So this RoChu fic has been sitting in my files for months...I don't even know. The story makes no sense... I think I had writers block XD

Anyway, just in case you don't know

Characters thinking to themselves = Italic

And I don't own Hetalia.

Strolling the distance for you

China wandered outside absent- minded, not really paying attention to where he was going, the weather was fair with only a few anomalous clouds blotting the pale blue sky, perfect for a quite stroll.

He walked almost expressionless, his features closer to a frown then a smile. China dressed in his usual attire, not feeling the need for any sort of coat, deciding he wasn't going to very far, he just wanted a little piece from the loudness of his home.

He sighed to himself, letting his legs carry him nowhere. Why did he feel so…hollow inside? Sure he loved his siblings, but they really never treated him as the elder, always as a 'smaller' brother, that really bothered him, even though he knew they all meant well, was it so hard to show a little respect?

Why can't I be looked up to? He thought to himself.

The sky had now changed from the pale blue hue, to a gradient of dark blue with blotches of orange glow. China had yet to pay attention to what the time was, or how long he was walking for, completely unaware of the changing surroundings and the slow decrease in temperature.

Maybe I need more then family love…what! No, that's not it…why would I think that? I'm too old to be thinking like this! He unintentionally walked faster, angry with his own thoughts, grumbling quietly to himself, unaware that small tears formed in his eyes.

All he heard was the sound of his heavy footsteps rumbling in his ears, small things began to agitate him as a headache began to vibrate through his head. His walking became slower; he lifted palms to his head in an attempt to relieve the pain that pulsed through his head.

It's getting a little cold…Strange; I don't think it's late enough for it to be this cold?

The sky now a shade of dark grey, as a hint of feathery snowflakes began to float from the sky.

China stopped walking at the sight of the snowflakes, his feet cold and feeling numb, he looked down to see he had been walking on a thin layer of snow for some time now. In a slight panic he turned around to start walking back, surely if he walked in the same direction he came he would be home in no time, he paused again for a moment taking in the scenery that bound him, or more the lack of scenery… From where he stood to how far he could see he there were sparse trees which appeared on the on the sides of the seemingly invisible path he had been following and a never ending layer of snow, which seemed slightly angelic considering the situation.

Where am I…? How long have I been out for? Could I have walked to the middle of nowhere… impossible, I would have known right? Maybe if I keep waking I might notice something.

China began shivering as he walked, the snowflakes starting to fall faster, only now he began worrying about his surrounding, and his body shook from a mixture of the new freezing temperature and exhaustion. He felt like crying, screaming.

What in the world have I done to deserve this! All I ever done was help my family and this is how I'm re-paid. I just want someone to help me for once… love me.

China felt his eye lids become heavier; he struggled to keep his eyes open as his steps lost rhythm in the thickening snow. He stumbled, falling into the frosty snow, but continued to push himself in desperate hope of finding someone.

Russia had been sitting in the empty coldness of his own… home? Home was supposed to be a place to feel content, even though the house was huge with many seemingly interesting features, it was more like a prison cell and Russia felt more bored then content being confined to the insides, he had started to make and annoying routine of pacing around the large rooms, before staring at the falling snow through the window while drinking unknown amounts of Vodka.

Grabbing a large size bottle of dangerously clear liquid, he took his usual seat on a large uncomfortable looking sofa, sighing loudly to himself; he watched the endless amounts of snow fall to the ground.

The snow seemed to fall lighter than usual, for the past two weeks the blizzards where quite ferocious…Maybe this was a good sign.

Russia took a long swig from the bottle, leaving the alcohol warm his body up, before gazing outside once again. There was something different…He saw the rugged movements of a… person? Yes a person dressed in red, such a contrast in the pure white, they were very hard to miss.

The figure began to become clear as it clumsily moved closer.

"…Yao…?" Russia whispered a little surprised to himself.

Maybe this is a very good sign, he smiled to himself.

Yup it made no sense, it's impossible to walk that distance in such a small amount of time. Well... I made it happen okay! XD

Anyway since this story is so old, I forgot what I was going to write for chapter 2 D:

So... You tell me what you want Russia to do to China in the next chapter. I'll take any of your suggestions whether they are purvy, or super fluffy. I would love to hear them and you would be helping me out a lot.

Thank you. ;_;