Ch.1
Sleet pounded the glass window panes of Russia's mansion. It was late in the evening when the ice storm hit, but Russia was used to violent ice storms and didn't bother listening to the weather radio to see if it was nearly over or if there was more to come. The Baltics on the other hand were very worried about the icy storm. 'What if the power goes out we could freeze to death' they kept telling each other. Belarus wouldn't be worried unless Russia was worried and kept telling them they were idiots for thinking such things.
But the power did go out and plunged the occupants of the mansion into cold darkness. "Damn it" Russia saidin an annoyed tone and got up from his easy chair in the living room. He walked into the pitch black hallway and placed one had on the wall and began to walk. Ivan stopped when his hand touched the sleek metak of a door knob, 'First door on the left side is the storage closet' He said to himself and gripped the knob in his hand and pulled it open.
It was too dark to see everything in the closet but Russia knew where the thing he wanted was. He reached up and felt around on the top shelf. After a minute of searching he pulled down a large,black and yellow, hand held, spot light. Ivan clicked it on and the hallway was instantly illuminated. "Brother dear!" he heard Belarus call.
She walked around the corner holding a large lit candle that was dripping wax everywhere. "I see you found the flashlight brother." she said useing her free hand to sheild her eyes from the bright light.
" Yes I did, and you can put that candle out now, its dripping on the floor." Ivan said noticing a trail of wax behind his sister.
Belarus licked the tip of her fore finger and thumb and pinched out the dancing flame. "Should we find the three idiots brother dear?"
" I suppose we should." Russia replied.
It didn't take long to find the Baltics. They were all in the kitchen shivering from a mix of coldness and terror. When they saw Russia and Belarus they started shivering harder. The last thing they wanted was to be with the two most pychotic nations in the pitch dark. " You three!" Russia said shining the spot light right at them.
"Y-y-yes M-m-m-mr. R-Russia?" Latvia replied through chattering teeth.
" Come with us to the living room." Ivan commanded.
"Y-y-yes sir!" The three said in unison.
When they got back to the Living room Russia sat back down in his chair and tossed the light to Lithuania and told him to start a fire. The Lithuanian opened a wooden box that sat next to the massive stone fire place and picked up a large log, a bottle of lighter fluid, and a box of matches. He sat the log inside the fireplace and dowsed it with lighter fluid. Then he struck a match and tossed it in and watched the orange flame explode into a roaring fire.
"You better turn off the light, we better save the batteries." Estonia said to Lithuania.
"Yeah your right." he replied and switched the light off.
The fire started to die down an hour later. By then everyone except Toris and Ivan were awake. Lithuania had to constantly stab at the fire with a rod to keep it burning. "Maybe you should toss in another log." Russia said watching him violently stab into the fire place.
"That was the last log we had up here!" He replied looking directly at Russia.
"Then go get some more from the basement!"
"But if I stop the fire will go out, and there isn't much lighter fluid left!"
Russia sighed in frustration and got up from his chair. "Then i'll go get them."
He picked up the spot light that was still sitting next to Lithuania. "I'll be back." he said and walked out of the room.
Ivan walked back to the kitchen, where the basement door was, and stopped. There was a loud banging sound coming from the other side of the door. 'The wind must have blown the the cellar doors open' he thought.
Russia took the door handle in his hand and pulled the basement door open, reveiling a flight of desending stairs. He began to climb down and when he reached the bottom the banging was louder.
He clicked on the flashlight and shined at another that led into the cellar. Ivan walked over and pushed it open and walked in. The cellar was where they kept vegetables,tools, and various odds and ends they needed to be out of the way. As he thought the double doors that lead outside had been blown open by the wind and sleet was blowing into the underground room. Russia climbed the steps that lead to the outside and grabbed the plywood doors' handles and slammed them shut. He looked around and saw a pole laying on the first step, he picked it up and shoved it through the handles to keep the doors from blowing open again.
Russia was about to go back down when he noticed something. A droplet a red liquid. There was a trail of red droplets leading down the stairs and off into the darkness of the cellar. Ivan realized it was blood.
