Hey all, I got some reviews asking me to continue and I love getting reviews it is totally what made me continue. Although my fan fiction reading page was open over my word document page so I had issues focusing. But this chapter was over 1400 words so hopefully that will make up for it because I am pretty sure that is the longest one I have ever done on my fan fiction account. So yeah, enjoy.

Why Nara? Why did you leave? Why did it take you so long to come back? Why did you have to be taken from me again?

These were the only thoughts I could make out in my mess of a brain. I could barely process the words my sister was saying to me. All of it hurt, badly. The only other thing besides those questions that I could actually think about was the memories. The memories of my past. The memories when everything was okay.

The blizzard was thick and the snow deep. But none of this mattered to the little boy. All he wanted was to escape the death and blood the surrounded his house, to escape that man. General Winter scared him, he didn't like living in his house. So he ran away. He hoped his sister would give him refuge, at least for a little while. The little boy pulled the white scarf his big sister had given him over his nose and kept running. Tears streaked down his face as he tried to get the sound of gunfire out of his head. The tears blurred his eyesight and it was too much with the snow already obstructing his vision. His fell into the deep snow and let out a small cry in the decent.

He felt like giving up and letting the cold freeze his body. The boy rolled onto his back and stared up at the little white flecks falling from the grey sky. There was no urge to try and climb out of the deep hole he was now in. Instead he squeezed his violet eyes shut and began to cry again. His whimpers grew louder as he felt the tears freeze on his cheeks. They became so loud, that he didn't even notice the footsteps approaching.

"Are you alright?" A kind voice asked, "What is wrong?"

The little boy opened his eyes and looked up at the figure standing above him. It was a young woman obviously multiple years older then him, which was most likely not true. He could not see her face but she wore a long brown coat that reached her knees and had a hood. The bottom, ends of the sleeves, and the hood were all lined with white fur. She had a thick leather belt around her waist. Her pants were also brown and she wore boots with leather strips holding them together with a bow, at the ends of the bow were white fur pompoms. Two long black braids appeared out of both sides of her hood and reached just below her belt.

"Aren't you Russia?" She asked.

The little boy sat up and furrowed his brows slightly.

"How did you know that?" The little boy asked.

"Let us just say that you knew me when I was smaller and I was not very nice to you." She crouched down and stuck out her hand. "I would like to apologize for my behavior in the past."

Russia, not realizing the woman was another nation, took her hand. The woman helped him out of the snow and placed him on a more stable section.

"What are you doing so far away from home, did you get lost?" Her accent sounded familiar but he couldn't place it.

Russia glanced down at the ground.

"Not exactly…"

"How can you be not exactly lost?" She said with a slight giggle.

As Russia looked back up at the woman he caught a glance of a sweet smile appear from under her hood. He felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards slightly.

"I guess it is a little silly." He said with the eloquence of an adult.

At that the woman began to laugh. It was a sweet bubbly laughter that seemed to chase away the cold. Russia felt his smile appear and soon he was laughing as well. His high childish laugh, considering he still sounded like a child, mixed with hers rather well in his opinion. He decided he liked this person, whoever she was. As the laughing subsided she began to take a few steps before turning around and gesturing for him to follow.

"Come, I shall take you home now."

The smile fell from his face and he tucked his nose into his scarf.

"What is the matter Rossiya?"

He gave a small thankful smile at the use of the name his people call him, but it quickly fell.

"I," he paused choking on the words, "I was running from home."

"Russia," she paused taking a few steps towards him, "you cannot abandon your people."

Russia felt a wave of guilt come over him. He hadn't even thought of his people! What kind of nation does that?

The woman cleared her throat snapping him back to attention.

"However, I can take you to visit your sister. At least for a little while."

"Really? It would not be too much trouble?" He asked, smile returning.

Unbeknownst to Russia, the woman's smile grew under her hood as she decided she liked it when he smiled.

"Of course not." She held out a hand, which the small boy grabbed quickly. "I was on my way there anyway."

They walked together hand in hand through the snow talking about many things, like their love of winter, until they reached a wooden house among the trees. The woman, whose name was still a mystery, lifted a gloved hand and knocked on the door with great strength.

"Coming!" A voice sing-songed from the other side of the door followed by some odd, bouncing?, sounds.

The door was thrown open by a woman with platinum hair pulled back into a braided bun wearing a blue dress with white flowers embroidered into the base of the skirt.

"Nara!" She cried throwing her arms around the hooded woman.

"Hello Katya." She replied hugging back with one arm since the other was still holding Russia's hand.

"Come in you must be cold." Katya in the doorway said moving out of the way.

"I found something of yours on my way here."

Katya gave her a confused look as the hooded woman took a step forward. She then noticed the hooded woman's arm and her sight followed it down to the little boy.

"Oh Ivan!" Katya said as her eyes lit up upon noticing the boy.

She shut the door behind him before crouching down and pulling him into a big hug.

"Hello big sis." Ivan replied letting go of the hooded woman's hand to give his sister a hug.

"It is so good to see you." She released her brother to look up at the hooded woman. "Not to be rude Nara, but why are you of all people with him?"

"I found him on my way here. He does not know… who I am."

Ivan was half listening as he tried to recall if he new anyone named Nara when he was little.

"Well that explains that. But you must tell him if you are going to remove your coat." Katya said the last sentence with a hint of laughter as she stood up.

The hooded woman took a slight step backwards.

"Actually, I was planning on leaving as soon as I knew he was safe with you."

Upon hearing this Ivan snapped back to attention.

"But you cannot leave. We just got here."

This remark appeared to startle Nara and cause a look of shock to appear on Katya's face. Ivan cocked his head to the side and stared at them with his violet orbs. Realization passed over Katya's face and she turned back to Nara.

"He does not know who you are."

Nara seemed to snap out of her shock.

"Oh yes."

"I want to know who you are." Ivan said startling the women. He rushed over and grabbed ahold of her long coat. "Please stay and tell me who you are."

Nara glanced at Katya under her hood. Katya nodded her head encouragingly and Nara let out a sigh. She pulled off her brown mittens and placed them on the small wooden table near the door. Her small slender hands reached up and grabbed both sides of her hood before removing it completely.

At first sight of those copper eyes Ivan's face fell. The beautiful woman standing before him was none other then the pain of his existence. The girl who had caused him so much pain as children. The girl who made him believe she was his friend before brutally beating him. The girl he hated so much and now towered over him.

Mongolia.

So I have seen different versions of Ukraine's human name and I cannot remember the most common one because it is long and foreign, so I went with the less common name Katya. And please review it is the only way I will continue.