Oh, hi... Nice of you to stop by and read my fanfic... I hope it's great or at least decent... I'm kinda new at this so enjoy I guess! U"

-Dubs

Warnings: None, I think...

Summary: Italy somehow finds himself in Siberia and tries to remember how he got there, but is then "rescued" by Russia.

Snow. All he could see was snow. In every direction Italy turned, all he could see was the white flakes falling everywhere. He couldn't remember much, only his name, his allies and a few other things, and he couldn't quite figure out how he got to his current location. He held out a shivering hand and let a delicate crystal fall into it. He looked up into the cloudy sky and sighed. He tried hard to remember how he got into his current predicament.

"Italy, come with Russia. You trust me." He remembered Russia's familiar childlike voice.

"I can't. I'm sorry. I need to leave."

"I remember that, at the word meeting I went to earlier. Or at least I think earlier..." Italy sat with his back against a tree, trying to figure out a way to get out of the snowy white wilderness. "Maybe If I just try to go," Italy said, standing up. He quickly bit his lip, trying to stifle a loud scream and fell back to the snowy white earth. "My ankle..." He gently poked it and then let out a soft whimper. "How did I get here? Where do I go?" Italy wondered aloud.

"I can tell you, Italy."

Italy quickly whipped his head around, looking behind the tree he sat against. He saw a silhouette through the snow, but he couldn't make out who it was. The voice sounded a bit unclear and warped due to the wind whipping around Italy's ears. "It's Russia. You can hear me, da?" He walked closer so Italy could see him.

"Ciao Russia. What brings you here?" Italy asked the taller nation.

"I was taking a walk and heard you almost scream, and I thought you were in pain." Russia scanned Italy for any injuries. Italy pointed to his ankle and Russia nodded. "Let me take you somewhere safe where you can heal," Russia said, picking up the weaker nation as if he were weightless. Italy opened his mouth to protest, but then changed his mind for he had nothing to say.

When the two were at a hotel that Russia thought Italy would be safe at for a while, Russia set Italy on a bed. Then, he took off his coat, but left his scarf on. "How did you get out there?" Russia questioned the shivering nation. "I-It's cold, Russia..." Italy shivered even more. "Answer my question please, or I will have to force you," Russia said calmly. Italy buried himself under the covers of the bed he had been on.

"Can we talk later? I want to sleep," Italy lamented through the covers.

"Nyet, Italy! I'm trying to help you!" Russia pulled the covers off of Italy, only to find that he was already asleep. "Oh, Italy... I didn't want to kidnap you, but I needed to, to stop hurting others. I know you can help me," Russia sighed. "But Germany is going to be a problem, isn't he?"

Yes, yes... The chapter is terrible! I can't look at you! I'm so sorry! *hides in emo corner* I know, It should be longer, but I'm not good with starting stories. Please, give me a break! It's my first one! Again, SO SORRY!

-Dubs

Next chapter: Russia tells Italy exactly what happened, and Italy tries to run away out of fear.