This is a RoChu fanfiction my sister wrote for me, so thank you NatCat, I really aprecciate you doing this for me.
Disclaimer: My sister and I don't own Hetalia, if we did it would show a lot more of Russia and China.
The icy blizzard wind whipped around China's thin robes as he wandered down the snowy streets of St. Petersburg searching for an inn where he could stay the night. With a numb fist, he knocked on a dark, wooden door, yet the gesture shook no feeling back into his blue fingertips.
"Ah. Wha'da ya want?" A man with a gruffly, rough voice asked, irritated that someone dare disturb him at this time of night.
"Oh, um, I was hoping to find a place to sleep tonight. I promise I'll pay you in the morning, and I won't be any trouble, aru," China whimpered pleadingly.
"Tough luck, ya're on yer own," he responded, slamming the door in China's saddened face. China stumbled back onto the sidewalks, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to sleep. When he tripped over the iced, grey stones in the road, he laid there in a pile of snow, too frozen to stand again. He knew that he must if he were to survive, but the cold drained the strength out of him, body temperature dropping dangerously low before he heard a voice call out.
"You there? Are you alright?"
"Oh, oh, please help me," was all China could manage to say through chattering teeth. A pale man with silver hair and deep violet eyes was by his side in an instant.
"You're freezing! You need warmth and a place to stay. Here, I'll carry you to my home. You may sleep there tonight if you wish," the man told him. China nodded, extremely grateful.
"Thank you, aru!" He meant to sound enthusiastic, but it emerged as a whisper. The mystery man picked him up easily, cradling him bridal style in his warm arms. China snuggled closer, feeling an unknown attraction to this stranger. In what felt like no time, his shivering had ceased.
"What's your name, by the way?" He asked as China was just falling asleep, jolting the country awake again.
"Oh, I'm China, aru. What about you?"
"Russia," he replied. "And we're just about here." He stopped in front of a door no different from the one China knocked on, entering a house identical to the last. There was already a crackling fire in the corner lighting up the room with an orange glow. Russia set China down on a worn, maroon colored couch.
"There you are. Blankets and warm vodka, da?" He asked, filled with the feeling to see the boy with the dark hair and innocent face smile.
"Blankets would be nice. I'll pass on the vodka, though," China answered shyly, finding Russia very considerate, however the strange taste in drink. Warm vodka. China's next shiver was not from cold. Russia returned in the next moment with a huge patchwork quilt and a slight blush on his face.
"I could only find one, we'll have to share, if that's alright," he mumbled, glancing away for a second. China smiled.
"That's fine, aru. Thank you for giving me a place to stay." The couch was rather small, forcing China and Russia to cuddle up next to each other, although they both secretly cherished the feeling. With the gentle and warm fire burning in the hearth a few feet away, with Russia's arms holding him close, China fell asleep. Russia was just about to suggest they both head off to bed when he noticed a soft snore from next to him.
"Aw," he chuckled, ruffling China's hair and playing with it a little. "Looks like I'll be sleeping here tonight." And so, Russia rested his head back, shifted his position ever so slightly, and fell asleep. This is the story of how two future lovers met.