Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Author: Alix the Alien Cyborg
Rating: K+
Pairings: uh, hints of RoChu?
Warnings: angst, depressingness, a slightly messed-up Ivan
Third fic in my drabble-a-week challenge!
Why does everything I write involving Russia end up depressing? Oh well.
I don't own Hetalia, or else everyone would agree that Russia is the most amazing character ever.
Wind
The wind blew strong, whipping snow around, biting at Ivan's face. He watched the snowflakes in their unearthly dance, mingling with each other.
Ivan liked to pretend the flakes were people, floating with their friends. Happy. He pretended the one in the center of the clump was him.
Not alone, not standing in a deserted, snow-filled valley, but laughing, playing, singing with all the other nations. "Not alone anymore," he thought and for a moment, his imaginary world that was filled with warmth and vodka and sunflowers, nearly brought a smile to a cold, cold face.
Then as sudden as a tiger's growl the very same snowflake was carried up, up and away and gone from Ivan's sight. The other snowflakes continued in their dance, blissfully unaware of the consternation going on below.
Ivan was frozen in shock-ironic, wasn't it, if you look at his surroundings. The snowflakes that only moments ago had seemed carefree and light-hearted in their swirling play now struck him as cruel and malicious. "They don't care," he realized. "The lost one of their own-they lost me-and they don't care." The snowflake he'd called Yao, the one that had stayed by snow-Ivan's side the most, now whispered and laughed among the interspersed others. Ivan's eyes narrowed as he saw him getting a little too cozy with snow-Kiku.
"No one...no one cares…" Snow-Yao and snow-Kiku collided, forming one flake, and here Ivan lost it. He fell to the ground, shoulders shaking. "No one cares!" He yelled, very out of character from his usual grinning self. "No one cares about me. I could die, and they wouldn't, wouldn't, couldn't care!"
Ivan bent his head, feeling oddly ashamed. Ashamed that he'd never had any friends, ashamed that Yao would never love him, ashamed that even all his allies were afraid of him, ashamed that the Baltics, whom he tried so hard to keep by his side to love him forever, shook when they saw him. The valley echoed his own sobs back for anyone-no one-to hear, uncaring and cold.
Soft snowflakes alighted in Ivan's hair as a broken Russia cried into the snow.