Author's note is at the bottom, and this time, it isn't long! XD

Discaimer: 我没有自己的hetalia (I do not own Hetalia.)

Anowara ko'wa= My Native American decent friend told me that was what most of the Natives called America. I don't know any native languages, so I'm jst going to trust him on this one.

"Oi, America, Russia, we are here to help you guys!" Japan called out from the snowy landscape.

Russia could barely make out the silhouettes, but he could see that there were three vehicles moving towards them. Two of the vehicles held only one person, and one of the snowmobiles held two people, with one clinging on another.

"T-t-that's Japan," America muttered, "I-I-I don't know why or how, but h-h-he found us. Who else is w-w-with him?"

His question was soon answered, because within seconds the motor vehicles were within ten feet of the two cold countries and the passengers leapt off of their machines.

"Russia, are you all right?" Ukraine asked, wrapping her arms around her younger brother in desperation to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

"Da," Russia told her, "I am fine. Please, do not worry about- "As soon as he said that, he doubled over as a sharp, cold pain pierced his chest and he started to cough.

"R-Russia!" Ukraine gasped, rubbing his back with her palm and trying to pull her brother back up to make him breathe better, "You are cold and tired. You have not coughed like that since we were little. Come on, you can ride on the back of my snowmobile. From what Canada has said, we will be to our place in about two hours. You can live with that, right…right?"

"D-da," Russia growled, "I can live with that, but what about America?"

"I-I will be fine," America called out, "A-and guess what? Canada h-has my glasses! They are a l-little cracked, but that i-is better than having no glasses."

Russia looked over at the North American brothers. They were both hugging each other and it looked as if Canada was crying. America was probably crying, too, but his eyes were covered by the scarf, so no one could tell.

"I missed you," Canada told him softly, squeezing America as if he didn't believe he was really holding his brother.

"I m-missed you too. Hmm…you're warm…I wish I was the same way," America murmured wishfully.

"We can fix that in about two hours. Is that all right?" Canada asked.

"We don't have an option, really. It would take longer for us to get back to the cabin. Truthfully, I don't even remember where it is…" America told him, "I-If I fall asleep on the way, d-don't worry about me. Get us there. I-I want to see my mother."

To that, Canada chuckled. "All right, what you are saying somewhat makes sense. But if you start to turn blue, then we might have to stop to take care of you."

"That s-sounds fine," America said, breaking the hug and walking towards the head snowmobile. "I'm ridin' this o-one, right?"

"Yes, you and me are sharing one, Ukraine and Russia are taking one, and Japan and Taiwan and using the last one," Canada explained.

"Let's go, then. I'm freezing my butt off," America said, starting to walk towards the snowmobile.

As soon as Canada and America told everyone that they were halfway there, Russia started to get another coughing fit. He started to feel dizzy and tired, and he started to let go of Ukraine.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ukraine asked, feeling his arms start to let go of her and hearing his coughing. "We are almost there, Russia, please do not give up yet. Take deep breaths and stay awake. Whatever you do, do not let go of me, or else you are going to fall of this machine." She sounded very worried.

After taking a couple deep breaths, he finally got control of his breathing.

"This has not happened to me in such a long time…" Russia muttered, struggling to not cough.

"Just stay awake. We will get there soon. Please, little brother, stay awake for me," Ukraine pleaded, "You can do that, right?"

"Da," Russia told her softly, placing his head on her shoulder and feeling very exhausted.

After that small event, time seemed to melt and hours turned into minutes. Russia was sure that he could stay comfortable on this snowmobile for forever if he wished. His body went numb and he no longer saw any difference between one area of snow-covered landscape and another. He then no longer heard the conversations Canada and America were having or what Ukraine said to him, and he barely replied to anything. And slowly, darkness surrounded and came into his vision.

"Seriously, though, you weren't hurt at all during the Trail of Tears?"

"No, no, not at all."

"But I know what you are saying is wrong. I even felt sick during that time. You and your people were shoved off your land…because of me. Please, I know you are lying."

"Then why are you asking me this, Anowara ko'wa? If you already know the answer, then why do you ask me these things?"

