Author's Note: Ahahahaha~! Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer (Dark Side of the Moon): If I owned Hetalia, I'd be rich and have my own computer. However, I don't own it, so I'm stuck with my family's crappy old laptop.


Japan woke up in an unfamiliar place. It wasn't like anywhere he'd ever been. The walls were whiter than snow and the bed he was in was so high off the ground that he'd have to jump to even get on it in the first place. Decorations were few. The only other piece of furniture in the large room was a mahogany wardrobe in the corner. "Where am I?" He groaned. "My head is killing me…"

Kiku felt his head with his hands. "Nothing's broken… but there's a nasty bump on the back." After he was done with his examination, Japan decided to try to figure out where he was. He could remember the meeting and that he was going to wait for China, but everything else came up blank.

Carefully getting off of the large bed, Japan crossed China off of his list of possible hosts. Kiku had been to China's place before, and it was very different from the room around him. For one thing, the beds weren't so obnoxiously high.

But before he could get out of the room, the door swung open. "Hello there, Japan! I'm so glad you're awake. Now we can play!" Russia cheered.

"Ru-Russia-san! Why am I here? What is going on?" Japan was freaking out. "Don't tell me that this is Russia's house! Anywhere but Russia's house! Anywhere!"

Kiku thought he saw Russia's face fall, but Ivan covered it up so fast he wasn't sure if it actually happened or not. "You mean, you don't remember? We were going to hang out and play some games, but I had to do some work so I brought us to my place in Russia."

"I'm sorry, but I do not remember any of that…" Japan quickly apologized, "I guess that means I'm Russia-san's guest… So I guess I have to try and be polite."

"It's alright. Let's go and play!" Russia grabbed Kiku's arm and dragged him to the back door. "Since you don't have a coat with you, you can borrow Lithuania's old one! And you can borrow some of Latvia's old mittens because you have such tiny hands."

Leaving Kiku to wonder why he'd need a coat and mittens, Russia rushed into the hall closet and searched for the aforementioned clothing. "Here they are." He exclaimed cheerfully, tossing the coat and mittens to Kiku.

"A-Arigato… So what are we doing exactly?" Kiku asked, pulling the zipper of the coat up.

"We're going to build a snowman!"

"Ah…" Upon seeing the joyful expression on the Russian's face, Kiku was slightly unnerved. "Why is he so excited about snowmen?"

"You know how to make one, da?" Russia inquired, "If not- I can teach you! I am Russian, so I know everything about snow! It is soft and fluffy and ready for us to build the snowman with!" Ivan exclaimed, pulling Kiku out the door and jumping into a large pile of the white powder, bringing the smaller man with him.


After an afternoon full of snowmen and one very complex snowball fight (It ended in a draw…), Kiku was tired. "I need a break…"

Luckily, Russia seemed to be aware of his companion's exhaustion. "I think now is a good time for some hot chocolate and marshmallows. Let's go inside and warm up."

Panting, Kiku nodded in agreement, something he never thought that he'd ever do with Russia. "Hai… Some refreshments would be nice right now. Ack!" He shouted the last part in surprise as he was lifted over Russia's shoulder. "Something seems familiar about this... but what?"

"Please p-put me d-down! I-I can still walk!" Kiku pleaded, he did not want to be carried around by the Russian.

"Don't worry about it! You are my guest!" Ivan smiled his creepy smile, "Besides, we got pretty far from my house during our snowball fight." Once he was done talking, Russia started to run to his home.

Japan was shocked, "This is the scary 'Commie Bastard', as America-san insists on calling him? He acts like a child… So why are we afraid of him?" Before he could get any further in his thoughts, Russia interrupted by setting Kiku down on the back steps to his house.

"We're here. You like marshmallows in your hot chocolate, da?" He waited for Kiku to nod before he continued, "You can wait in there as I prepare our drinks." Russia pointed towards his living room. "It'll only take a few minutes."

"This is definitely something I never thought I'd do…" Kiku thought as he sank into one of the couches of the living room, trying to get as comfortable as he could. As promised, a few minutes later, Ivan came into the room holding two mugs of hot chocolate.

"Do you want something to eat?" He asked; the perfect image of a host.

Japan's stomach responded before he could answer. "Erm, yes please." He mumbled, embarrassed about the timing. He hadn't eaten all day, and now Russia knew just how hungry he was from his stomach's complaints.


Russia grinned at Japan's rumbling belly. His new friend was just so cute! "I'll be back with some food." He laughed as he walked back to his kitchen. "I hope he likes borscht."

Ivan quickly warmed up some of the leftover soup on his stovetop. Once he was satisfied with the way it warmed up, he dished some out into two bowls and turned off the stovetop. He quickly headed back to the living room where his guest was.

"I've got borscht!" He told Kiku, "Sorry I forgot to give you breakfast… I guess I was just too excited."

"It's alright." Japan responded bluntly, "I'm sorry that I forgot that I even came here."

"Hmm… I wonder what would happen if I told him…" Ivan briefly wondered, handing Kiku his bowl and spoon.

"How did I get here anyways?"

"Shoot. I guess I'll find out now." Russia thought to himself before answering, "I brought you here. I wanted to play so I brought you home with me."

"I figured as much, but how? How did you bring me here?" Kiku's voice was low.

"Well, I thought that we could be friends and decided to surprise you. I had some help, but when we were alone, I knocked you unconscious with my pipe and flew here in my private jet." Russia asked, hoping that Japan wasn't mad.

"Who helped you?"

"I'm not supposed to tell."

"Why?"

"They didn't want you to know who they were. Please don't be mad. Be my friend!"


"Great." Japan groaned inwardly, "So I was kidnapped. But it doesn't seem to be Russia's idea… I bet it was his 'helper's' plan." Even though he was kidnapped and hit in the head with a deadly pipe, Japan couldn't help but feel sorry for the Russian across the room. "He must've been pretty lonely to kidnap someone to be his friend… But it's still a kidnapping… Meh. Why not?"

He made his choice, "Russia, I am not very happy about the fact that you and another kidnapped me… But… honestly, I can't say I hated being with you today. I'll be your friend. Just don't kidnap me in the future."

Russia instantly brightened at his answer. "Alright! Yay! I have a friend!" He jumped up and ran over to Kiku, where he immediately embraced the other in a big hug.

"Ach! Too close! Too close!" Japan tried to get out of the hug, but failed miserably. "Ugh… I'm not comfortable with this… When is he going to let go?"

"Erm, I have work I need to do in Japan…" Kiku trailed off, briefly thinking about the pile up that was most likely waiting for him at his home.

"Oh! Of course. You may use my private jet." Russia then added, "I'll drive you to the airport, friend."

"A-Arigato… can you let me go now?" Japan asked, hoping that he could get his personal space back.

Russia quickly broke off the hug. "Come on, I'll get the car started." Ivan stated, grabbing his friend's hand and dragging him to the garage.


"Farewell, Russia-san." Japan waved before he turned to get to the jet.

"Can I come over sometime?" Russia asked.

"… Sure…"

"Yay! Goodbye, Japan!" Russia watched as the Asian boarded his private jet. He would make sure that he'd come and visit his new friend at least every month, maybe every other week… or maybe every day… Now that he had a friend, Ivan would never let him go.


Is it weird that I'm really proud of how this chapter turned out? Oh well, I guess I just really like writing a semi-crazy Russia...

~Dark Side of the Moon