It was a cold morning. Not that Ivan wasn't already used to it. Russia was cold, and growing up there all his life, Ivan learned to live with it.

"Brother!" Natasha. Someone he hadn't learned to live with. Ivan sighed, getting out of bed. A small blond girl tackled him, her small arms wrapping around his large figure. "It's a beautiful day! Perfect for marriage!" Ivan' s face turned visibly green. "Not today Natasha." He muttered as his head started to ache, grabbing his coat. Natasha frowned, looking at her brother angrily. "Tomorrow then. Katyusha had breakfast ready." She flicked her blond hair to the side, and walked out of the room. Ivan threw the coat around him, pulled on his pants, and slipped on his shoes. A familiar "boinging" sound filled the room as Katyusha trotted in.

"Ivan! Breakfast!"

"Did you not just send Natatasha in here?"

"No?"

He said nothing, but groaned in reply. He stood up, and followed Katyusha to the table. "G-Good morning Mr. Ivan sir!" A small blond Latvian smiled nervously. "Ah, good morning Raivis, I see you didn't do the dishes last night like you were supposed to." Latvia turned around to see the sink filled with dishes, water now cold. "I'm sorry sir, I'll get right on that!"

"He just loves torturing us, doesn't he?" Toris, a Lithuanian, whispered to his Estonian roommate, Eduard. Eduard nodded hesitantly. "Eat first, then dishes!" Katyusha smiled, putting food down on the table. Ivan nodded at Raivis, who looked confused about what he was supposed to do. "We should eat this at our wedding tomorrow brother." Natasha picked up her fork, "accidentally" stabbing Toris. "Why do you always do that?!" She glared at him, he rubbed his hand. Ivan took a sip of his vodka, which Katyusha strongly disapproved of at breakfast time. His headache grew, and he became nauseous. "I drank too much last night." He pinched the bridge of his nose, and opened his closed eyes.

Hot food on the table, but only one person to eat it.

Because Ivan was the only one there. He had always been.

"I'm all alone, how could I forget?"

Oh my god, Ivan is so hard to write! There are probably a story like this one already made, but after uploading "Sunshine", a story about the death of HRE in Feliciano's persepctive, I decided to do something like this.

I do not own Hetalia, but thanks for reading my story! ^ ^