A/N: Hello! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a very long time, I've been really busy with school. I've changed the first chapter (By a lot, I know) because I had no idea what was going on with the old one -_- heh . . . heh.
Please let me know if I have made any mistakes.
I will probably post the next chapter at anytime within one to two weeks.
Let me know if you like the new version!
DISCLAMER: Sadly, I totally like, don't own Hetalia.
The Closet
Ivan lay on his hard bed and drew his legs up to his chest. He was cold. There were no windows in his room, yet even so he swore he could feel a cold breeze sweep across his numbing face.
With it's bare walls and blank floors, his room wasn't very homely. The only colour in his room was the large brown, wooden closet that dominated the wall opposite his bed. Ivan had a bed too, but it was a dull, metallic grey. Not as exciting as a musty, brown closet.
Sometimes Ivan thought he could see a beautiful arrangement of sunflowers hanging on the wall, but whenever he reached out to stroke the golden petals, the flowers would disappear, leaving Ivan to stroke the cold, white wall.
There was only one door in his room. A tall, grey door stood on the wall near the foot of his bed. But that door was always locked. Ivan had never been through that door before. But he would catch glimpses of tiled floors and pale, yellow walls whenever Matthew came to visit him.
Matthew was Ivan's only friend. He always visits Ivan and talks to him, unlike all his other visitors. Matthew always wants to know how he was feeling and what Ivan had on his mind. Ivan liked Matthew.
There also was a pretty man named Toris who came in sometimes and cleaned his room. Toris had very pretty green eyes and hair, brown like his closet. He was very nice to Ivan but Ivan knew that the man was scared of him.
But that was okay with Ivan. Matthew and Toris had nothing on his Yao. Matthew's pretty blonde hair had nothing on Yao's silky brown hair. Toris' shining green eyes had nothing on Yao's beautiful almond ones.
No one could ever replace his beautiful Yao-Yao.
Ivan watched the towering closet with intent.
He missed Yao.
And so he drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with ice, snow and Yao.
