This is my first ever fanfic! I'm not sure how it is going to turn out, but i must admit i could not have done it without Dark Kiku. Its no where near done though! We made this through roleplayin (I'm Russia!) so i'm not sure exactly where it is going to go. Hope yah enjoy! And as alwayz criticism and reviews are need/appreciated!

The snow drifted down slowly as he watched through the white haze around him. His breath barely fogged from his mouth, his body almost as cold as the air surrounding him. He had decided to walk today, since it was one of the nicer days in her in his home. He continued to lazily search hsi surroundings with his eyes, the white seeming to stretch n forever. Wait, what was that? He knew this region, what was that there? A shape ahead of him, it was... red. Very red. He quickened his pace to see what abnormalty had appeared here in his domain. As he approached the red took a shape, a shape of a... a man? Who was here in his home? So many days alone, and reasons for it, who had dared to bering so much red into his home? He walked over to the man and looked down upon him, the red was so much... He nudged the mans head with his boot, instantly regretting the red stain upon it.

"I-Ivan?" The man freaks out and tries to move, only resulting in a strangled yelp and him collapsing back into his former position.

"What are you doing here in my home, Kiku Honda?" he said this with a coldness in his eyes, a result of his surroundings and of the man himself.

"What? I'm not... Wha- I don't rememeber!" Japan tries to sit up, only acomplishing more pained yells and screams, eventually again collapsing. Ivan continued to stand there for a few more minutes, listening to the others gasps, then sighed and crouched down beside him. The difference in size, and the man's very pressence seemed to be the last straw for Japan. He starts to shiver his eyes wide and unfocused. Out of nowhere it seemed a barely discernable whisper.

"Help me, Ivan, I..." Ivan bent down and scooped up the man in his arms. Japan may not be much when it comes to land or resources, he was actually worse off than Ivan himself, but he was a master at the making of practiacally anything. An asset like that could not be lost. He turned and started to retrace his now vanishing footsteps back into the heart of his domain.

Ivan soon noticed that the smaller man had fallen unconsious. He would be nood good if he died before they got back. He sighed and set Japan gently into the snow. He then removed his coat and wrapped him in it. "Da, it ias already ruined." mumbled Ivan, for in fact the blood leaking from Japan's pale flesh had soaked through all the way to his skin by now, and it didn't appear to be stopping soon. Ivan again cradled the now bundled Japan in his arms and continued the long trek back to his house, the only way to tell the passing of time was the occasional quickening of Japan's breath, causing jagged clouds of steam to fill the air. And of course the sky, though if you did not live there you might not notice the subtle deepening of the white to grey, signalling the coming of the night and of the death that it ensured to many men.

Japan opened his eyes, which in itself was a surprise to him. He was sure he had died in the frozen wasteland. His body carried off by... He turned his head to see what the nightmare had already told him would be there. The form of country that had carried his still living corpse across the never ending snow sat idle in a chair, a cheerful smile plastered on his face. Ivan Braginski. Russia.

Japan's face instantly began to blush, or the equivilent of it for it simply brought the normal color back into his cheeks. "Gomen, Russia!"

"Forgive you? Why would I want to forgive you, I mean you haven;t done anything have you?" Russia's smile remained the same, though his eyes seem to take on a certain glint...

"Yes, I took Latvia."

"You took... Latvia? And what would you want with that worthless thing?" the expression on his face had not changed yet the feeling in the room seemed to get, heavier.

"He was suffering here."

"And how did you have contact with my Latvia whne he has been here, in my house, for the last - years?"

"Someone told me he was in trouble."

Ivan leaned over, closer to Japan's face, the smile now blocking the light from the lamp beside his bed. "And who told you that, little man. And don't try lying, as you may have noticed, there is nowhere for you to go, though you can't go anywhere anyways. You can barely talk, let alone move." He grabbed Japans arm and squeezed it, causing daggers of pain to shoot up his arm. His vision was covered in black spots from pain and weakness, yet he still avoided the monster's question.

"Let go of me!" Japan wheezed.

"Da, you're weak." The Russian man got up and turned his back to him. "And you're not going to get any stronger by lying to me. If you've noticed, you're in MY house." He left the room, and Japan could hear him sliding the deadbolt on the other side of the door. Japan sighed and sat up, higging his knees to his chest.

Japan looked around the room, the small lamp on the bedside table only dimly illuminated the room. The dull yellow light mixed with the sickly grey seeping in from the boards over the small window high on the wall. The bed was old and dusty, though Jpana noticed, not as uncomfortable as it could have been, and he did have two heavy quilts over him. He slid these off to reveal that all of his wounds had been bandaged and his body had been washed of the blood. "Where am I? Wait he said, that I was in his house?" Japan looks suspicously around the room. "But wait, these wounds, why would he bind them, why is he helping me? And the blood, he looked down at himself, he had bandages covering the cuts on his arms, torso, and even the ones criss-crossing most of the length of his legs. The bandages came up and over his hips. And the blood, it was everywhere, EVERYWHERE, and now, he had been completely washed and dryed, and as he just noticed, stripped of his clothes and clad only in clean boxers. He put his head between his knees and begun to whisper to himself, "What is he going to do to me?"