Hey guys I'm back! I don't think that I'll be continuing my Darkest Powers Fanfic anytime soon because I have the ending in my head and can type it up and post it but the rest is just all fuzzy in my head and nothing seemed to work out well. So just enjoy my new Fic.

Disclaimers: Who actually reads these? I don't own Hetalia I really don't think an author would post fanfic for their own stuff. Would be funny though...

Chapter One:

Ivan kicked at the small pebble in front of his foot. Much to his displeasure he could feel the air start to cool. The wind had been steadily picking up for the last couple of days. Flowers planted almost half a year ago were slowly beginning to wither. The cheery green of the trees leave were steadily shifting to oranges, browns and reds. Fall was closing in on them bring the dreadful cold of winter with it. Ivan hated winter. Everything was bare and frozen over. When winter came he could no longer escape the icy loneliness in his chest that always ached the most during that time of year.

The fall, with all its changes, always brought around school. Ivan's first day of junior year had been precisely as he had expected. It was a little bit of fun. There was Alfred, last year's freshman that had, not wormed but commanded the attention of the group. This of course, majorly pissed off tight laced Arthur who found the American to be a 'complete and utter prat!' Between Alfred and Francis, Ivan and Yao wondered if Arthur would be able to live through the next two years.

Then there was Ludwig who always seemed to show up in time to stop Arthur from bashing his or one of the other two boys' faces into the wall. Attached to Ludwig's side was always the bouncy pasta loving Italian, Feliciano. The boys had been questioned many times whither they were going out or not. Ludwig would always say no but Feliciano's face would turn a bright red. This always made the other boys suspect something but they weren't sure if Feliciano just had a one-sided crush on the German or if they were keeping their relationship a secret.

Ivan always found watching his friends interact quite amusing, but there was always a lingering feeling that they didn't recognize him as their friend. They always waved to him or, in Alfred's case, yell a greeting across the hall. They would momentarily stop any discussion they were having to greet him when he sat down at lunch or shared a class with them. Aside from that he wasn't exactly included in the conversation for long. Even the soft spoken Canadian boy seemed to have a grater presence in the group. Ivan saw this as strange, he towed over everyone, and at the most Alfred came up to his nose. Everyone noticed him but no one seemed to really acknowledge him.

He kicked the stone again with more vigor than before. It smacked into a rising crack in the sidewalk concrete before veering to the left into a vast field of flowers, Ivan passed to get home. H was slightly baffled that he'd almost missed it. He liked to stop and look at the assortment of flowers every day after school in the fall and late spring. He had even ventured from his home, when he was feeling particularly lonesome, during the summer to visit the garden. He never moved past the sidewalk and into the flower-bed because he wasn't certain if they belonged to someone or not.

A soft yelp sounded from inside the field. Ivan was semi-stunned that his stone had made contact with someone. Much less that someone had actually been in the flowers. He had just been about to voice his apologies when the person literally had shot up, without warning. "You bastard!" the person shouted his voice full of venom, "what the hell do you think you're doing? Hitting my awesome head like that?" Ivan's surprise increased with the fact that the guy was indeed yelling at him. No one had yelled at him like this before. Not even his sisters had glared at him with such venom when they were children. He found it refreshing.

Ivan closely looked the boy over, becoming even more astonished by the boy's appearances. His body was hidden from view under layers of clothes that even as mess and baggy as they were seemed to fit him perfectly. The skin Ivan could see was even paler than the frosty snow that would be coming soon. Ivan wondered if it was cold to the touch like snow or warm like skin should be. His hair was wildly disheveled possibly from lying on the ground for a long period of time. It was such a pale blonde that it glinted silver in the sun light. His cheeks had attained an angry dusting of red from all the shouting he was doing. His narrowed eyes were a strange color that Ivan had never seen on humans before. Most albino animals' eyes donned the color. Red, like that of rubies or freshly spilt blood.

"I know I'm awesomely hot but would you stop checking me out and listen to me, you damn mammoth!" the boy growled. Ivan was officially intrigued by this boy. No one had ever dared to insult him to his face before. Of course he heard the rumors that people whispered when they thought he wasn't listening but no one had come out and told him. Most people who just glance at his size before fleeing. With the exception of Alfred of course who insisted on calling him a 'damn commie' This boy though seemed to have registered his size and was now using it against him.

"What's your name?" Ivan asked cutting the boy off as he started another rant. The red eyes widened in shock before narrowing again.

"Did no one ever teach you manners, whale?" he asked silver eyebrow arching. Ivan chuckled at the insult. Silver brows furrowed at the sound, not comprehending what was so funny to the over grown man in front of him.

"I apologize," Ivan started. "Ivan Braginski."

"That's not what I meant! I was-"

"Your name, da?" Ivan interrupted him again.

There was a moment of silence before a cheeky smile graced his lips and the response of, "Awesome!" Ivan couldn't help but laugh at the remark. It was clear to him what the boy's favorite word was. The boy turned a little red at Ivan's laugh.

"Awesome, da?" Ivan said letting the name thing slid with only a disbelieving look.

"T-that's right!" he stuttered obviously not used to people so easily believing him. Then something suddenly dawned on him. "Ah, it's late! I have to go," he told Ivan, diving back into the flowers. He reappeared from the flowers and carefully began weaving his way towards Ivan. Once out of the flowers Ivan could see a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. It was white with two black strips going across the front. To the left was a black bird with a crown on his head. Its wings were curled up and in its talons were a scepter and some round like object.