He walked down the concrete steps and walked over to a trunk labled 'Spare Parts" the trunk was made of metal that had rusted and would probably break if someone were to sit on it. Russin lifted the lid and slid his hand inside and pulled out a polished water pipe. 'Must be a wounded raccon.' he thought to himself. 'Best get rid of the disease ridden thing now'
The Russian followed the trail of blood with his flashlight and saw it lead behind some old crates that had been covered with a tarp. With a pipe in one hand and the light in the other, he krept over to the crates. Ivan set the spot light on the top of a crate that wasn't covered. He gripped the tarp with his free hand. He ripped the canvis away and raised the pipe about to hit the 'racoon' but was met with a terrified shriek.
Russia stood there, stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses he grabed the flashlight and shined it in space between the crates. Sitting at the back of the space was a very small girl. She had long, silver hair, that had mud and a red,parcially frozen liquid caked in it. She had on a loose fitting tattered white dress and didn't have any shoes on, but there was duct tape wraped arounded her ankles and the middle of her feet. Her kness were pulled against her chest and she had her face buried in her hands.
'Where the Hell did she come from?' Russia asked himself while stareing at the trembleing child."Uh-um...hello?...little girl?"
The sliver-haired girl parted her scratced up and bloody fingers that were infront of eyes. Russia could see they were a very bright almost neon red in color. "Why are you in my cellar?" Russia asked the child.
"It's cold outside." said the girl in a small voice.
"I know it is, but shouldn't you have gone home when it got dark?" Russia said, thinking the girl had probably been outside playing when it hit and didn't have any common sense to go home when the clouds blocked out the sun.
"I don't know where home is." The red-eyed child replied in a fearful tone.
"What?" Ivan asked a bit confused.
"All I remember is waking up in the mud by a frozen river and my head hurting realy bad." she sobed removing her hands from her face and touched the back of head with her right hand and winced in pain.
" What?" The Russian said now in total shock again."Then how did you get here?"
"I don't know." her voice shaking from the cold, while staring at her fingers that had brushed the back of her head, the tips of them were smeared with a crimson liquid. "I just started walking, then it started rainging icy stuff, then I found an open door and walked in."
"Well you can't stay down here." Russia said matter of factly.
"Please don't hit me with that pipe, I'll leave right now!" The little girl said with fearfulness in her voice again.
"Wha-no no no no no no! Thats not what I meant!" Russia quickly said "I meant you should come up into the house where its warmer!"
The girl's scared face morphed into suprise, then a mix of happiness and releif. "So I can realy go to the warmer place?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes, why don't you come out from there so we can both get out of the cold?" Ivan asked, shivering a little and remembering they were in the middle of a sleet storm.
"Ok" The silver-haired child said.
She crawled on her hands and knees out from behind the crates. When she was out, she tried to stand up straight on her feet, but stumbled and fell to her knees in front of Russia. "Ouch, it hurts to my head when I stand up." She said in a low voice, while looking at the ground.
Ivan shined the spot light right at her and could see how badly she was hurt. There was a place on the back of her head that was oozing blood everywhere, her pale skin was coated in mud, and covered in bleeding scratches, probably from pushing tree limbs out of her path. She craned her neck to look up at the tall Russian and he saw there was a long narrow cut along her hairline, dripping crimson liquid down the side of her face. "What in god's name happened to you?" he said kneeling down on one knee.
The girl only stared at him with her large red eyes. Just then thw wind grew stronger and seemed to shake the entire house and it's foundation. "Come on we better get up stairs." Russia said, and decided to picked the girl up. "I guess i'll have to carry you, if you can't stand up."
Ivan held her close to his chest and walked out of the freezing cellar room back into the basement, he was about to asend the stairs when he remembered why he came down here in the first place. He quickly walked over to the pile of fire wood in the corner, and picked one up with his free hand. "The house won't be much warmer, without this" he said to himself more than to the child he was holding in his other hand.
After picking up the fire log he quickly walked up the staircase leading out of the basement and into the kitchen.
Yes I've rewritten my first story previously titled lonely hearts, and now here is the rewritten version Ice Child. Unluckywriter told me its a whole lot better than my first time writing the chapter! and if you liked the first one, get used to this one :3
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