I felt warmth on my face. I slowly opened my eyes to see light was shining through the window. I sat up and stretched my arms over my head. When I put my arms down and lay them in my lap, I realized I was still wearing Italy's jacket. I brought the sleeve up to my face. I loved the way the jacket felt andI liked that it smelt like Italy's scent. It was obviously Italy's scent because it smelled like pasta. I then heard somebody opening the door, so I put my arms down in my lap and I saw Italy come in,

"Buongiorno, Bella!" Italy was cheerful, as usual.

I stared at him with a confused looked, "What's Buongiorno mean?..."

"Good morning!" He replied.

"Oh, well, Good morning to you too!" I smiled.

He grinned, "Come on! Let's go and make some breakfast!"

"Can we make eggs and can I help make it?"

"Sure!"

I smiled, got out of bed and followed him to the kitchen.

"Get the eggs from the fridge please!" Italy got out pans and those things that flip food... a spatula I think?

I looked in the thing he called a fridge. I saw a foam box thingy that said 'Eggs' on it and grabbed it,

"These?"

He turned, "Yep!"

I walked to where he had set everything and gently set the eggs where everything was. Italy had gotten a bowl and set it down near me.

"Grab three eggs please," He pointed towards the eggs.

I grabbed three and slid each egg across the counter carefully. I didn't want to pick them up because I was afraid of dropping and breaking them. He took one, cracked it on the counter, and put it in the bowl then repeated those steps with the other two eggs. He then reached for something in the cupboard above me. He pulled out a bottle full of tiny grains of something.

"What's that?" I stared at it.

"Spices?" He seemed a little surprised at how I didn't know what it was. "They make food have different tastes and make food taste better too!" He opened it and put a little bit in the bowl with eggs.

He grabbed a fork and handed it to me, "Here stir the eggs."

I took the fork and started to stir the spice into the eggs while Italy grabbed the pan and put it on the stove. When he turned it on, I saw a flicker and a small fire underneath the pan. I scooted a little further away from the stove. I didn't know if it was suppose to have that fire but Italy wasn't freaking out or anything so I guess that's how the stove worked.

"Can you bring me the bowl now, please?" He stood near the stove.

I hesitantly walked over to him and handed the bowl over. I saw that he was pouring the eggs in the pan. This interested me, making me walk forward to see. I saw as the eggs started turning solid but still looked soft and squishy.

"That's cool..." I kept staring at the eggs.

"Huh?" I heard Italy.

I turned my head to look at him and smiled, "It's cool! It's like water turning into snow in a way."

He smiled back, "Yeah, but snow if made from it being cold, not hot."

" Yeah... That's the only difference..." I stared back at the cooking eggs.

When they were cooked, we got two plates and two forks and went to eat our food.

After breakfast, Italy and I went to wash our dishes.

"That was tasty," I smiled at him.

"It was the spices!" He insisted.

I giggle, "Yeah, but it was also you. You need a good cook to add a good amount of spices to make it taste so good."

~Italy's POV~

I blushed a little bit and looked at her as she was cleaning off her dishes.

"But you helped so that makes you a good cook too!"

She let out a small giggle, "But all I did was get the eggs and stir the spice and eggs in the bowl. Otherwise, I didn't really do much. I wish I could be like you and cook so easily, but I've never cooked before."

"Well maybe I can help you learn to cook sometime!" I really wanted to show that I don't mind helping her if she ever needed it.

~Eira's POV~

I smiled, "I'd really like that. I hope it wouldn't be too much trouble."

"Not at all!" I heard him say in a sweet, adorable voice.

I looked up at him, "Thank you."

He smiled at me.

When we finished, we went and sat outside in the snow.

"Hey wanna make a snowman?" He said.

I nodded as he helped me up.

"Alright! Let's roll up some snow!" He started to roll the snow into a ball.

I did the same, but made mine a little smaller for the middle part of our snowman. When I had mine made, I stacked it onto Italy's. Then we made the head together. We put it ontop of the other two parts we made, and went to look for pebbles for eyes and a mouth.

"I found some!" I gestured Italy to come over to me, "Looky! There should be enough here," I smiled.

"Yeah!" Italy started to grab some and so did I.

We walked over to our snowman and started putting the pebbles on it.

"I'll put his eyes on!" I smiled.

"Ok, I'll start on the mouth!" He began putting the small stones where the mouth would be.

Since I only had to put the two pebbles on, I helped Italy with the mouth.

"Let's add some other stuff too!" He pulled the snow white scarf off of himself and wrapped it around the snowman.

"He looks cold," I giggled, "Maybe this'll make him feel a little warmer,"I took of the jacket I was wearing and wrapped it around the snowman, "He looks warmer already!" I smiled to Italy then looked back at the snowman.

I felt arms wrap around me, "But now you're going to be cold," I heard Italy say.

I blushed at how he had me in his arms. I knew I wouldn't get really cold but what would he think if I said, 'No I don't get cold'. But then again, I'm not in my Winter form so I'm more vulnerable to cold. I just looked up at Italy and said,

"Thank you," and smiled.

He smiled back at me, "Hey, would you want Germany to take a picture of us with our snowman?"

I smiled more, "Oh! Can we!"

He nodded and we went inside to find Germany.