"Because I like hearing your voice. It is nice to see you again, even though I can never remember you. And I feel terrible for what I did. You can yell at me if you want. It seems as if the rest of the countries are doing that quite a lot nowadays."

Russia barely recognized the voices, but he could tell that one of the voices belonged to America. The other one was more melodic and old, as if it belonged to something even older than China. The vice also sounded female and had a strange accent to it, resembling a person who was still trying to learn a language that was not native to them.

He felt slightly warm, and he was lying down on a mat bed that was probably made from animal skins. Russia was also covered from head to foot in at least five layers of different animal skins. He was lying in a large tent along with all of the other countries, who were sleeping in other animal pelts. Taiwan and Japan were even sharing a large bed, in which Russia found quite interesting.

Should I tell China about that? Russia thought, amusing himself with thoughts of an angry China beating up Japan or vice versa. They could go and destroy each other, and then I would get their lands. I could always share with America if he wanted for us to share. I just have to make sure America doesn't get pulled into the war they would have. He's getting into a lot of wars recently…I should keep him out of that one…

"But even though we have had our differences, I still love you. And England probably does, too-"

"Is he really my brother?" America cut off the melodic voice with his innocent question.

America really doesn't know who his family is? That must be harsh…Russia considered, thinking about how bad life would be if he didn't know who his sisters were.

"Maybe, maybe not. But he loves you, anyway, so you do not need to worry about that. Even though you two may not be blood brothers, he loves you and considers you family anyway. That's the only thing that you need to know," the woman explained.

At about this time, Russia finally looked at the woman America was talking to. She was wearing traditional Native American clothing and a long, woven blanket on her shoulders to stay warm. She had a large grin on her face, as if she was happy that she was seeing some long-lost family members. She did not look very old, but the look of her eyes gave away the knowledge that is learned from many centuries of life.

"So, I'm only related to Canada and you, right?" America asked, shifting in his bed.

"Yes, Anowara ko'wa, as far as I'm concerned. But still, does it really matter all that much who your relatives are? There can be people who love you who are outside your family, too," the woman told him, smiling and patting his head for reassurance.

"I guess…oh!" America shouted, remembering something else, "How come Canada and I always forget you?"

To that, the girl gave her son a small smile, as if she was thinking about something depressing but she still wanted to be happy because she was with someone she loved. "I like it up here, and you love it down there. I have some bad memories about being down there, and even though I know it's changed, I am still nervous of going down there. I don't want to see how it's changed. To me, North America is still full of lush plains and beautiful forests. I feel as though I will not be able to go back down, because I don't want to see how everything has changed," the woman explained.

"Yes, I get that," America said, frowning, "But some things have changed for the good. There are no slaves anymore, and the Natives are mostly let alone-"

"I know, but I don't want to see those changes," she reiterated.

"But, Mother Nature, I guess I get why you don't wanna come see us. I guess I can get that, but why can I not remember you, and how come when I was hurt I could remember this place, but not why I wanted to come here or what was here?" America asked, curious.

To that, she smiled again and ran her hands down America's face. To Russia, it seemed as if she was trying to remember or perhaps see something in her son. "You were such a cute baby," she murmured, "But how come you are not smiling anymore?"

"I'll answer your question if you answer mine," America told her, crossing his arms and pursing his lips, as if he was very annoyed and would not do anything until someone did what he asked.

"Fine," Mother Native replied, "You never remember me because nature is easy to forget. It's the background of every story, but no one really focuses on it. You saw a blizzard when you came here, right? But you didn't see the spirit that was there. You don't believe in those spirits…so sometimes people forget about these people, and then they forget about me. I don't mind that too much, though, so please, don't worry yourself over it. And how you remembered this place? Well, I heard once that when people are hurt, they immediately want to go home. Maybe since you forget me, you only thought of this place as your home. But I think that some spirits brought you to me."

"Maybe," America murmured to himself, frowning in thought, "I guess that makes sense."

"Please, do not worry yourself over this, Anowara ko'wa," Mother Nature cooed, shifting herself so she was sitting next to her son. She then hugged him warmly, smiling to herself as she hugged him. "I answered my question, so now answer mine."

