The fist crossover I'm doing for Hetalia. Anyways, this story is a sort of prequel to my other story, In Search For Freedom. This story explains what happened in chapter 3, the sequels to this will explain what happened in 1992, 1993 & 1994 with Japan, Prussia and Denmark. See, I'm already telling you who the next story's going to be about, or who it'll involve.

Don't worry, other characters will appear, just not yet. And be WARN, this is AU.

Declaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter series. Both belong to their rightful creators.

Chapter 1: The Change

It was cold. It was dark. And there was a blizzard blowing, and from its mist, the small form of a young child emerged.

The boy was dressed in a gray long coat that had once looked quite luxurious, but now appeared a bit dirty, warn down by both the harsh weather conditions and the time. The child also had on a black petushok hat and his snow white scarf was blowing freely in the cold winter breeze.

The boy kept on walking through the storm, his violet eyes blank as if dead. He didn't seem to know where he was going, he only kept on walking.

Ivan didn't know why he felt so dead, so empty, but he knew that he had lost something. Something precious. And that precious something being lost had broken him.

Ivan didn't know how long he had walked, or where he'd even started nor did he even know where he was going. All he knew was that he had to keep walking. He had to survive. But why? He had nothing left now... Right?

Yes. That's right. Everything was gone now. Everyone left him. They all betrayed him. They always did. So why? Why should he keep on going? Ivan felt like he wanted to cry.

"Why?" he absentmindedly questioned to no one, tears willing up in his eyes.

Suddenly, two warm arms wrapped themselves around him and Ivan found himself pressed up against warm red chest.

"It's okay, Ivan," the owner of the red silk coat gently whispered into his ears, trying to comfort the young child. "It's all right. Everything's going to be just fine, you'll see. I'll take care of you from now on. Rest, and leave everything to me, dear child."

The man started humming a lullaby and Ivan began to fall sleepy. His eyelids dropped and all he could see when he looked up at the man were his warm, gentle smile and the man's blonde locks falling on fair white skin.

Russia slowly opened his eyes to the twilight rays of Moscow and held up a hand to his temple. He glanced off to the side and noticed the shaking form of Latvia, who flinched under his gaze. He must've been the one to wake Russia up from his dreams.

"Latvia," he said.

"M-m-mister R-Russia," Latvia shattered out, shaking while keeping his head lowered. Though his eyes kept taking glances up at Russia now and again.

Russia's smile returned to his face and he got up off his chair to walk over to Latvia, who was standing by the window.

"Were you the one who woke me up?" He asked, his face closed to Latvia's own, startling the child a bit.

All Latvia could do was nod his head and that only made Russia crane his head to the side in confusion to his responds, so Latvia said, "Y-yes, m-mister Russia."

"Hmm," Russia moved back. "Tell me, how long have I been asleep, Latvia."

"T-three hours, s-sir. I-it's now 20:48*, s-sir," Latvia answered, quivering.

"Da." Ivan looked up, passed Latvia's head and off towards an unknown distance, his eyes gazed over. "I see... So I fell asleep for that long, hah?" He turned toward the window and looked out into the summer view of Moscow during August.

"M-mister R-Russia, a-are you a-all right, sir?" Latvia questioned, trying to be brave for once.

"Da?" Russian turned towards him, his innocent smile back on his face once more, and causing Latvia to flinch and ask himself why he had come back here again.

Oh that's right. Because he needed to know whose side Russia was truly on; the Soviet Union, or the Russian SFSR, and to keep a close eye on the man.

Latvia cursed his luck for having picked the shortest stick. It was bad enough that he was already short, why did he have to go and pick a sort stick too? Now he was stuck negotiating with this man to find out his true motives. Why couldn't Lithuania or mister America have come instead? Oh that's right, became mister America had flown back to America, taking Lithuania with him, and Estonia said he was too busy dealing with the coup d'état* that had just started today.

"I am fine, Latvia," Russia answered. "The pain is not that bad."

Latvia smiled up at him. "Of course," he said. "It's not like the revolutions, civil wars, or the world wars, after all."

Russia's smile only winded as he pushed one hand down on the unsuspecting Latvia's head.

"O-ow, m-mister R-Russia~," Latvia cried out, tears in his eyes as he tried to get Russia to let go, but was too afraid to touch him. "M-my head. I-i-it h-hurt, sir. P-please let go, sir. P-please- ow."

"Hmm..." Russia stopped tormenting Latvia for a moment and started walking towards the door.

Latvia turned after him, holding his aching head with both hands. "W-wait! Mister Russia! W-where are you g-going?" He asked.

Russia stopped midway with opening one of the white dabble doors to his office in the White House and turned back towards Latvia. Giving him a big, childish smiled, he said, "Out da. I will be back, Latvia." And he closed the door behind him.

"W-wait-" Latvia reached out one hand while the other stayed on his head, but it was too late, the door closed before he could even take an actual step forward. "Ah," Latvia sighed. "What am I going to do now. I was suppose to keep an eye on him..." He turned back towards the door, one hand still on his head. "Mister Russia! Please wait!" Latvia ran to catch up with Russia, but when he opened the door, Russia was no where in sight.

"Mister Russia!" Latvia called out, running off to find the missing Russian.

"Curse that America," England muttered darkly. "How dare he... How dare he... Ha, I'll show him. That bloody git. Showing up like that. Just you wait, America." England smiled darkly into the pot that he was stirring, thinking back to what had happened latter that afternoon when America and Lithuania came for a sudden visit while on their way from Moscow back to New York.

"See if I can't correct your manners better this time around, you bloody git. So many wrong grammars. In one bloody sentence!" And England began to laugh darkly. "Just you wait, Alfred, I'll fix it all!" England continued to laugh evilly as he focused on his work, not noticing the glowing green circle behind him.

Russia came out of the glowing circle and noticed that England was standing over a black pot with some kind of green smoke coming out. Curious, he walked closer and heard England muttering somethings under his breath, his aura dark, but not enough to scare Russia away though. Just enough to have him interested in the little man clayed in a dark green cloak.

"Now, just a drop of my blood," said England, taking out a danger from underneath his clock and slitting the palm of his hand with it. England's red colored blood dropped into the swrolling pot and caused it to lit up gold smoke.

England smiled. "Yes," he said. "Perfect. With this, America will be all mine. Mhahahaha-ack! Russia!" Russian had pocked one finger into the pot and tasted the pink colored potion before the startled England could stop him.

"Hum?" he said, much to England's shock and horror. Russia smiled innocently as he turned to the little man. "It is sweets, da?"

POOF!

England stared in horror at the pink smoke as it lifted to reveal the child Russia standing before his very eyes, looking up at him in confusion.

"Hello?"

"Oh, I am so dead."

America is the only country that doesn't publicly use military time, so the time would be 8:48 pm and it's summer, so the days in Russia are long. Though I don't really know how long, I just assumed it'd be twilight by than.

The date is August 19, 1991, and on this day the Soviet coup d'état attempt August Coup/August Putsch Russian occurred. You can read all about it on Google, all I know is that it's a failed attempt at completely controlling the government by the Soviets and was believed to have been a major reason for its downfall in December. Also, by than, the Baltics had already declared Independance and were on the opposite side of the Soviet Union.