-Reader's Pov-
Russia was sweet but you never got the chance to tell him. You were always at his side no matter where he went, other than the bathroom and to bed of course. But you loved him with your life, you just didn't know if he felt the same. But you had died a year ago. You never "passed on" as others would say. You stayed by Russia's side.
He never saw you but you were always there. You felt alone all the time. But when he looked at a picture of you or in your direction you always got your hopes up that he could see you. You couldn't touch anything either so you couldn't show him that you were there.

"I wish you could see me. I'll sing for you, you used to love it when I sang for you." You tried to place your hands on Russia's arm but went right through. You sat down on the floor and pulled your knees up to your chest and you cried fake tears. Fake because you couldn't feel the warmth or the wetness, or taste the saltiness of them.
Russia picked up a picture of you that sat on his desk. You could feel his thumb as it rubbed across your cheek on the picture. That was the only time that you felt true warmth. "Russia!" his head snapped up and he dropped the picture. You stood from the floor and went over to him. You tried to say his name again but he just looked around the room.
He bent down and picked up the picture that had fallen to the floor. You shouted his name again and again he looked around. "I'm here, just hold on to the picture and I can talk to you." He nodded and looked at the picture. Your smiling face covered framed by h/c h/l hair. That day it had been raining and there was finally a break so you ran outside and stood looking up, a smile covered your face. Russia had tried to take a picture and right as he took a ray of sunlight opened through the clouds and fell onto your face.

"Are you really there _?" his voice was soft and sweet and you smiled at the sound of your name rolling off of his tongue. You started to nod but remembered that he couldn't see you.

"Yes, I'm really here. I would never leave you, even if I am gone. I have something that I really need to tell you, two things really." You paused to see what he would say. He looked around the room one last time with those purple eyes before nodding.

"I love you, I loved you even before I died. I also don't think that I can ever leave you." Even though he couldn't see you felt that your cheeks were getting hot. Oh my gosh your cheeks were actually warm you could feel yourself, and the heat resisting off of your skin. When you looked over at Russia he had a smile on his lips and he looked down lovingly at your picture.

"I loved you too _, I mean that I still do. That's why I never let go of this picture if I can help it. I'm sorry that I never noticed that you were still here, can you forgive me da?" you grabbed his hand and found that you could actually touch it, your hands didn't just go right through his.

"Do you feel my hand?" you asked him. You didn't want to answer his question just yet. He nodded and wrapped his fingers around your hand. "Then yes, I forgive you. Just promise you'll try to talk to me more often."

"Yes, I'll talk to you every waking moment that I have. I love you _." You let go of his hand and instead pressed your forehead to his.

"Love you most." You placed your soft lips against his, and to him he didn't feel anything cold, he felt warm inside and out, like your presence made him the happiest he had ever been.