"What's your name?" Ivan asked seriously. He wanted to know what it really was now. He didn't recognize the boy from school but perhaps he was new. Ivan wanted to see, talk, listen to this boy again. The boy came to stand right in front of him. Ivan noted that he was short, not just compared to Ivan. He was around Arthur's size give or take a couple of inches. Instead of an answer, something pressed into Ivan's chest. Ivan's fingers moved to grip what the boy was giving him, brushing the others. They were warm and strangely soft. Did men have that soft of hands?

"It was nice meeting you, Ivan Braginski," he said a smug smile quirking his lips. "Even if you are gigantic." Ivan tore his eyes from the boy's face to look at what he'd been presented. He was still recovering from the fact that the red-eyed boy had given him something. He wasn't accustomed to gifts. The only one he'd ever gotten was the one currently wrapped around his neck. His eldest sister had made it for him when they were children and lived in Russia. He loved the gift so much he'd refused to take it off; instead the beige scarf went with him everywhere, even the ocean shore on hot days.

Yellow petals were spread, reaching to grasp the last rays of the sinking sun. The large brown center smiled up at him. It was a sunflower. Ivan's eyes widened. There was no way he could have known that the sunflowers were his favorites. But to have picked it out of the various types that scattered the field was amazing. He lifted his head to question the boy on why he'd picked that exact flower. His heart sunk with disappointment. The boy was no longer there. He frantically searched the roads for any trace of silver blond hair. There was no trace of the boy. If it wasn't for the sunflower Ivan might have thought he made the boy up, he'd been prone to do that before. Smiling softly, he pressed the flower closer before continuing home.

Ivan's house sat at the end of a dead end street where the road was abruptly cut off by large metal gates. From there the road goes straight up into the forest. The house sits on top of the hill in the thickest part of the forest, blocking the house from the view. The high cement walls that were built to keep intruders out of the Braginski mansion make Ivan feel more like a prisoner. He pushes the gate open steadily since the guard has left. Just like everyone else. When Ivan first started climbing up his driveway the sun had just started its descent from view. As he reached the two flights of stairs before his porch the sun was no longer visible.

Unlocking the door, Ivan let himself into the monstrous three story house. The inside was dark and silent. It wasn't always like that. The house had once been full and happy. The Braginski family had moved into this house the summer when Ivan had been ten. He and his sisters had run through the halls exploring every nock and cranny. Even his parents had taken part in the earlier explorations. They would all run through the house then relax in the living room playing cards before one of the maids would tell them dinner was ready. Then school and work started.

His parents became busier and busier with work until the children rarely saw them anymore. At first it started with them barely making it to dinner on time. Then they wouldn't be there to tuck the children in. At some point they just wouldn't come home for nights on end and when they did they would only exchange a few words with the kids before heading back to work. It made Ivan long for the cold wintery weather of Russia where his family had always been together. His eldest sister, Katrina, took over the parental care of her two younger siblings.

As an apology the kids were given their own personal playmates. They were sons of the maids at the house. They had been told not to talk to the Braginski children but upon their parents request were brought to the house to attend to the children personally. An Estonian boy named Eduard was given to Katrina. He smiled little when he first arrived, preferring to stare impassively down his glasses and play on his laptop then with others. Toris the Lithuanian had been an excellent cook and even though he was meant for Ivan had taken in immediate liking to Natalia. Which no one still understands. This left Ivan with the tiny Raivis, who was good at nothing but shaking.

This semi-happiness didn't last long for Ivan though. A year or two later, his sisters moved away. They had refused to go to the public school like Ivan. Instead they opted for a nice private all-girl school like the one they had been going to back in Russia. It was further away from the house than the public school and they had to wake up early and be driven the distance. Tired of the commute the two had decided to just move into the dorms the school provided. The move had been terrible sad for all three of them and Natalia almost changed her mind. They had hugged and promised to be back for the holidays. For the most part Natalia came back for every holiday. Katrina not so much, due to the shame she had for not doing so well grade wise.

Then the servants had gone. Ivan hadn't really minded at first because they were never much company. Eduard, Toris and Raivis would just end up doing the most important jobs in the house. When Ivan wanted company he would search for them and then have them teach him whatever it was they were doing. Then Eduard left. He went off to collage around the same time Katrina had and had moved out of the state. Toris had left a year after Eduard, saying his was going on a trip to Poland with a friend who lived there. He must have liked it because he never came back. Raivis had gone away this summer to visit family and had yet to return.

Ivan went up a flight of stairs to start his homework. There was an unprecedented amount for only being the first day of school. It was simple though. Most of it just worksheets of material learned last year. The teachers were trying to refresh their students' memories. He did it all in a flash then headed down stairs to the kitchen. Looking through the fridge he chose to just re-heat last night's dish. He'd thought that at least Raivis might be returning that night and made too much in his excitement. Instead of sitting at the table he'd chosen to sit in the living room so the TV could momentarily think for him.

It wasn't till he was well on his way to unconsciousness that his mind conjured up the image of silver hair, snowy skin and blood red eyes.

A/N: So that is the first chapter. Did you know Ukraine doesn't have an official human name? Umm to some Ivan may have seemed a little OCC but I don't want him to be all 'Blood. Death. Gore! type of character. So I'm still making him intimidating!

Anyway please review!

This A/N was a lot epic-er when I first wrote this but I accidentally deleted it.