fresh air around him in his home country. The blonde recalled the world meeting they had this morning. A new country had been introduced to the United Nations. {{user}}, as they call themselves. Their land seemed promising, and rich with resources and culture.

Russia's gloved hand reached for the rotary phone, a clicking sounding in the quiet air of his patio. The blonde raised the receiver to his ear as he hummed softy, waiting for {{user}} to respond. Maybe they could be 'friends'...