**A/N: Hey! I was a bit worried today, because I thought I lost my lucky writing glasses, but I found them, so it's all good! I am in the most awesome mood of my life right now. I woke up at noon and checked this story, and I had 236 hits and 98 visitors. I was so happy thanks to all of you. You all made my day, awesome viewers! DISCLAMER: I don't own Hetalia or the characters. I don't own you, either. According to the story, Mother Russia does.**

Your POV

You woke up, still in Russia's arms. It was light out, meaning it was morning. "Russia?", you whispered.

He groggily opened his eyes, smiled, and said, "Da?"

"It's morning."

"That means you want [1]zavtrak, da?"

"If that means food, then yes." He smiled and helped you up. You let out a small shriek because of your injuries. The frigid air was not kind to your wounds, and they were sore and felt like they were burning.

"Sunflower, are you alright?" he asked. "Did I hurt you?" He looked concerned.

"My cuts", you said, almost falling over in pain. Luckily, Russia was there to catch you.

"Here", he said, picking you up bridal style. "I was an [2]идиот for letting you fall asleep out here." He frowned. "You are angry with me now, da?"

"Of course not!", you said. "That was the best time of my life." Both you and Russia blushed a dark red.

"Oh", Russia said, unable to say anything else.

When you got in the house, he laid you on the couch. "Wait here." He went over to the kitchen and made more kasha, because he knew how much you enjoyed it, and he felt bad because he still thought he hurt you.

"Here", he said, handing you your bowl of kasha.

"Where's your bowl?", you asked as you moved over a bit to give him some room to sit.

"I'm not hungry", he said flatly.

"But, Ivan, it's so good! Here." You scooped up some and said, "Open your mouth." He did so with out a fight, making it much easier for you. You fed it to him, and he swallowed it but sighed. "Ivan, what's wrong?", you asked frowning.

He frowned and said, "I just hate the idea of hurting you. One day, if I make a mistake, you might walk away, just like everyone else has. Or my sister-" He broke off and looked like he might cry.

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him. When you stopped, you looked him in the eye and said, "Ivan, I'm not going anywhere if that's what you want. I'll stay as long I as you want me."

"Well", he said, "forever is a long time". He leaned over kissed you, with tongue and all. This kiss said so much more than words ever could. It was much more meaningful than the kiss last night. Finally, you had to break for air.

"We'll need something to do", you said smiling.

"I can think of many things." He chuckled and pulled you close. You began to kiss him again.

When you both finally stopped, you smiled and said, "Let's do something!"

"Like what, [3]lyubitʹ?", he asked smiling.

"Something fun! Lets build a snowman!" You said, giggling.

Ivan's frown disappeared and said, "your injuries."

Trying to talk Ivan into it, you said, "Please? You'll be helping me, too! It'll be fun!" You thought of something else he couldn't deny. "Forever is a long time, so you'll have to get used to my crazy ideas."

He smiled again and said, "Fine, you win, but you have to have fresh bandages and warm clothes."

"Fair enough." You said, happy Ivan was so lenient with you.

"I'll go get some winter clothes." Ivan rushed into a room and come out with a mound of clothes and bandages.

"Can you do my bandages, Ivan?", you asked.

"Da." He said. He walked over to you and you pulled up your shirt until all of the stab wounds were visible. He gently wrapped a soft, cotton ace bandage around your stomach and ribs until there was a small cushion over the wounds. "Do you want me, to do the other ones, or...?" Ivan asked politely, referring to your thighs.

"Those ones, too", you said. You pulled your pants down to your shins and let him bandage the legs individually, revealing a pink pair of panties you were wearing. He even helped pull your pants back up, making no reference to your panties at all.

When your pants were up, he slid his arms around you from behind and held you like that for a few minutes, your legs felt a little bit better, and you turned around and kissed him. He had you up against a wall, when you tugged a little bit on his scarf. He became suddenly uncomfortable, and you had noticed. You stopped and he stepped back. "Ivan, what's wrong?"

He stepped back. "I didn't want to tell you, because you might think I'm crazy. I just wanted to keep it a secret." He frowned.

"Ivan, you don't have to tell me, we all have our secrets."

"I don't want to keep this." He took off his scarf, revealing a scar. The scar was thick and went the whole way around his neck. "A rope."

You looked at him with concern. "I had no idea."

He smiled. "You didn't run away."

"Like you said, as long as you want me, I'm here." You leaned forward and kissed him. "When did it happen?"

"A year or two ago. I wasn't happy with who I was. I met Mattie and we got along great. He was my best friend. He told me that he liked me. I was shocked. He tried to kiss me and I pushed him away. He tried to commit suicide and when I found out, so did I. My sister, Ukraine, found me and saved my life. I still have nightmares. But that's for later. Lets go build a snowman."

You both got ready to go, but you couldn't stop thinking about Russia. When he said he was scared of you losing you earlier, he really meant Losing you. He led you out of the door and to a nice sized field next to the house.

Russia had let you wear his gloves, because he was scared of you getting frostbite. To start a snowman, you had to start with a snowball and roll it around on the ground. Eventually, we both had humungous snowballs, and Russia had to stack them, because they were way too heavy for you. You put little rocks in for the eyes nose and mouth.

"Not bad", you said smiling.

Russia looked at you with concern. "Your lips are blue." He leaned down and kiss you. "Just like I thought. He removed his scarf. He was wearing a turtleneck, so his scar wasn't showing. He wrapped it around your neck and you wouldn't get frostbite on your lips. You hugged him and closed your eyes. You said for the first time ever, "Ivan, I think I love you."

Ivan just said, "(name), I know I love you", and we stood there for a while, hugging.

Before I even knew what was going on, there was a flash of color before your eyes. Someone had pulled Ivan away, punching him in the face several times to knock him out cold. There was a trickle of blood running down his mouth. You went to run over to him, but four strong arms held you back, and another put a bag over your head. "Ivan!" You screamed as they took you away. You were thrown into a car and they sped away, knocking you out by pressing a pressure point.

~2 Hours Later~

Although you were barely conscious, you felt yourself being dragged across something hard. Stone, maybe? You didn't know. It was cold, too. It was concrete; you could feel it. You blacked out again.

You woke up, sitting on a cement basement with a door, which was locked from the other side. You reached up and felt you were still wearing Russia's scarf, but your locket was gone. You were shattered. Your grandmother gave you that necklace before she died.

You began to cry, but you realized there was an intercom button on the wall. You figured you'd give it a shot. Shakily, you pressed the button and said, "H-Hello? Is anyone listening?" You sat back and waited for a response.

There was silence. "Goddamn you! Answer me n-now! I don't want to p-play games!"

"You want to talk, let's talk. Who are you?" A woman's voice came from a speaker in the wall.

"(name). Now where am I? Who took me captive and what do you want from me?"

"Your past has caught up with you. I know what you did."

"I know what this is about, and I didn't do it!"

"You killed my brother. Don't lie! I know what you did to Isaac! You may have been not guilty in court, but your hands are stained red with blood. I know. Judgement day is here, (name). I'll video tape it and send it to your beloved Russia."

"...Kierra ?" That brought another thought. What if Russia thought you left him?

**A/N: Was that expected? I hope it wasn't. Well, next chapter you learn more about your past! Kierra is actually my friends name, so I honored her with the ability to be named after a psychopath. Also, I'm thinking of adding a short little bonus chapter of Ivan writing a letter to apologize, just because. Tell me what you think of that idea. Anyway, I hope you like! Review!**

Translations:

[1] Breakfast

[2] idiot

[3] love