AN~ Herro there J this is my first story so yea. Its Hetalia AU, in case you didn't notice ;) soooo I don't know what else to say? Enjoy!

~~Panasonic~~

Chapter 1

Ivan lay down and wrapped himself in layers of thick white blankets. Maybe he would have a nap. Ivan didn't usually like sleeping. Most nights all Ivan had were Nightmares. Tonight though, as he closed his violet eyes, he hoped for good dreams. Dreams about his life before his family had split up.

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Ivan looked around, hoping to see lush green grass and his siblings dancing cheerfully. Instead his eyes were met with a sky of black and a ground of white. Snow drifted. Down around him, colouring his pale blonde hair whiter. He stood on top of a large grey rock at least ten feet up from the snowy ground. The dark sky filled with darker clouds. The snow now fell in thick turrets. Ivan glanced around. There had to be a way down from this rock. Ah, there was his answer. A ladder had been leaned against the tall rock. Slippery, but still, it was a way off the tall rock. Shakily, Ivan began to climb down. One foot after the other. It wasn't too bad, until his foot slipped.

His thick beige gloves let go of the ladder. Violet eyes widened, and before he had the chance to scream, he felt arms snake around his waist. Ivan yelped as he was jerked back up to the rock, and looked up. Violet eyes locked with periwinkle. As Ivan looked past the concerned eyes and the long blonde pigtails, he saw two wings of every colour sprouting out of the girl's back. 'I see you have found a way into my dream world.' She laughed.

He gasped and reached out, stroking the soft feathers.

'Are these real?' Ivan whispered, awestruck. 'Do the colours mean anything?'*

The girl smiled and nodded. Tilting her head to the side, she dropped him gently on the tip of the rock. Her periwinkle eyes opened behind wire rimmed glasses. 'Well, All of the colours means something different. White means kindness, red means anger, pink means love, grey means loneliness. I could go on about it forever really.' Her voice was quiet. It kept him on the edge of his seat, listening for more words.

'You have so much pink in yours. Why is that?' He observed.

'That means that I have been and still am loved. Even when everyone forgot me, I loved them all still. My family and my pets to name only some. But most of all you Ivan.' A sad tear slipped down her china doll face. ' You were the one person who never forgot me.'

' Madeleine.' Ivan breathed. Madeleine had been the love of his life before she had been killed in a car accident. They had been together for nearly five years, previously. Madeleine had been on her way home from her job as a baker, the night of their anniversary. Now as he looked into her beautiful eyes he felt a tear of his own slip out from his blonde eyelashes. 'Yes Madeleine. I love you.' Ivan mumbled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Suddenly Madeleine began to fade away. 'No Madeleine! Where are you going!' Ivan nearly yelled.

Madeleine gave Ivan a closed eyes smile. 'Your waking up Ivan. Goodbye! I hope to see you again soon!' Madeleine called and disappeared completely.

Ivan blinked. **So this was a dream. Okay then** He took one last look around before diving off the rock. Air rushed by him as he fell. A tingling appeared at his toes, working its way up the rest of his he awoke he yelled a sentence that echoed around the land.

'I'D NEVER LEAVE IF IT WAS UP TO ME-!'