"The blue represent the deep blue cloudless sky and the yellow half below is for the endless grain fields that embrace the land." Ukraine exclaimed during the meeting of different countries after the fall of Soviet Union in 1991

Meanwhile, at the back of the room, Russia was playing with the dandelion flower that he randomly picked out of boredom before the meeting. To be honest, the Russian isn't really interested in these type of stuff. Especially when he is now an independent country and as a leader, he should be spending the rest of his supper learning more about politics and the cruel tactics that some may use in war against others. Instead, Belarus insisted that the siblings should spend some time together for the last time before they all each have to steer a different direction to run their countries. The Belarusian didn't actually do anything during her presentation except for using a red marker to cover up the sickle and hammer symbol on her flag, nothing much.

Deciding to secretly tip toe out of the room without anyone noticing, the Russian brings out a heavy sigh as the country next to him chuckles. Yes, it was his good ol' friendly comrade that his father used to talk with all the time. 

" I thought that it was supposed to be a confidental meeting? What happened? Did someone suffocate? "  A little shady too...

" And that'll be me..." The bigger country admitted.

"Mentally maybe! Aight, tell me if you need anything." Vietnam exclaimed and at that, he slowly vanished. 

As the footsteps started to fade, Russia went to the one and only treasure of his to relax as the serene sky spread their arms out to wrap him up with the flocculent pile of clouds above him. Still, Russia is still uncomfortable, he is drowning perhaps inside of his own thoughts. Despite the fact they all grew up together,  Russia and his siblings never actually got along, all of the Slavic countries love dancing, he does too. Just a little different, dancing in the middle of his secret wheat field below the sun. And when night comes, he'll come back just to sit under an ancient birch tree. This one especially, was his favorite. No reasons, it simply just "swallowed" a grenade from his first war practice. The field, this field has a garden full of unexpectedly tall flowers that it's petals are even widely known as "rays", and a secret diary album of remarkable phenomena throughout the beginning of his life.

One his most joyful days was when Russia was gifted the Pomor Dove, also known as the "Bird of Happiness". This wooden bird is indeed a charm to him as a pleasant smile appears on his childlike face. Coincidentally it was the vernal equinox when the field was first discovered by the Russian holding a wooden bird, the wind passed by whispers lightly as the wheats pull his attentions toward them. What was his thoughts about this? Remarkable.

Voila, a concern Russia!