Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Hetalia!

A/N: Notes will be at end. Forgive me for some OOCness on Russia's side. I've never written anything with Russia nor have I read much o.o

My Winter Invitation

Chapter One - The Snowball War Begins

Five minutes until the bell rung and that was it. Finally, winter vacation! The break everyone – both students and staff – was looking forward to. Alfred glanced back at Arthur – who gave a smile in return – and looked back at the clock. Why was it moving so slowly?

The teacher cleared her throat and spoke loudly over the talking of the class. "Students, pay attention! I know the bell is going to ring soon, so I want to tell you this before it does. Over the vacation you will have an assignment. Please pick a partner and choose two elements or themes. With that, you are both to make any type of visual task to explain Romeo and Juliet. It can be a short movie, a poster, a drawing, or even a PowerPoint. But it must explain!" The teacher looked around and suddenly scowled before yelling, "Gilbert, get off the desk before I will make sure you will spend all of winter vacation in this building!"

"As if, you can't do that!" the albino teen standing on the desk laughed.

"Watch me." The teacher said, giving him a fierce look.

Gilbert gulped and jumped off his desk to sit in his chair. Next to him, a tanned student with dark brown hair and green eyes gave him a hard pat on the back and grinned. Gilbert rolled his eyes and gave a motion towards the teacher to continue.

"As I was saying... Visual! If you are going to make a short movie, it must be ten minutes the most and interesting. Unless you want the class to fall asleep. Any questions?"

The room became silent, no student daring to raise their hand. There was only two more minutes left and no one wanted to wait for the teacher to stop answering so they may leave.

"Well then, if there are –"

Suddenly, a hand shot up. Alfred looked from the corner of his eye to see the hand belonged to Arthur. Oh god, Artie... Why?

"Yes, Arthur?"

"Is it alright if we choose anyone to be our partner. As in... If I remember clearly, you always paired us up as male and female. So does it matter now since you have not paired us up?"

The teacher looked at Arthur for a few seconds before saying, "No, it does not matter. Class, feel free to choose whoever you may want to work with. Your group limit is three, and no one is to work alone."

The bell rung and the students almost jumped right out of their seats. They all grabbed their bags and books and tried to empty out into the hallway as quickly as possible. Alfred was still in the classroom, waiting for the class to become empty so he wouldn't be crushed by anyone – which any person would thought weird if they saw how built he was. But he was still a little squishy. Arthur came up behind Alfred and poked his neck. Alfred flinched and looked back.

"Hey Artie!" He smiled.

"Hello, Alfred." Arthur said, a smile in return.

Alfred grabbed his bag and got up from his seat. The two walked out of the classroom and into the hallway.

"So have you decided who you want to partner up with?" Alfred asked, taking Arthur's hand in his.

Arthur gave his hand a soft squeeze and said, "Now that's a stupid question, Alfred. I thought it would be obvious."

"So... You partnered up with Antonio?" He said sarcastically.

"Not even if we were the last two on earth and if it was life or death would I ever partner up with him."

"What did the dude do that was so bad to you?"

The two approached their lockers and began doing their daily after school routine – open locker, exchange books, grab coat, close locker.

"Its nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Well okay. I don't wanna push it. Anyway, who's your partner then?"

Arthur tried not to hit his head with the textbook he was holding. At first he thought Alfred was just joking around, now he could see he really didn't know. "Alfred, who do you think I would choose to have as a partner?"

"...Bonnefoy?"

"Idiot! You!"

"Me?" Alfred asked, his face lighting up with a bright smile.

"Yes you! Honestly, I didn't know you could be that dense!"

The two closed their lockers and begun to walk down the hall. "I was just pulling your leg, Arthur!" Alfred grinned.

Arthur's jaw dropped and his eyebrows rose. "What?"

"I should really join Drama, huh?"

"Alfred F. Jones! You bloody wanker!"

Alfred let out a laugh and leaned in close to Arthur's ear, "But I'm your wanker."

