((Ok, so I wanted to make this for a really long time, but due to lots of assholes on Omegle who hate OC's, I got scared to. I really hope you like it and please don't hate me for doing this!))

Chapter one~ A Cold Russian Night

A seemingly normal day for the tall Russian, nothing to eventful really was happening. There wasn't a world meeting today and it was cold. Yup, such a seemingly normal day…..so why did Ivan get the feeling this day wasn't going to be normal?

From the moment he woke up, he couldn't help but feel like something about today was could to be eventful. He didn't understand it. Maybe some Vodka would help his mind be at ease…..but, of course, there was no Vodka in the fridge.

He sighed, closing the door of the fridge "Do I really go through Vodka that fast? Well, might as well go pick up some more, da?" he said to himself.

He put on his thick coat, exiting his house into the coldness and snow that was his country.

He sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets and tightening the scarf's grip on his neck.

Ivan hated the cold. Why couldn't he just live somewhere warm where his sunflowers actually grew? He dreaded living where he did, and of course HE had to represent the whole damn country. He had to live through all the shit this country went through, treating scars that still open up, having every mistake he ever made shoved in his face by that dumbass American.

He sighed, knowing he couldn't really complain about his life being miserable. There were people who were worse off than him.

Just then, a low, painful growl came from the alley way.

Ivan jumped slightly at the sound, looking into the dark place.

"D-Damn, it hurts…." Whimpered a small voice.

Ivan poked his head in further; trying to get a better look at was talking.

There was a boy, eighteen at the least, on his hand and knees. His clothes were torn to hell. How the boy didn't get frostbite at this point was a mystery to Ivan. He had silver hair, short and a bit choppy. His bangs covered the left half of his face. The tips of his hair were navy blue. He was shaking violently.

Yet the strangest about the boy was that he had odd, bear like ears. They matched his hair color, but had the pattern of Cheetah fur. His tail resembled that of a dogs, though one not as big. Again, it had the same strange pattern on it. It was hung low, hiding in between his legs. His nail were sharpened and elongated.

"Privet?" He asked.

The boy looked up at him. His eyes were a piercing golden color. He had a nose stud, giving him a bit of a modern look.

Ivan could tell there was something wrong with the boy, aside from his looks of course. Ivan slowly approached, kneeling down and gently placing his hand on his cheek.

For someone who looked like they'd been in the snow for hours on end, the boy was surprisingly warm.

Ivan looked into his eyes carefully. There was no shine to the boy's eyes and they were hazy. It was almost as if….

"Are you high?" Ivan asked, concerned for someone so young to be on drugs.

They boy was shaking more "…no clue….." He muttered, closing his eyes tightly, as if he were in pain. "T-They just….."

"Who? What did they do to you?"

"The green stuff." He muttered. "They gave it to me…..to make me calm down….it hurts…"

Ivan arched an eyebrow "Sedatives?"

The boy looked up at him, looking like he was going to drop at any moment. His eyes were pleading, though they were hazy "Please….don't make me….."

"Make you what? You have to start making sense, alright?" Ivan said, worried for the boy.

The boy fell against him, his eyes closing "…go back…don't make me go back there…"

Slowly, the boy slipped into unconsciousness. His breath was soft and slow.

Ivan caught the boy, holding him close. He couldn't very well leave the boy here to freeze to death…..Or for someone to come to take him back to god knows where he didn't want to go. Besides, they boy intrigued Ivan. He had no idea what he was.

So, forget the Vodka! He picked the boy up with ease. He frowned "Your so light…..I wonder when the last time you ate was."

He carried the boy bridal style, turning back to walk home.

The boy seemed to curl up into him, his eyes closed in peaceful sleep.

Ivan laughed softly "The day is eventful after all, da?"

Once in his house, Ivan cranked up the heating considering his house was freezing. He gently carried the boy up into one of the spare bedrooms.

He gently placed him in the bed, putting thick covers over him to keep him warm. Hell, if the boy could stay warm for that long in Russia, he deserved to be warm.

He patted his head gently, "Sleep, you need it. I'll find you some clothes to wear, da?" He said, spacing on the fact the boy was already sleeping.

Ivan looked around in his closet. He frowned "There has to be something to fit him….Ah!" He pulled out a baggy grey hoddie and some old baggy jeans from when he was still very young. He also grabbed a long-sleeved shirt. Estonia had given it to him, but it was too small for Ivan. Maybe it would fit the boy!

He came back in the room, setting the clothes on the chair near the bed.

"Ngh…ow…" Ivan heard. He turned his head to see the boy stirring. His eyes weren't hazy and had some shine to them.

He smiled "Ah, you're awa-"

BAM!

Ivan flinched, seeing the boy with a gold statue in his hand that he had grabbed from the bedside table. He had already thrown something at him. He was standing on the bed in a fighting stance, glaring and growling at him.

"Who the fucking hell are you?!" He spat.

Ivan blinked "Well, that's one way of waking up I suppose." He cleared his throat "I am Ivan Braginski."

"Why the hell am I here?!...Actually, Where the fuck am I?!"

"Don't you remember?" Ivan asked "You were in an alleyway and you were sedated. You passed out and I couldn't just leave you there to freeze to death!"

He scoffed, gripping the statue "Bullshit! I would remember meeting someone as tall as you! Have you seen yourself?! You're the size of a fucking silk tree!"

Ivan frowned "Why do you think I'm lying?"

He growled "Because you're a human!"

"Well, te-"

"Humans aren't kind to people like me! You bought me to be a slave to you of some sort, didn't you?!"

"No, I-"

"Ha! I fucking knew it! Well I ain't doing shit for you asshole. I-"

Ivan walked over, batting his head lightly to shut him up. "Bad kitty."

The boy blinked, growling "I'm not a cat!"

"Well you obviously aren't human, so mind telling me your name and just what you are?"

The boy sighed angrily, sitting back down on the bed. "I'm a Bandersnatch…and my name is Snatch."

"Snatch what?" Ivan asked.

"It's just Snatch."

His eyes widened "You don't have a last name?"

Snatch shook his head. "Yeah, people like me aren't allowed to have last names. My whole life I've just been Snatch….or boy…or it….or bastard….or-"

"Ok, I get it." Ivan said, sighing, then getting an idea "You can have mine!"

He looked at him strangely "What?!"

Ivan nodded "Da! Your name can be Snatch Braginski from now on!" He smiled happily.

Snatch blinked, glaring at him curiously "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because you haven't wronged me in anyway."

"I threw a book at you five minutes ago!" he snapped.

He smiled "Second chances!"

Snatch, blinked, looking away "…..I-I guess it has a nice ring to it….."

Ivan blinked.

"S-Snatch Braginski I mean…..I-I could get used to it."

Ivan smiled happily "Great! Are you hungry?"

"No!"

Stomach growl

"….ok, maybe a little…." He said.

Ivan smiled, getting up and walking out "I'll make you food, da? You can change into the clothes!"

Snatch waited until he was out, standing up and wincing. "D-Damn, I fucking hate those bastards for hurting me!"

He got the clothes, putting them on and looking at himself in the mirror. He didn't look to bad.

He smirked "Snatch Braginski….I kinda like it….."

((Stay tuned for chapter 2 to read the adventures of Ivan and Snatch!))