(I took my sweet time realizing that, as an Authoress, I have full rights to throw together any two characters I see fit. Why Spain and Russia, you ask? Because, chickpeas, I'm half Spanish and half Russian. Enjoy.)

Warmth

Chapter one

Russia was always cold.

No matter how much he bundled up, how fierce his winter sun shone, he was always cold. The clamminess clung to his pale skin like a bodysuit. There was no escape for him. Forever frozen in his own body, while he wished for warmth constantly.

He hated it. The snow and the ice, beautiful in their own way, was lost on him, the frozen one. Every second of every day, he wished for sunlight. For the sweet kiss of warmth, never known to him.

"….Sunflowers…sunflowers and warmth…"

Ivan forgot where he was, another useless world meeting, and mumbled aloud. No one noticed. No one ever does. His eyes were drawn to the European nations further down the table. France, The Italy brothers, and……him.

Russia's eyes narrowed significantly, but his smile stayed plastered on his face. His smile never changed. Frozen, like the rest of him.

Spain. Antonio something or other. Russia didn't know this nation personally, but that didn't stop him from hating the tan skinned nation with all of his hulking being. Spain. The country where the sun never sets. His gloved hands were clenched beneath the table.

Why? What sick whim of fate placed him in a wasteland of ice and snow, and put that empty-headed, carefree Spaniard in constant warmth and happiness? Look at him. Surrounded with his brothers, surrounded by love. Why not Ivan?

Russia spared a glance to his two sisters. Belarus was staring at him with adoration for who knows how long, fingering her ever present dagger. Ivan repressed a shudder. Ukraine wasn't even here. Again. No doubt avoiding him because of her long standing debt. Is this all that he had? A psycho and a cheapskate? This is his family? Why??

What had Ivan done to merit him unworthy of family and warmth and happiness?

And why, why couldn't he have what he wanted the most?

(Okay, short, I know. But I'll update soon. Poor Vanya!)