I hate the snow. It's cold and never seems to leave my homeland. I much prefer a warm and sunny place where I can grow Sunflowers.

But no matter what I want it doesn't change the fact that the snow will continue to fall. I can't change that. But every now and then when Sunflowers begin to sprout, I find myself gaining a little bit of hope, which is always smothered by the next snow fall.

Over the years I have slowly began to quit hoping and accept what I am, a cold, scary, heartless monster, who everyone fears and hates.

So I hide my tears with smiles in hopes that I may seem less scary. But it doesn't seem to work. Fake smiles aren't the same as those which are sincere.

But even so, I can only stop smiling and let my cover drop whenever I am completely alone, so that I can cry by myself as what I am, a monster.

I take over many nations to come and join mother Russia, only they always leave. And whenever they are with me they are always scared of me and make sure to stay clear of me, which is why I believed taking over Prussia would result in the same fate.

I smiled at the man cowered down to nothing before me, weak and helpless. Taking another step forward in the snow, I noticed red eyes open once more. My smile faltered for only a second as Prussia stood up once again, pride forcing him to not give up on any hope that still possibly existed for him and his brother, as well as the other axis nations.

I gripped my pipe tighter, ready to use it whenever the albino decided to make his move. Prussia reached down to grab his gun but I quickly hit it away with my pipe the second it was in his hands. The nation before me looked over at his far away weapon, pondering on what to do next.

Blood trickled down the weaker man's face as he turned to face me once again, our eyes locked. I watched as the smaller nation's eyes seemed to take on a faraway look in them, suddenly, they became quite sad, as if he was apologizing to whom I could only assume be his younger brother, Germany.

My smile whipped itself off of my face as I stared long and hard at the Prussian. He looked just as I felt, and it struck something inside of me, as if what I had been trying so hard to conceal, had just been let out and I'm being forced to watch all of my pain.

Then, suddenly, Prussia collapsed and fell into unconsciousness.

Soon after that the war was over, and Prussia came to live with me. I never could have imagined the extent to which that had changed my fate.

Author's Note:

First chapter done! Mire like Epilog but you know~ Just a little story idea I got from listening to Russia and Prussia's character songs (As well as re-reading my older story Not Afraid :P I will try much harder on this RusPrus one… don't worry). I'm afraid I am a major fan of Prussia living with Russia after World War II hahaha and Russia being all lonely and sad until Prussia comes in with his awesomeness! But this story I actually have a plot for… I hope you like it! Please read and review, da? ^J^