Request for colonial!America meeting Russia

Alfred had been out in the small field behind the house he lived in with England, laying on his back and watching the clouds lazily drift by. They were so far up…

He loved the sky. It was so high, limitless, powerful, even. He wished he was taller…

"America!" Arthur called. "Get in here!"

Alfred sat up, momentarily confused. Why was Arthur…?

Oh! That was right! Arthur had said something about a visitor coming by. Arthur hadn't gone into much detail, but he said the man was a mysterious nation who usually kept to himself, but was becoming more involved in European affairs. A note of distaste had entered his tone when he discussed the unnamed country, but it was similar to how Arthur sounded when he tried to get Alfred to stop playing with buffalo, so Alfred's mind was already made up that he liked the stranger.

Scrambling to his feet, Alfred bolted towards the house, almost tripping over his own feet in the process. Skidding to the back door, Alfred found his path blocked as he collided with what seemed to be a solid wall. Taking a step back and blinking, he felt his jaw drop as he looked up.

It was a man. A huge man, his head appearing to touch the sky itself.

"Privyet, malish," he said in a deep voice, sounding faintly amused.

"Hey," Alfred whispered in awe, eyes shining.

I'm going to be as tall as him someday!