Alright! HAY YOU GAIZ! Takin on Hetalia this time. Sorta.

This is kind of just a for the heck of it/in the moment thing. More laid back, 'kay? This one is for fits,giggles, aws, and such.

I don't know If I'll ever really do anything with this. DON'T EXPECT ALOT FROM IT.

I f you really like it though and I hear a lot, I'll try to make it, good? but like I said, nothing to serious?

Yes there is an OC. I just feel a little more comfortable fitting a character of my own into a story. It helps me keep from changing the real characters. Plus, it's not like they're just there. The OC is key to the story. I mean, c'mon. You read the summary right? *smiles*

It won't be completely centered around him either. Things definatly will happen between the other characters. You can't really replace bickering at World conferences.

Review and suggest if you like. I always like hearing from you readers. Now, on with the story?

Snow.

Ice.

Tundra.

Empty.

Full.

Happy.

Lonely.

It was always so cold like this in Russia.

Large.

Menacing,

and Powerful.

In a way it was great, and in other ways, it wasn't. Such a strong nation, well built, with his wits about him. Always getting his way. By any means necessary. Everything about Russia screamed 'fake'. The exterior was a distorted, misunderstood version of the inner.

Sure, hecame off as pleasant and happy,

then hewould turn violent, manipulative, and controlling.

But inside. That 'mask' of happyness is really all that's wanted.

For it to be real.

Ivan was walking down the sidewalk in town. He had run out of food in his refrigerator and had to go get it himself.

Why did he have to go get it himself?

Well, he didn't live with anyone anymore. The once proud Soviet Union had been dissolved.

He used to live with the Baltic nations, Latvia, Estonia, and Lithuania, and his sisters, Ukraine and Belarus. It was quite lively with them around. Even in the time that Prussia had been in his stay it was fun. Though he was a bit more on the annoying side along with Belarus obsessive over marrying him. In fact, she was still like that in a way, but still she did not stay with him. He still liked having them around besides those factors. He didn't find their reasons for staying very pleasant though.

He wished for friends, not servants and captives, fearing for their lives. They were afraid of Russia, so they stayed with him. He found how they trembled in his presence annoying. But..

He didn't know what the real difference between friend, and captive.

or victim,

or any of it.

Because he never really had friends.

He would use any means needed to get them to stay. Sure yes, he was greedy, and he became very corrupt. In the middle of it all he began thinking it was really all for power and ruling over everyone. When his plans failed however, he didn't despair about the loss of power or control that much.

He was depressed because his friends and family left him in the blink of an eye. People hated him, and feared him.

Nothing he did ever really worked.

It worked for Russia.

but not for Ivan.

He had finished getting everything he needed and began to head home. He was in a bit of a dazed state as he watched the snow flutter to the ground around him. He was also eavesdropping on other people's conversations. It was a habit of his. He heard a few woman talking at a table outside a restaurant.

"I wonder, is the boy homeless?" one said.

"Not sure, but he just wanders around the edge of town a lot. He even steals from people he comes across! what a horrible thing!"

"Ah, I hope something is done about it. It's sort of scary to hear a child is mugging people."

'A child? Hm..I guess I'll have to watch for them then. Da, I rather not get my vodka stolen.' he thought, then shrugged it off. He continued walking back to his house. He passed people here and there and various buildings and alleys. He was bored with the reoccurring setting of his life. It was slipping into a normal routine, and it was quite boring.

One little disruption would be fun for him.

Even if it was annoying.

He kept walking until he took a wrong corner. When he wasn't paying attention he bumped into something. He heard a small 'Uff!' and a thump on the ground.

"Hm?" he said as he looked down at the little form at his feet. It was a little dirty kid who he had accidentally knocked on his butt.

"Hey! That hurt.." the little boy mummbled, rubbing his behind. He tried to get up but he winced and fell right back on his butt. He rolled up his faded pant leg to see he scraped his knee. He sniffled.

"You are hurt, Da?" Ivan questioned, looking down at him. He didn't think much of the boy. The little boy just pouted and crossed his arms stubbornly. He puffed his breath upward and made his hair fly up at the sudden burst of hair. He looked up at Ivan, nearly having to crank his neck vertically to catch him eye to eye.

"Nuh-uh!" he said. He then got up again, but he clearly looked upset by his knee. He started walking away wavering ever so often and being gentle on his hurt knee.

'A little homeless child, with no family. Sounds a litle familiar. Sort of what childhood situation I was in.' He rounded a corner when Ivan pulled him up off the ground by his right arm. The boy started flailing in the air and turned back to look at him. When their eyes met the boy immediately stopped moving and just started cowering a little.

Ivan took the time to study him as he dangled there. His eyes were a very pale blue-ish green. He had a dirt clad face andvery light blond hair. He was dressed in a patched up winter coat and faded pants. He also had worn out shoes on and a little black hat placed cock-eyed on his head. The boy clearly looked like he was living on the streets. Clearly he must have been the boy those women were talking about.

"You do not have a home, Little one?" he asked, this made the boy shiver.

"I-I don't." he said as he looked at the ground. He grew even quieter at the question.

"Can I get down now?" he asked. Ivan looked like he was thinking about it. He cracked a grin.

"I'd like to ask another question first. Have you ever had a family?" The little boy stared at Ivan. He didn't have a clue where this was going.

"N-No. I've always lived on the streets." That answer made Ivan even more curious. Sounded even more like something familiar.

"Well, where are you originally from little one?"

"I don't know."

"Do you have a name at least?" he asked. The boy seemed to think, as if he had a choice in the answer. He looked back up at Ivan and answered quietly.

"Ro-..a-ah..A-Alexiandru Selymes." he stuttered.

"..I see. Interesting name." Ivan said. The boy looked away. The Russian was suspicious about him. He found it best to take him with him. The man sighed a little then looked at the boy.

"Huh?" the little boy looked confused.

"You will be coming with me, Da?" he asked, or more like told him, innocently.

"..No! Let me down!" The boy looked a bit creeped out by Ivan. Clearly his intimidation hadn't been from just the Soviet Union. The boy was scared, but still a bit to ignorant to just give in. Russia could easily get him to come though.

"No? Well, if I leave you here you're little scrape will become infected. Then you will die, of one thing or anoder." Ivan hoisted the boy up over his shoulder and continued on his way home.

"Nahh! D-Don't! put me down!"The boy started protesting the entire way back to Russia's house. He kept kicking his feet and hitting him on the back.

"If you don't stop. I will let you freeze here to death. Even worse them living in de gutter, Da?" he questioned. The boy quieted down and silently agreed.

Looks like Russia had a new house guest.

Yeahh. Little child :) hehehe.

Russia + Child = Stuff

Yes, THEE BEST MATH YOU EVER HEARD OF.

So, Yeah. Please tell me what you think, and If i shoudl even continue or not. Shoudl I have a serious end to this or no? Ehhh?

IDUNNO TELL ME.