A/N: A poem. Written from Russia's point of view about the things that make him who he is. I think it's pretty good, but I don't write poetry very often so it might seem a little choppy. All I ask is for you to read, enjoy, and leave a review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Russia
I find a box,
open it up what do I see?
The buttons from a uniform,
smooth and golden, "I'm important!" they seem to inform.
I imagine where they could have been,
an officer's cabin, in a field, possibly the streets of Berlin.
Protecting the Motherland again and again.
A tradition that will never end, a tradition that all Russians defend.
Yet they could be newer,
spared from the scenes of death.
In that case they "saw" more fun,
marching in Moscow under the bright sun.
Next I see a book of stamps,
with beautiful pictures like history's maps.
"Friendship!" the first declares,
the image shows farmers and workers in pairs.
The next one is a rocket in the far reaches of space,
"Knowledge and Science lead the way!" defiantly from the Space Race.
The others are animals, peace and quite.
A black bear, a squirrel in a pine tree,
a hedge hog with pins as sharp as can be.
Wild landscapes covered in snow as far as the eye can see.
A trademark of Russia, well I'm a beautiful country.
The stamps continue, with Czars, Red Square, Monuments, and Churches,
Leaders, Writers, Scientists, and Poets.
So many images coming together,
closer; helping you see the whole country better.
Creating a Russia all should see,
and proving that everyone should become one with me.