Hello, JiiBee here~ Long time, no write, huh? I think I'm not supposed to be writing now either, I have too many irons on the fire at the moment, mostly because of my own stupidity... This week was just so Hetalia-nostalgic for reason unknown to me, and I just got the urge to do something related to it.

This is actually a project of mine from about a year ago, but I never got around cleaning the text and publishing it. It will be ongoing with an irregular upload schedule, meaning that I'll upload a chapter when I get an inspiration to do one. The chapters will probably be differently lenghted, this quite short i.e., depends on the even on the hand in the current chapter. Some things just need more explaining than others. The next chapter is written, I'll upload it possibly after I'm done with this, or only later. We'll see.

Feedback is always welcome, as are suggestions about an event that should be portrait (I'm really weak on Finnish history, guaranteed that I'm a Finn myself... OTL) and corrections about possible failures about some events I've already written (they are highly possible).

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia (what a big surprise, it would be a canceled project because of my lazyness and short concentration span).

Warnings: Possible OOC:ness, even though I try to make the characters act as I think they would, as countries and as oc's of Himaruya-sensei.

"Okay, here we go!"

A shiver of light filtered through the dusty air as the big and heavy looking door was opened from the outside. The room was dark, and for a while a silhouette of a man and a small dog was seen on the doorway, before the person infiltrating this dark place reached to click on the lights. After a few flickers the electric lights illuminated the room, showing a large space full of boxes and old furniture and whatnot.

"Wow", the man on the doorway said, "there are even more stuff in here than I remembered!" The small dog next to him let out a yap and went on before her owner to sniff the place. Every smell was a familiar one, even if some of them felt like the last time she got a sniff of them was so long ago.

"Hanatamago! Watch out, I don't want you to get lost in there!" The concerned man shouted before the small white fluffball. The said fluffball gave a glance towards her owner, huffed and kept on with her investigation. Seriously, who did he think he is? She could take care of herself perfectly well! There was no way she could get lost in this place, with her snout to guide her way through all of… these… fascinating… smells…

Tino sighed softly as he watched her precious dog to wander away despite his concerned words. Soon the last white shiver of the pet was gone amidst the mess that populated the room, and he turned his light lavender eyes to take a look of it himself. There sure was a large amount of stuff, that could not be denied.

It was a nice warm day of April in Finland, and time for the said countries annual spring cleaning. This time though, he had decided to give a shot of cleaning his garage, too, which was more like a warehouse than a garage nowadays, there was no way he was ever going to fit a car in this place, a scooter perhaps, if he squeezed a bit. He had been putting of its cleaning for way too long, with every time him ending up getting flashbacks of his past, some pleasant, some… not so.

This time, he had sworn, this time I'm doing this, or at least getting done some more than last time. He really wanted a place to shelter his car in, it's fine the way it was in the drive way now but in case he happened to get many guests at the same time (who all always came by their own cars… no wonder the climate was warming) and he needed more room for all of their vehicles, the garage would a convenient space for at least a few cars.

He inhaled slowly and let let out a last sigh before walking in from the doorway, and started to move the closest boxes in front of the mess.

R&R, if you please~ Stay tuned for more!