Hello and welcome to my first ever fanfic, a trace of the past with Russia and Poland. Hope you like it!

Become one with Mother Russia!

Griffin Descendant

'If you get any closer to Lithuania I will whip out the Poland rule and make Warsaw your capital.'

Heh. Cheap polish comedy, that's what I would call it. That prick used to be fine. Used to. But our friendship lies in the past now, same as all the days we used to spend together. They won't come back. And if you would ask me if that's good or bad, I would have to take some time thinking of that answer. Somebody that had nearly the same love for vodka and didn't mind me being like I am. We actually had, maybe still have lots in common. It's just the fact that the other nations never realized, especially Lithuania. And you would think he knows that Pole, or knows me. Guess what? Nobody does. Poor chances they will ever think of the two of us ever being friends.

It all started with my Car (That's what they called the rulers of Russia long time ago) and Poland's boss. You would never believe me, but they actually fell in love with each other. Yep, that's the actual history. Before we never actually did anything together, but that forced us to spend time with each other. It also gave me a chance to know Felix better, and you we also shared many feelings. That was before he met Lithuania. Before he met Toris, he lived with Prussia and was going out for vodka with me at least a few times in a week. I'm not even sure he told 'Liet' that he used to be best friends with the same person who tortured him and lived with the person who they beaten twice, meaning Prussia. Telling that wouldn't certainly be one of my options, and I'm the biggest country in the world with absolute power.

I taught him many things, back in the day. You could say the first person to touch the pipe without getting killed or hurt by it. He taught me everything he knew about horse riding and all the fancy tricks. In return, I taught him how to defend yourself, mostly with my own pipe and a sword. You could say that we were best friends, and had a better friendship than him and Lithuania, or any other country.

But he did the wrong move. Invaded Moscow. That would be the reason for me torturing him so badly during WW2, though it looked like he deserved it. But he rose back again. Again and again, unlike Prussia. You could say he was strong willed. He got the country back again after 123 years of being annexed and torture. He still has the scars, and I sometimes stop to think and wonder how the hell he isn't dead yet. He's not stronger, or even close to being strong as Lithuania, but he always gets through. Somehow.

Heh. And from my point of view right now, you could say that we're still friends.

I really hoped you enjoyed that, my first actual published hetalia fanfic. Looking back at their history most of this stuff would be true, but I always longed to look how their past would look like. So I used a bit of my creativity and did this.

Pwease review and no, I'm not planning on shipping them.

Unless you want me too :3