I'm sorry, this chapter is a bit short compared to my recent ones... On the bright side, I planned my whole story :D! I'm also giving up on the double title thingy 'cause I like giving long chapter titles and fanfiction has a limited amount of letter per title.

Look! The plot is actually moving and at quite a pace!

I just have a question for you reviewers out there, would you rather have me write more friendship fluff between Russia and other countries or directly skip to someone else's POV (like England or... Mouahaha I'm not telling you who else plays an important part yet :P) and go back to Irene and HK after they've managed to make a few friends? England and the others POV focus on the actual plot while Russia, Irene and HK's focus on Russia making friends and the three becoming closer and closer before moving on to the actual plot. Both happen at the same time so it won't have a crappy "After a month of Russia making friends...". I'll still have one arc of Russia's friendlist for the plot oriented choice but the other will have two or three.

Read and review please!

The silver hair and red eyes immediately gave away the boy's identity, despite Hong Kong not being very familiar with European ex-nations. Prussia was sitting in the snow that faded him in the background, his eyes reminding the world of his presence. He hadn't changed much. His smile still translated an unrivalled ego and his stare a bitter loneliness. He was however, considerably younger as the symbol of the Teutonic knights defined the child's age from his white clothes. His physical appearance set itself to that of a seven years old boy who had seen too many hardships and lived to many wars, which he no doubt had.

He seemed to give little care for the blizzard that surrounded him, one that – thank god – Hong Kong could not feel. It wasn't just any blizzard but one of a massive scale, one that could destroy armies and famish continents, freezing in its way all that it could. A simple glance around was enough to see the powerful natural disaster had shaved the land of everything but snow and ice. And yet the boy just sat in the middle of the white chaos, staring at the cruel white sky.

The boy suddenly turned to face Hong Kong, a flash of worry in his eyes "I guess you found me…"

"Found you? I wasn't even-" the teen started, before being interrupted by a calm, soothing voice.

"It's not really a challenge considering your confidence can be felt all the way from the Far East." The words came from behind him, where a beautiful woman stood, wrapped in a warm and colourful cloak. Her long premature white hair was almost invisible under the heavy jewelleries she wore and her pale skin and sky blue eyes went unnoticed in contrast with the vivid fabric that could be seen even through the thickness of the blizzard. She held a small tired smile as she peacefully made her way to where the future Prussian empire sat and kneeled to match his height.

The albino just sighed "How did you even find out about it?" he asked, completely ignoring Hong Kong. He displayed a small pout, pretending to be unhappy someone had found out about a secret of his. Only a small glimmer of hope in his voice showed how thankful he truly was to have someone to talk to.

The woman let out a song like laugh, ruffling his hair like a mother would tease her son "Call it a woman's instinct." She gave him a wink and crawled her way to sit next to him. "General Winter is particularly generous this year." Her smile turned sad as she lied down to stare at the raging sky "I think there isn't a single snowflake he'll keep to himself."

Prussia turned his gaze back to the hell over his head, a wave of pity crashing on his facial features. "What did you do?" he asked "This is not a normal winter, Kiev. The air is full of dark magic and you… you're…"

"Dying." The woman finished "I must reek of death by now, especially to your eyes."

"What happened?" the boy insisted.

"War happened." Kiev answered, watching her fellow nation nod in understanding "War is a terrible disaster. It makes people do things worthy of the devil, mistreat their equals and wish harm on those who were just born under the wrong star... I used to believe I had control over myself and that I ruled my people, you know? I used to think I'd become the greatest empire if I worked hard enough, that I'd make everyone become friends, even the French and the English." The two smiled at the picture of young France and England being best of friends before Kiev resumed. "But I guess it's impossible after all. This world is defined by war and written by blood. Hate runs our people who, in turn, run us. We don't even have power over our own feelings for God's sake!"

Prussia suddenly became wary, frowning at the woman who fought to hold her tears back "What did you do? Don't tell me you tried to change something. Last time a nation did that, it really did not end well."

"No. I did the opposite." The woman replied, her stare lost in her own thoughts "I fully accepted my people's will and acted on it, devoting my every breath to their cause… What happened after is for me to weep about." She ended, chasing the memory from her mind.

The Teutonic Order did not hide his disappointment "Fine. Be that way." He grumbled "Just keep in mind that the more I know, the more accurate and useful the information I will give you will be."

"I know." Kiev smiled "Thank you."

"You're welcome, the awesome me will try to satisfy your need for knowledge." The boy smirked, regaining the cockiness he was well known for.

Meanwhile, Hong Kong's brain was desperately trying to connect the dots. He knew Kievan Rus was the soviet siblings' mother; it was kind of hard not to notice it with how much she looked like Ukraine. However, he ignored why she was talking with a young Prussia.

