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Song: The Tree Song(Kaiba OST)
Summary: Many many years ago, before Bloody Sunday or the Soviet Union, Russia found a cat.
"Go home." He commanded the little animal. "You will not be liking my house. It is cold, and you will be hungry."
The kitten only stared up with its too-large eyes and purred.
Russia pushed the cat away with his foot, but it only clambered over the snow to sit by his legs. He tried to scare it away, shouting until his voice was raw, but it never moved from its place next to his feet. He tried everything he could think of to get the little animal to just go away, but it ignored him completely. Well, not completely. It still sat there and looked up at him with watery eyes. In the end, Russia did the only thing he could.
He picked the kitten up and tucked it inside his thin coat, where it would hopefully find some warmth.
All the way home, he continued to peek inside his coat, to see those too-big watery eyes staring up at him. He noticed many things about the kitten; its fur was thin and stringy, its ribs were showing, and it looked lonely. Very, very lonely. He decided then and there that they were going to be friends.
When he finally made it to his house, the first thing he did was pour some milk for his new friend. His only friend. Russia could remember many times when he had been beaten, avoided, or conquered, but never once had anyone followed him of their own will. No one had ever wanted to be his friend so badly that they would brave General Winter's wrath just to follow him home.
He had to admit; it felt good to have a real friend.
So the next morning, when he woke up to find the milk untouched and the kitten dead, he couldn't stop the warm tears from dripping down his cheeks and into the stringy, messy fur of his friend as he held the little body close to his heart.
"Go home." He commanded the little animal. "I do not like you. You are very annoying. You will stop making noise now, da?"
The kitten only stared up with its too-large eyes and purred.
Soviet Russia turned away from the little animal and quickened his pace, but it only clambered over the banks of snow to follow him, mewling pitifully all the way. Without warning, he turned and kicked it away, watching with a childish smile as it sailed through the air and disappeared into a pile of snow as it landed.
"I do not need you." He said to the kitten as it dragged itself out from the snow."I have many many friends now. I have no need for silly cats."
It's only response was to collapse next to his foot and look up at him with watery eyes. It seemed that it was not going to leave unless he killed it and left it in the snow. So, Russia did the only thing he could.
He picked the kitten up, and tucked it into the folds of his warm coat.
When he came home and brought it out to show his sisters, Ukraine had smiled happily and patted the kitten on the head. Belarus had only given it an indifferent stare, but that was how she was. The fact that she was tolerating the little animal was good enough for him. He quickly poured the kitten-he named her Asya- some warm milk, and watched carefully as her little pink tongue lapped at the food.
He wasn't surprised when he woke up the next morning to find Asya on the floor, dying from injuries he couldn't see.
Even if he wasn't surprised, he found he still couldn't stop the warm tears from dripping down his cheeks and into Asya's stringy, messy fur as he held her dying body close to his heart.
A/N: Dang, this story was kind of unsavory.
Please tell me if there are any typos or misspellings. My spellcheck is broken and I have yet to fix it.