A/N: It's another Hetalia fanfic guys! So, we had a giant snowstorm here in New England, and it was crazy. Everyone says that it worse than the hurricane. We got over 10 inches and it was the really heavy stuff. Trees snapped in half and branched littered the road, and power lines are everywhere. Mine was gone for only two days, but some's will be out for a week or more.

So what do I do with it? I make a story out of it! And because I'm mean, I'll make America go through it all. So, this is basically everything that I went through on the first day, except with Alfred, Arthur, fluffiness and yoai. And I was playing Zelda, and I was looking for a chainsaw, not a generator. Enjoy the early winter!

I do not own Hetalia or anything in this fanfiction.

He was playing one of his many videogames in his New England home when the power went out.

He screamed when the television clicked off and the screen flashed black. "Noooooooooooo!" America wailed "That was the newest Call of Duty: Modern Warfare; it hasn't even been allowed to screen in commercials yet and I didn't saaaaavvvvveeeeeee!" He crawled to the Playstation and cradled the counsel, trying to encourage it back to life.

His attention was taken off the electronic when the lights flickered. America glanced up at the dimming lamp. When he blinked, there was no light at all.

"Ah…. Toni? D-did you forget to send out the electric bill this month?" America called out to the blackness. There was no answer. He hugged the controller to his chest as he squinted about the room, willing his eyes to adjust.

Where had he left the flashlights? he wondered. He didn't trust himself with matches in the pitch black. His shades were drawn, so he had no clue as to what the weather was like outside and, since the power was gone, no news station to tell him either.

The wind howled outside the house and there was a thump from the back yard.

America jumped. "OhmyGod, there's a ghost doing this and it wants to eat my beautiful face so I'll never see the light of day again but I think the sun is really pretty and I want to see it again oh please Mr. Ghost don't kill me – Tony hold meeeeee!"

When nothing moved (or so he could see), he dared to climb to his feet and peek out the front window. He had to check his calendar to make sure he wasn't crazy.

"I-it's… snow…. In October", he whispered to himself. "I'll have to ask Tony if he's been playing with the weather again."

America watched the frozen flakes float to the leaf-ridden ground until he could come to terms that it really was snow outside. And he had no electricity. It had to be cold to snow. Snow made it even colder. No electricity meant no heat, and no heat equaled bad. Very bad. It also meant no television, no computer, no videogames – he'd kill for just the lamp to be on so he could even read! He was going to be extremely bored! And the way the snow was piling up… He chewed his bottom lip. It seemed the power would be gone for awhile.

America grabbed a coat and his car keys as he headed out the door. He needed to find a generator.

On second thought, he took another coat.

"Damn", America hissed under his breath as he faced yet another closed department store. Or maybe it didn't have power either. Either way, he was still cold and he was getting hungry. Every fast food place had lines down the street and people spilled out their doors as they waited to order inside. Gas stations were even worse. Cops had to direct traffic and two fights had already broken out over oil. America had given up idling in line to fill up his car and had opted to walk. He regretted that decision now.

With numb hands stuffed in his coat pockets and shoulders hunched against the onslaught of frozen wind, he trudged down the street looking for another store. He dodged falling trees and stepped carefully around fallen telephone poles and down power wires. He watched the sky warily for raining tree limbs. Just because he couldn't die from something as simple as broken bones or electrocution like other humans, he didn't want a cracked skull or to smell like charred person for a week.

His breath puffed in a giant cloud of white as he let out a sigh of relief. A Sears was open: lights were on and people scurried in and out of the building. America stepped through the entrance and sighed again in happiness as warmth flooded through him. He wiggled his fingers to get some feeling back into them.

Although it was loud and dim in the store, and the line isles long, he didn't mind the wait. He was warm here.

"Let me guess; you're looking for a generator", the saleswoman asked at the costumer service desk. America opened his mouth but the redhead cut him off. "We're sold out. Have been since noon."

"Uh…were can I-"

"Find one?" She flipped through a department list and sighed wearily. "You can't. Sears, Lowe's, Home Depot, even the mom and pop stores are out. The closest place that we know of is in New York."

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Alright, thanks." He grabbed a handful of flashlights, blankets, and an armload or batteries before heading home.

It was day two if the snowstorm. The clouds had finally broken sometime in the wee hours of the night, and the world was covered in a fresh blanket of pure, untarnished white. The frozen earth glowed in the light of the sunrise, and trees encased in ice sparkled along the roads. Despite the fallen tree limbs and wires that snaked unseen under the snow, one could have called that morning beautiful.

Except America.

"D-d-damnable snow", he stammered under layers of thick blankets as he stared out the window. "D-damn the w-winter and the c-c-cold." It was at least fifty degrees in the house and the power still hadn't returned. He had survived the night by playing games on his brand new iPad and bundled up with a hat, gloves, and three sweatshirts. On the car radio, the news had stated that power could be out for a week or more in most areas, and that cellphone towers were down so service could be weak, if it exsisted at all.

So it came as a huge surprise when his his pants vibrated as his cellphone went off.

"Y-yeah?" America answered.

"Where on the bloody Earth have you been?" a very angry-sounding Englishman asked. "I've called your house all through the night and your bleeding cell had been coming and going."

"A s-snowstorm t-t-took out the power-"

"I know that!" England snapped. "It's been on the news and Canada warned me about it."

"Y-yeah..."

"Is everything alright over there?"

The Brit's sudden change in attitude surprised America. He sounded almost... worried. He shook his head. It must have been the cold messing with his mind.

"I know it can get pretty bad in the winters; you're not too cold are you?" England went on. "Do you... do you want to come over? Until the electricity comes back, of course."

America's eyebrows rose. Hell yes he wanted to go over - heat and cable, baby! - but he didn't want to sound desperate. And the situation was just...weird. England and him never really came to each other houses unless it was to hand over paperwork or return something the other had forgotten at a meeting. In fact, their bosses hand't let them go over each other's places for anything but that, and not without supervision. Not after the time they had posted a video of the getting it on on the internet after their fifth year anniversary at a bar. After that, England had called their relationship off, but America had never agreed to that. He could see England's desire in his emerald green eyes too, no mater what the Brit said.

"Well?"

"Ah, yeah! Let me just get some stuff together..."

A/N: Bwahaha! Cliffhanger! Next chapter is lemon. Reviews will fuel my heater, so make my house warm! (wow that was horrible...sorry guys XD)