…

What was he even doing there?

The last thing he remembered was arriving at Russia's house where he was going to spend the whole month. Irene had insisted they travel to meet more countries and Hong Kong had seen it as an opportunity to find out more about the girl… But how did that escalate to travelling a few hundred years back? When exactly was this anyway? The boy focused on his small knowledge of European history, searching for the approximate date of Kiev's death.

Thirteenth century.

He had travelled to the thirteenth century.

Hong Kong pinched himself, begging his brain to wake up from a dream, hoping this was nothing but a product of his imagination, panicking and –

The teen face palmed at his stupidity. Of course it had been a dream! Time travel doesn't exist unless you're on drugs (or if you're England)! He mentally scolded himself for panicking like a girl when facing his own subconscious as he slowly left the bed. But the feeling of uneasiness had taken its roots in his stomach and something told Hong Kong his dream wouldn't be forgotten in a long time.

He headed downstairs to eat breakfast, careful not to wake anyone up. Stupid jetlag. He finally reached the kitchen, surprised at the cleanness of it. Everything looked new and untouched. Who knew Russia was a clean freak? He found bread and nutella (pretty sure Irene had something to do with its presence in Russia's house), took out a plate and went to eat at the dining table.

While his actions were focused on filling the void his stomach was, his thoughts pondered on the strange dream he had. It was weird enough for him to dream about a country he had barely met, but Kiev? He had never even seen a picture of the woman! And assuming it wasn't Kiev and that his brain had completely created the image of her, he remembered the dream's details a bit too well. As in he remembered everything, from the sound the blizzard made to the smallest gesture.

Something was off.

Not just about the dream, something was seriously off.

It was freezing.

Hong Kong glanced at the thermometer that sat next to the television. Minus five degrees Celcius. That… seemed normal for Russia… right? It was only April, the temperature was bound to be lower than Hong Kong was used to… right?

Crash!

"Hey! What's with the rush? It's only six!" Hong Kong heard Irene cry from upstairs. It took no time for Russia to enter his sight, running down the creaking stairs with three big bags, one of which Hong Kong recognized to be his.

"You wanted to travel, da? The airport will get crowded if we don't depart soon." Explained the giant, a bit of stress showing in his voice. He noticed Hong Kong and smiled "Privyet Hong Kong! Slept well?" The island nodded in reply.

Irene soon followed the big country, still putting her coat on "Hey Xiang!" she quickly greeted.

"Morning." He returned, completely calm compared to the two others. How could they have so much energy in the morning?

Russia nervously looked through the nearby window "Hong Kong already ate breakfast… I guess it means we'll eat ours at the airport."

Hong Kong frowned. It couldn't be… No. A dream was just a dream. Nothing more. But still, it was worth a try. "Is it about General Winter?"

Russia and Irene stopped in their tracks and stared at the asian nation "You're smarter than you look, da?" Russia answered "Yes. It seems he is stirring despite it being quite late in the year for that. To be frank, I think it's worst than usual. The last time he manifested out of season like that was…" the man's eyes turned sad, obviously remembering something he would rather not.

Hong Kong didn't especially enjoy rubbing salt in a wound but this time, curiosity got the best of him "The time Kiev died." He finished, watching as the pair of purple eyes widen in surprise. So his dream did have some truth to it. Now the question was finding the extent of that truth.

"Then it's really bad." Irene said "We really should go!" The two nations stared at Irene. "What? I hate winter! My arm is half dead because of it, remember?"

"Guys!" Hong Kong called, snapping their attention to him "Even if General Winter is coming out when he shouldn't, I seriously doubt the temperature will suddenly drop in an hour."

"It has already dropped." Russia sighed "The minimal temperature of Moscow in April is zero degrees celcius. There is no wind, no rain or snow and the sun is shining for once yet it's minus five. This is not a normal winter."

"That's a bit off the mark." Irene corrected "It's not winter at all."

"Okay fine! I get it, we should rush." Surrendered Hong Kong, both hands in the air "But do you guys even know where you want to go?"

"How about Belgium?" the girl suggested "I've never been there!"

Russia frowned in confusion "I thought you were Belgian."

"Oh, I am." The girl affirmed "But my mom got pregnant with me when she was seventeen so she tried marrying my dad but all four of my grandparents were against it and they ended up eloping to Greece before making a bit of money and leaving for Hong Kong. They never went back to Belgium, though we did go together to Switzerland." She took a long breath before finishing "I really want to see my country so, please?"

"Sure," Russia agreed, more eager to leave than to argue "Let's go."