Before I begin I must warn you that some content may be in some ways sadening and/or possibly explicit. If you in any way dislike sad stories or anything of the above description I advice you to not read any further. If you are up for some possible "forced loving", teary moments, terrible grammar and atrocious spelling due to it being late and slightly rushed...then by all means ENJOY!
P.S. This is my first fanfic so please be gentle with the rage.
It was 5AM and Ivan sat by the window bundled up alone, staring longingly out into the falling snow of the similarly lonely outdoors. This was in no way new and he did not expect anything to change. He was not expecting the small, cheerful Asian beauty and nor was he expecting to have anything change inside his cage of solitude. Watching the snow drift mournfully (as it always felt to him) upon the sloping expanses of white, it was not until he blinked that he actually beleived he was seeing the man dressed in red which was dancing in the snow. Eagerness crept into the Russian, nagging him to learn more of the unknown man whom seemed so joyful with what he had learned to incorperate into his misery.
But Ivan did not budge from his seat. Instead, he watched with intrigue as the long black hair of the man swished and swirled with every flip or twirl the small man made. The man was laughing as he played exuberantly amongst the falling flakes. For a moment he stopped and fell into the mass of white beneath him.
Realizing the red clad man was tired, Ivan considered bringing the man out a cup of tea. Ivan thought better of it when he heard another voice calling to the worn out male.
"Yao-san!...Yao-san!"
Yao, as he was called, hurried to his feet to call back to the voice.
"I'm here Kiku! I'll be right there ~aru!"
As Yao ran back to the voice named Kiku, Ivan began to feel disappiontment, misery, and a twang of foolish hope that he would see Yao again. As days went by and slowly turned to a week...2 weeks...maybe 4 weeks, Ivan sat by that window as often as he could waiting for Yao to return.
To be continued...
Reveiw, please! If you don't, I won't know what you think! I do not own Hetalia!