Lithuania was the first to wake from the sleep of the trio in the separated room. The three eldest of the little running clan huddled together, each ensnared in the Russian's grasp since the man, and the other two, had fallen asleep hours prior. There was a smile to the Lithuania's face as he rose a little, the sweetness, the tenderness that happened to Russia's face when he slept.

He looked like a child when he was awake, he had such a face that was a 'baby face' as he heard someone call it once, but that was nothing compared to when the Russian closed his eyes. Ivan looked like a sweet child, so innocent and darling, it warmed his heart as much as could be towards his tormentor. The love between the siblings, that closeness which he wished he had with his own. There was a little jealousy. Russia had always been quite close to his two sisters since he'd known the male, this time was no exception.

The fear of the past few days had faded away for the Lithuanian, now was a time of a sort of peace. That arm around him kept him in place, Russia's grip, strong and secure.

Unfortunately they had to get moving soon, didn't they? It wasn't something that the eldest Baltic wanted to do, to wake them from their slumber, but he had to. It was a matter of life and death, in all reality, if he didn't get them up and moving. Obviously his captor was exhausted to be asleep so long. Whatever happened yesterday had taken a large toll on the man.

As much as the arm would allow him to sit up, he did. Since, since it was too cruel to wake them up just that moment of tranquility, he decided that five or ten minutes would be alright. They'd probably gotten far ahead enough to allow that, they were nations. Nations traveled much further much easier than a human did. At least, he thought it was children that were following them. It was a little silly he was using the name for citizens, that title, that Russia was using in his own mind. They were theirs, yes, but not their spawn. Perhaps that was another one of Russia's 'backwards ways?

Somewhat up, he learned forward, carefully pressing a kiss to a clear patch of forehead that wasn't covered by blond hair. Pulling away, he settled back from how he had woken, watching carefully to make sure that Russia didn't wake from that. He'd get bad ideas from such affections, everyone knew that any sort of gesture towards the man would be taken out of context. No one was sure how, but that's how it always happened, of course.

He watched the sleeping two for awhile, Ukraine curled up to Russia's side, her hold on him tender, motherly even. He knew how much Ukraine cared for her siblings, how she was the best figure they had as a mother, and at times, they still saw her as such. She was lovely.

Though, Li'et hoped that his siblings were alright with Belarus. She was darling to him, such a lovely and nice young woman. He couldn't help his own infatuation with the youngest of the trio of siblings that were once Kiev Rus. It was a little natural that he was so attracted to her, wasn't it? Yet, his siblings didn't like her as much as he thought they should, but that was their choice, wasn't it?

The brunette nation almost fell into a doze as he watched this peace. Yet, he snapped himself out of it, almost heartbroken as he shook Russia, whispering. "W-we need to get up... D-don't we need to start moving?" He asked softly as violet eyes opened, and focused.

Ukraine's eyes opened next, detaching herself from her little Russia, and starting to get up, stretching and yawning. Russia rising to his feet too, stretching himself as he went over to his dried clothing, already quickly tugging it to his body.

A few words came from Russia's lips, but he was mumbling the other two didn't realize what he said.

"What was that, Russia?"

"Nothing." Was all he said, ushering them all out of the room.

Ukraine and Lithuania automatically rushed forward to the curled-together bundle of the other three nations, shaking them gently awake as Russia went over, gathering what they needed, and glancing outside. They noticed him hesitate as the three groaned and stretched awake, the sleep being too short.

"What is it, little Russia?" Ukraine asked, helping Belarus up and waking her.

"The Baltics will not make this storm on their own." He was speaking softly, looking at the three that snapped wide awake, trembling so hard. Russia's expression was grave. "We are crossing the Urals today, crawling over part of a side, da. Near the last leg of our journey...." He murmured, frowning deeply. "They're not trained for mountains..."

He was thinking, they could tell by that brow-knit expression that was almost carved to his face. It only left...

It only left when there was a solution, good or bad.

The man bolted off into more parts of this place, returning eventually with blankets in hand, tossing one to each Baltic. "Wrap them." And all three did, Belarus taking Latvia, Ukraine had Estonia, and Russia tucked Lithuania like a child.

It was so similar to the wrapping of a babe it was almost scary, and Russia smiled at the work. Ukraine was the first to heft a Baltic up with ease, Russia tossing Lithuania in an arm, before tying his siblings and himself together with that precious scarf. Belarus cradled Latvia delicately, who, of course, shook.

The Baltic trio felt ridiculous, childish, and humiliated. Who wouldn't?

With them tied once more in a line, and the three safely tucked against. Russia had a hand on the handle, turning back. "Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia... the three of you need to shiver, or you will freeze to death, da." They nodded, already shivering.

They were already shivering, they didn't need to be told to what was natural to the trembling trio of nations. Ivan had made them that way after all, hadn't he?

And off they went once more into the snow, their pace even faster than before, the white-covered lumps in the not-too-far distance. Soon, soon they'd be to the heart of Siberia, soon they would be in Winter's grasp, wouldn't they?

Hopefully Winter would help them, and not kill them for their trespassing. Who knew with General Winter.

Who knew with Ded Morozko?


Charan-Amaya: Okay, so, like I've been quite busy in the twelve days since my updating. Thank you darling for all the music, even if I had the Russian and German things. I will say, I like Alt. Rock and foreign stuff best, honestly. Old rock is okay, I'm a rock/metal junkie, I swear. That's most of my crap.

Anyhoo. This chapter was written late late, or really, EARLY EARLY at FIVE AM in the morning like the dumbface I am. Anyways, I had a really bad week so I'm so sorry about the delay. Between detentions, my monitor breaking, computer errors, people, parents, and sibling... Oh life's been horrible. I, for like, the first time in forever, soooo broke out.

This story is sorta going where I want it to. I know what I'm aiming for, but, that's not for all of you to know. I know where I want to go (the ending has been finalized in my head, you'll never guess it. Try. HAHAHA). Well, that, and if you wanna place some suggestions, that's great. I may still weave things in, and yes, just for YOU (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) there was a bit of RussLiet. Not that much, but still.

You can see it. It's honestly not my favorite pairing. I'm a fan of AmericaxRussia because America would refuse to bottom. At least the one in my head.

This story MIGHT be delayed again if I start writing another fanfiction, which I plan to start on soon, I really hope I can muster my thoughts for it.

I have like four in my head I wanna write so badly it's not even funnies.

I need to finish this, now that it's the first fanfic I've ever written I've had the ending in my head instead of winging it all. -SHOT-.

Okay, for the sake of giving me time to think, I wanna see... Well, times four from the number of chapters and when I see that many reviews I'll update. I really don't know what chapter this is.

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