Hello,

My first Fan fiction on this website~! Greenland is an OC I made up. And the story will not be up to par with World history. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and feedback is appreciated. Without further ado~

*Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Axis Powers Hetalia, nor mean any harm by writing this story.

Keeps You Warm

Even though I've only had that one chance meeting, my thoughts can't help but drift back to her. I may be as big as America, maybe even as strong, but I've spent most of my life in the background of the others. I just…I just want to get noticed once and awhile, and she did. Let me start from the beginning, it was still when I was still a little boy.

"America! Come back!"

"I'm not America!" I thought, frustrated.

I ran through the dense pine forest, I could feel warm tears stinging at my eyes. Lumps of snow weight down the thick branches, a few falling off from all of the commotion we were causing. Snow blanketed the ground and made it harder for me to run. My feet sank in with ever step, just slowing me down. France had been chasing me, still thinking I was America for what seemed like an eternity. In fact, England and France were both tugging me in opposite directions for so long; I felt like I was going to burst.

I saw a pine tree with exceptionally low branches, and in my desperation, I dug through the snow with my bare hands, and crawled under the canopy. I tucked myself close to the trunk and pulled my knees close to my chest.

"America~! If you come with me, I'll be sure you never go hungry! Come out, Come out, wherever you are!"

His voice was getting closer. I was scared. I hated this. I didn't even know who this 'America' was anyways! Even though I had a thick jacket on, I was cold, tired, and my hands were numb from the snow. I knew it wouldn't be long until he found me from looking for my betraying footprints. I sobbed silently into my knees. I hated this. Why couldn't they leave me alone?

Light broke through the dark tent of the tree.

"Ah. There you are!" He picked me up like a cat by the scruff of their fur.

I felt helpless and defeated. I closed my eyes. Whenever I did tell them that I wasn't America, it was like talking to deaf ears. I didn't know what to do.

"Hey you big meanie!" A quiet voice called.

My eyes, still wet from tears opened a little in surprise. A little girl, only slightly older than myself ran up to France's feet. She barely stood taller then his knee length. She started pounding feebly at his legs, her hands in tight fists.

"Let him go! Can't you see he's not America? Stop it!"

At first he just stared at her incredulously as she continued to flail her fists at him, though there was obviously no effect. He finally took a good look at my face, the slow realization sinking in that she was right. He put me down gently, his face intent on what he should do. He got the kind of look that said 'I'll go find America now, and come back for this one later', a smug smirk returning to his face on the thought that he could outsmart England. He started running south; with sure-fire speed that he could win this race against his rival.

I stood there in a daze. Did that really just happen? My shy gaze slowly looked up towards the girl. She looked down, embarrassed now. Her light lavender eyes peaking up every now and then, before quickly looking back down when she realized I was still looking at her. She wore an equally thick beige jacket and a white knitted tuque with a pompom on the top. Her skin was very pale; it almost matched with the snow. Honey blond hair that was cropped just above her shoulders and to longer locks framed her face. Lastly, a white scarf wrapped around her neck. At least she was better prepared for the winter than I was. She smiled kindly at me.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was soft.

She lifted my glasses up and took her scarf and gently wipes the tears from my eyes. As much as I wanted to say, I could only manage to nod slowly. She giggled quietly at my response and probably the expression I had on my face.

"That's good. You're Canada. Right?"

Again, my thoughts were so jumbled I could only nod. She continued anyways through my silence.

"I'm Greenland. But I go by Anna. Anna Koning."

"Come on, you can say your own name can't you?" I scolded myself.

"M-Matthew Williams."

I could hear distant footsteps, apparently so could she. Her head turned in the general direction, before bringing her attention back to me. She smiled, but it wasn't as whole-hearted as last time.

"It was really nice meeting you." She took my hands, shocked at how cold I was.

"You're freezing…" She muttered quietly, I could hear the worry in her voice. She unravelled the scarf around her neck and wrapped it snugly around me. I stared at her, almost in disbelief that someone would treat a total stranger so kindly.

"Don't worry, things always turn out alright." I didn't really know if she was trying to reassure me about France and England or about those footsteps. There was a lot 'not' to worry about.

"We should make snow angels together sometimes soon, okay?" She readjusted the scarf one last time before jogging off in a completely different direction.

I stood there almost in a daze, Greenland already out of sight. A faint sweet fragrance coming from the scarf drifted around me. A harsh wind slid an icy finger down my spine. I nuzzled the scarf, still trying to replay what had just happened.

"There you are Greenland! Geez, you have to stop running off like that!"

Denmark, a fairly tall man with spiked blonde hair, picked me up by the shoulders and sat me down on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Onii-san." I apologized.

He looked at me for a moment before turning his head back to the snowy path, a faint smile on his lips. It was quiet for a moment, except for the sound of Denmark's footsteps on hard snow.

"...It's alright, we're going home now."

I looked back, straining my neck to see a faint silhouette. I sighed with relief. With England and France almost tearing him apart, I was so glad that Denmark didn't find him.

"Canada…"

To be Continued