Ludwig groaned. He didn't want to be here, but here he was, dragged by his older brother and Feliciano. America's Christmas party. It was so full of people and it was loud. And everywhere he looked, he could see at least one spot that was dirty, and he wanted to clean it up.
Everyone was here: Italy, who was eating past, again. Japan, who refused to eat the cake because the colour of it was blue. Prussia, his older brother, who was drinking beer at the moment. France was drinking wine and trying to get girls into his bed for tonight. Spain was trying to find Romano, who was hiding from him. England was already drunk, and he was yelling something at America who looked really confused, and soon ignored England and went somewhere else in the party. Sweden was staying really close to Finland, who was having a drink of something. Maybe Sweden was staying so close so he would be able to stop Finland from drinking too much.
Ludwig shivered when he remembered what it was like when Tino was drunk. It wasn't pretty, especially if he got some kind of weapon in his hands. Who would have known that someone sweet and kind and trusting like Finland could become really violent when he gets drunk? Well Ludwig doesn't want to see that again, so he thought that it was good that Sweden stayed close to Tino.
Denmark was trying to get close to Norway, who just kicked him between the- Ouch! That looked really painful…
The Baltics were staying together like always. Lithuania and Estonia tried to stop Latvia from drinking too much. The little country can hold his liquor surprisingly well. Ukraine was crying about something again, and she said many times "I'm so sorry!". Belarus… Was staying really close to Ukraine.
Ludwig frowned. Normally Belarus would be searching for Russia. So what was going on? Ludwig looked around. He checked the main room, and the toilets, but the Russian was nowhere to be found. Maybe he should ask Alfred? Well he can try.
So Ludwig went to Alfred, who was just having a drinking contest with Gilbert, and tapped the American's shoulder.

"Excuse me, America."

"Hm? What is it, dude? I'm busy at the moment!"

"Err… I can see that… But it seems that everyone else is here, expect Russia."

"Yeah, I didn't invite the commie bastard~!"

"You didn't? I thought this party was for everyone."

"Yeah, but dude, he would just scare all the babes away!"

"….. That's the point..?"

"Of course~! And he's a commie bastard!"

Ludwig sighed and left outside. He really didn't want to stay in the party, so he started to walk away, hoping his brother wouldn't notice that he left. Luckily no one seemed to come after him, so he was safe from his brother.
Ludwig started to think about Russia. Why did he care anyways was Russian invited into the party or not? He really didn't know the Russian well, and he has heard what kind of person Russia can be sometimes. Ludwig shivered to the thought of Russia beating up the Baltics. Ludwig has also heard that Russia has raped all of the Baltics. Ludwig sometimes didn't want to believe that though, because the Baltics seemed to be doing fine, and he has never seen any bruises or anything on their face or hands. Or any other kind of injury. Expect once, when Lithuania came into a meeting with a broken leg. The man had said that he had just fallen down in the stairs, but everyone pretty much thought that, fallen down stair or not, it was Russia's fault. Even Ludwig had thought that way.
Should Ludwig go and see how Russia was doing? … Where did that idea come from? It's not like Ludwig and Russia were friends. No, they really weren't. They hardly spoke to each other. But it wouldn't hurt to visit him right? It was Christmas after all. … So why not?
With that thought, Ludwig took another direction, and started walking towards Russia's home.

Le time skip~

Russia's front door. It was huge. Even the whole place was absolutely huge. It just left Ludwig standing there like an idiot for a moment, before he shook his head and almost knocked on the door, but then stopped himself.
What if Russia was sleeping? It was rather late. Maybe Ludwig could peek inside from windows and see if Russia was still awake or not. Yeah, that sounds good.
So Ludwig went to the first window and peeked in. The room looked like a living room. There was no television though, but a fireplace.
'I guess he doesn't watch much TV…' Ludwig thought and continued to watch what else was in the room. The room seemed to be really big, and there were two couches, and they looked old, but still beautiful and even handmade. They had curves and engravings on the wooden parts, and the fabric looked like it came straight from 1800-century. The two armchairs were the same. The fabric was deep red, and the seats looked actually really comfortable.
There was an old looking rug on the floor, and it was deep red too, but it had golden edges. It was big enough so the couches and armchairs could be on it, but still it didn't cover the whole floor which was dark brown, and seemed to be hazel. The walls in the room were white, a soft white, not hard white that is nowadays used much. There was also a chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. It really was a beautiful room.
There was a fire going in the fireplace, so Russia might be still awake. Ludwig was about to go to the door to knock, but he stopped when he noticed that there was someone sitting on one of the armchairs. Ludwig narrowed his eyes a bit, trying to see better through the window. It was a man. A tall man with really blond hair and big nose. Ah, it was Russia. And the man seemed to be still awake.
Ludwig looked at Russia's face. The Russian seemed to be smiling. It seemed to be the smile that the ma smiles every day, but there was something different about it. But what? Ludwig just couldn't put his finger on it.
Ludwig tried to think about it. He thought and thought but he couldn't get an answer. Finally he gave up and looked at the Russian again. Russia wasn't smiling anymore. The smile was gone. This was the first time Ludwig has seen Russia without a smile on his face. What was going on? Ludwig kept looking at Russia, wanting to solve this problem, wanting to know why the Russian wasn't smiling, until he saw something that would bother him the rest of the night.

'Is that… A tear….?'

AN: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! It's been so long since I put up here something! I'm sorry it took so long! *dies* But anyway,this a new fanfic that I'm starting here~! And it's a request from Sevron Braginski, so I hope you'll like it dear~! REVIEWS MUCH APPRECIATED!