It's so cold and quiet. I can't remember when I last saw a person.

The little girl stopped in her tracks and took a good long look at her surroundings. There was snow for miles and mountainous regions but nothing that proved there were others out here. She had had seen some little villages back when she started wandering around and the people were very kind, treating her to their food and offering her safety when the winds picked up. But she never lingered for long because she feared being a burden. So she always left before anyone noticed.

I wonder when I'll run into the next village. She thought as she started moving forward again. Her little boots leaving prints that were instantly erased by the falling snow. As a harsh wind blew by she tried to conceal her face with her coat but it barely stood a chance. She whimpered and chose to crouch down, burying her face in her knees with her hands over her head, holding her hat in place.

Oh, General Winter. You're being cruel right now. What did I do to deserve this?

As soon as the silent question was asked the winds seemed to stop. The girl peered up, her lavender eyes widening when her brain finally registered that there was a ghost of an elderly man standing just a few feet away. He was gazing down at her. His stare was so cold that it sent chills down her spine. She didn't need to ask who he was, she already knew.

"You're General Winter," She said softly. The man nodded as he approached her and crouched down, resting a hand on her head, though she felt nothing. "What, what do you want with me? I've done nothing wrong. I'm just-"

"I know what you are doing, malyutka," The man mumbled as he rose back up to his feet. "You will not find what you are looking for all the way out here." The man turned and pointed outward, beyond the horizon. She tilted her head, eyes shining with curiosity.

"Out there is where you'll find what you seek. But be careful. Out there is nothing like what you've seen here. There are grand cities and an abundance of people. Not everyone is as they seem. You've heard stories, da? About monsters?"

"Da, I've heard the stories. But they are just stories," The girl said.

"Sometimes stories are true. The monsters in the story can be real and you will see many out there," General Winter said as he started to walk away. The little girl squeaked and started to follow him but an obscenely harsh wind prevented her from doing so and when it passed, the man was gone. She looked around but saw nothing.

Is it true? Are the monsters in the stories real? What do they look like? How do they act? Oh, General Winter. You leave me wondering about what could be out there. I have so many questions but there are no answers. I don't want to be killed by a monster but what if the answers I seek are out there? Do I turn back or do I move forward?

The little girl moaned softly as she reached up, rubbing her head in a somewhat soothing motion. She was starting to doubt herself and when that happened she tended to get a headache.

No. I can't be afraid! I, I need to get my question answered! I need to find out who I am!

The pain passed. More little tracks were created in the snow. This time they didn't disappear.

Translations

Note: I use goggle translate. So, if anything is wrong, that's why.

Malyutka (Russian) = little one

Da (Russian) = yes (OBVIOUSLY)

End Note:

So, this is my first Hetalia story ever. I might write more about this little girl in the future. I don't know yet.

She's my own personification of Siberia and I'm rather proud of her. /nods