"Fine," America told her, looking at his mother as if he still didn't believe she existed, "I'm not smiling because I'm worried. I have to think about so many different things- border patrol, abortion, pollution, my three war fronts, trying not to get into wars with other nations, religion, budget stuff, education, and so many other things. I feel as though I'm being pulled apart from the inside. And I know I have to help everyone at all times. I had thought that I had got that down, but then…eh…" He shifted closer to her and wrapped his hands around her shoulders for comfort, "I realized that I had really forgotten about myself. I hadn't eaten outside of meetings because I was talking with someone else that I needed to be more professional around. And I had never slept easily so at first I didn't notice this, but then I realized that I was not sleeping at all during the night, only taking a ten minute nap in a meeting if I was lucky. Canada told me to start worrying about this stuff, but I didn't for a while. Other people are more important than me and they had their problems, so why should my personal issues hamper my help?" He then stopped talking for a second and then shivered, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt get warmer.

In response, Mother Nature took the blanket from her shoulders and wrapped it around her son. "Are you still cold?" She asked, "Let me get you something that could help. Or Russia could stop pretending to sleep and help me find some more blankets.

To that, Russia became beat red and sat up, deciding that it was no use pretending that he was asleep now that he had been found out. "How did you know I was awake?" he asked.

"You snore when you sleep," Mother Nature replied, "So when you stopped snoring I knew you were awake."

"I snore?" Russia asked, looking over at America for confirmation.

"Yes, you do," America told him, smiling slyly, "I just thought you knew that already."

"But that is not important right now," Mother Nature interrupted, "Anowara ko'wa, you still have to finish your story. Russia, please help me find the rest of my blankets."

"Oh, I guess I do have to finish telling you what happened," America realized, "Well, I finally figured that it was a problem when I first passed out. I was talking with England one second, and then I was in a hospital with someone pumping vitamins and water into me the next. After that, I decided that I was focus on myself for a bit, but then I noticed that everyone else started to get angry at me because I wasn't caring about them as much. And then…Canada was attacked by General Winter, I came to save him because, well, he's my younger brother. I don't think I would be able to live without him. I then got stabbed by General Winter-"

"General Winter!" Mother Nature snarled, interrupting America in the middle of his story, "He is such a mean person. We had attempted to talk and become friends this summer, but then I figured out that all he wanted to do was make it so that winter was the only season. That wouldn't work for the world. It barely worked once. So, I decided to stop talking with him. The last time I saw him, he told me that he would murder one of you. I'm sorry that I didn't warn you about him before this all happened."

"I-Its fine," America told her, "I at least got to see you again, and no one died, so everything ended up all right. But then that happened, so I'm pretty sure that everyone is angry at me now because I'm not there helping them out."

"They should not need your help, da?" Russia told America, "If they do, then they just need to merge with you."

"I don't think that would work," America argued, "And besides, I'm pretty sure that my expansion days are over, so what is the point of that?"

"Then you should just leave them alone. You are worried about yourself, so you should focus on yourself for now. You are not the police person of the world. Is that not the UN's problem?" Mother Nature asked, frowning.

"I guess," America muttered, "But it's hard not to worry about others."

"Then rethink your alliances. Figure out which ones really need you and the ones that do not. I am sure that you can find some nations that can support themselves," she said, "That makes sense to you, right?"

To that, America nodded.

"And you have all winter to figure all of this out, so rest now. You are safe here," Mother Nature told him, smiling sweetly and taking a couple blankets from the side of the tent and giving them to America.

"All right," America said, snuggling himself into the new layers of fur and enjoying the warmth that they brought.

"I love you, Anowara ko'wa," she told him, smiling.

To that, America looked over at her and smiled back. "I love you too."

So, did you like it? I was trying to get an "awwww" moment at the end of this chapter, so did it work? I've never written an "awwww" moments before...

So, I only have one chapter left, so you should totally review me so I can write it faster! I'll probably have this next chapter done tomorrow. I've already written a couple paragraphs for it, so I should be done sometime soon...but then again. I Just remembered how I need to do my homework that I had conveniently "forgotten" when I was writing this fanfic. Its due tomorrow...meh.

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