Arthur blushed and pushed Alfred away as he mumbled, "Blasted git..."

Almost as if timed, when Alfred stood up straight, a snowball impacted his chest.

"What the hell?" He yelled out. When he looked up, his eyes lied on a certain Russian student standing at the exit door, a firmly-made snowball in his hand. Cerulean eyes locked with violet eyes and Alfred right away knew everything. Ivan Braginski just declared war for the winter again. Ever since freshman year, the Russian teen declared a season long snowball fight. From when it started to snow to when it stopped snowing – which meant the snowball fight lasted up to four or five months. Damn the screwed up winter weather. Alfred peered at Ivan and Ivan smiled as he tossed the ball in the air and caught it.

"Arthur, I'll talk to you later." Alfred said, still looking at Ivan.

Arthur was about to question Alfred, but it was too late. The American already walked towards the Russian. First day of break and instead of spending it with Arthur like he promised him early in the week, he was going to spend it running around in the snow in a serious snowball fight. Don't get him wrong, it really was fun. But he felt like it was more like a preparation for war instead of a just-doing-this-for-fun kind of thing.

"Are you ready, Jones?" Ivan asked, his sickly happy smile glued to his face.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess. You owe me free time to get ready though, remember? If you fire on someone when they are far from ready, they have rights to a free shot and time to get ready."

"Right..." Ivan mentally rolled his eyes. If this was war, he wouldn't get all that. Actually, he would have been dead right on the spot and that would be lovely!

The two walked out of the building and towards the neighborhood's forest. It was the only perfect location near them. They could run around freely, be as loud as they want, hide in unexpected places – though they already knew each other's favorite places to hide. It was like their own battlefield, and no one even dared to walk into the forest. No one knew why that was so, but there must be nothing bad if the two teens have been in there for their third year running.

"Here is good." Ivan said as they reached almost the center of the forest. Alfred couldn't even remember walking in this deep, his head was somewhere in the clouds.

"Yeah. It's the usual starting ground anyway." Alfred said as he walked over to their rock. He dusted off some of the snow and dropped his bag on it. Ivan followed behind and did the same.

"I'm gonna do my stuff now. You... you just wait here."

"Whatever."

Alfred grunted and sprinted in the snow. He didn't want to do this for some reason, he felt like it was different this year... The teen ran up the hill and took a deep breath once he reached the top. He put a pinkie finger to both sides of his mouth and whistled, telling Ivan to begin. The whistle echoed but soon died out.

"The war has begun." Alfred said with a smirk as he knelt down and gathered snow with both hands. He pressed the snow together and made a snowball, patting it together to make sure it wouldn't call apart in his hand.

"Oh little capitalist! Come out, come out where ever you are!" Ivan said, obviously not scared if Alfred knew where he was. "You know you cannot win. You haven't even won the other two wars, what makes you think you will win this one?"

That's it. Now he was just provoking him. Alfred gritted his teeth and crept slowly in the snow, making sure the sound of snow didn't echo. Once he saw Ivan in sight, he rose his hand with the snowball and tried to aim as well as he could.

"You have a free shot! I'm surprised you haven't use it already. Oh, maybe you did and you ended up hitting yourself." Ivan laughed sarcastically. The nerve!

Alfred threw the ball and it hit Ivan's back. The taller teen turned his head to look over his shoulder, and Alfred swore Ivan's eyes turned black. Ivan turned around and chucked his snowball at Alfred. The other's eyes widened before he dove in the snow to miss being hit. The snowball flew right over his cowlick and landed in the snow. Close one. When Alfred got up and dusted himself of snow, Ivan was no longer where he was standing. Not even his footprints were left...

"I probably shouldn't have done this this year..." He sighed. "Well... This is war now."

A/N: First person to find any errors, I'll draw you a chibi ;D Normally, I would have my Beta read this, but she really doesn't like the Cold War and she would kill me for this xD

Anyway! Please review! Reviews let me know how good or bad this is. ^^