A.N.: Whew. I knew I wanted a Russia-related fanfiction because I've had the itch to write it for days...This is just the initial prologue.

This is probably going to be a Russia x [insert name of character in Hetalia here], but I'm not sure which character I'll pair him up with.

Sadly, I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers or any of its characters.

He didn't know when the world was going to end. But he didn't believe the legend of the Mayan or Maya (or whatever you call it) calendar either. Being a nation was somewhat like being an immortal. You get to live on, and see your people's lives. It'd be nice if you had a normal, regular, non-war filled past. But when you had been under the weight of a blood-bathed history, moving on was harder to do.

Being an immortal. Being a nation. It's a part and parcel of the same deal, so no hard feelings should exist right?

Peeking out the window, Russia didn't feel like going to the conference today. He didn't even feel like going out.

Not that it wasn't a normal thing for him. He just went to the meetings most of the time because he needed to go as a natio.n There was also the opportunity to "visit" the Baltic trio. But then...he could always see them even if there wasn't a conference.

Something at him nagged this question: If he wasn't a nation, how would he be regarded as a human?

Not that he couldn't answer that question. It'd just make things complicated. The one thing he was sure of though, was that he'd be regarded as a "tall guy". Other than that, not much could be said.

Ukraine would be at the conference from what he heard. But then, Belarus was going to be there too…He definitely did not need their attention now.

The day was only beginning but he began to feel depressed. Glancing in a nearby mirror, he saw himself smiling.

What the heck? When people think that they're depressed, I bet they either hide it or ask for help…when I think I'm depressed I smile…what's up with that? He thought.

It was a normal day, in ordinary time. How could things get interesting with that?

Russia felt tired now. He wanted to sleep for some reason or another. Walking past the window, he headed for the couch. When he finally laid himself on the pillow, he heard knocking at the door. Once then twice. Normally he would've at least answered the door. But now, he didn't care so much.

Even if the person knocking at the door was Belarus.

It was dark in the dream. And very cold. There was no sound at all, except fos footsteps. This reminded him of a maze; forever unending and walls that kept you locked in. Internally restrained, the branches seemed to say with their gnarled shapes. That's what Russia would've thought. It was too dark for him in the dream anyway.

Or at least…it had to be a dream right? The place was filled with nothing…almost emptiness.

Emptiness.

Alone.

Darkness.

Russia couldn't believe he only realized where he was now. Himself.

He was inside his own self. With no way out.

A.N.: And that's it! I can't ask you guys to review now, because I don't think it's much of a prologue for the story itself...Basically, the plot is that Russia has this dream of being totally alone, and "someone" helps him outta that stage...

Although Russia will still be Russia...

But if you do decide to review, please tell me how you think the story will flow.