"Hey Germany! Can you come outside and take a picture of me and Snow with our snowman?" Italy pleaded.

"No..." Germany said plainly.

"Aww! Come on Germany! Come on! Take a picture! Please Germany! Please take a picture!" Italy whined until finally Germany agreed,

"Fine! Only if it'll stop your whining!" He sighed.

I smiled and Italy grabbed my hand and we ran back outside

"Yay! Picture!" Italy cheerfully said.

We waited a little bit till Germany came out with a camera.

"Alright. Let's just hurry," Germany said.

Italy and I stood on the right side of the snowman, with Italy's arms wrapped around me again. I wrapped my arms around the snowman and waited for Germany to take the picture.

"Alright. Here's your picture," He handed the camera to me and went inside.

"Look Italy! Us and our cool snowman!" I showed Italy the picture.

Italy smiled, "Now we have a memory of this!"

"Yup!"

We went back inside after a while, bringing in the jacket and scarf, that wrapped the snowman, so we could dry them. Italy told me to sit in the living room while he went into the kitchen. I smelled some chocolate and after a few minutes, Italy came back with two cups of hot cocoa. He handed me a cup and said,

"Careful, it's hot!"

I smiled, "Thank you!" Then I blew into the cup to cool it down.

He sat down next to me and we took small sips of our cocoa since they were still hot. We started small conversations and laughed together.

When we had finished our cocoa, Italy got up and said,

"Give me a second," And left.

I was messing with my finger nails until he came back. I looked up to see him holding a guitar.

"Want to hear me play?" He smiled

I giggled a little bit, "Ok!"

He sat back down next to me and started to play.

The tune seemed sad. I stared at my hands, wondering if he was sad. Then he stopped playing

"Can you sing?" He asked.

"Uh... I don't know..." I could sing but I wasn't sure if I was that good.

"How about I play and you can sing!" He smiled at me, "I'd really like to hear."

"O-ok..." I got a little scared and my heart was beating faster.

Italy started to play the same tune he was playing a minute ago. I waited a little bit before singing.

"You and I walk a fragile line." I started softly, "I have known it all this time But I never thought I'd live to see it break.

It's getting dark, and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now and it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake." I stared at my feet, feeling a little less scared though.

"Oh, I'm holding my breath, won't lose you again, Something's made your eyes go cold! Come on, Come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out. Can't breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back now, I'm haunted!" I stopped. I wanted to still sing but, I also didn't.

"You sang nicely," Italy smiled at me while lightly strumming the guitar.

"Thank you..." I lightly blushed.

"Snow?" Italy began.

"Huh?" I looked at him.

"Do you wanna stay here with me and Germany?" He questioned.

"I don't know... I kinda do because you guys are so nice but... I feel like I'm-" I couldn't finish.

"You're not any trouble!" Italy's voice was a little louder, it made me tense up a little bit,"Really... you're not... It seems like you have no where else to go... and I really want you to stay here..."

"...Why would you want me to stay..." I lowered my head a little so my right eye was covered and stared at Italy.

"Because you're fun to be around... and nice," He looked up and smiled.

I blushed, "... I'd like to stay here..."

He smiled wider. "Yay!" He leaned in and kissed my forehead. I tightly closed my eyes and blushed a little bit.

"It's been a long day, you should go and take a shower," He stood up and stretched, "Come on, I'll get you towels and some clothes!"

I got up and followed him. We went to his room and he handed me one of his shirts and pants.

"I'll wash your clothes for you when you're done," He said.

I nodded and smiled. Then he walked me to the bathroom.

"Could I take a bath instead of a shower?" I asked.

"Sure! Just turn this knob. It's cold when you turn it this way and hot this way," He was showing me how to use it and how to make it warm, hot, or cold.

"Ok!" I set the clothes on the counter in the bathroom.

I waited until Italy left and closed and locked the door. I went to the tub and turned it on, on cold. I got out of my clothes and plopped in the water quickly. I only stayed in the tub for about 5 minutes and then got out. I grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around my hair, then grabbed the other one and wrapped it around myself. I looked in the mirror and i noticed my right eye wasn't blue and my left eye wasn't green. They were the pale, icy blue. I quickly took of the towel from my head and saw my hair was white.

'Oh no! I don't want Italy to see me in this form! How will he act? Would he be afraid of me?' I thought this over, putting my hands to my face, crying, '...I'm afraid...'

I wanted to hit the mirror. I didn't care that my hand would get cut up, I just wanted to hit it, but I knew I couldn't. Italy would probably hear it break and I don't want attention. Instead, I quickly got dressed into my clothes and left the clothes Italy was going to let me wear on the counter. I folded the towels and snuck out of the bathroom quietly. I didn't see Germany or Italy so I snuck around in the house to the front door. I grabbed the door knob but I was interrupted by someone.

"Sn...Eir..." The person paused for a second,"...Winter..." I knew Italy was behind me and I could feel him staring at me.

My eyes widened. I held onto the door knob tighter, with my hands shaking.

'I'm scared.' I thought 'Would you think me, really, any different?'


Yay! My second chapter! Oh and when Eira sings, I was listening to Taylor Swift so I used those lyrics from the song, Haunted.

Well... We'll see what happens when I think of the next chapter! Enjoy!