This is the Russia and China Omake, because it won in the polls. So…yeah. I can't really write Russia or China, so don't be too mad TT-TT The end. I don't own Hetalia, please enjoy, etc.

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Turning the World Upside Down

Omake 2: Paper Snowflakes

"Did you see classroom eighteen?"

"You mean the one with all the...?"

"Yes! Exactly! Do you have any idea who did it?"

China rolled his eyes in mild exasperation. Everyone had been talking like this all day. He hadn't even gone to classroom eighteen yet today, but it was his next class. He didn't want to admit it, even to himself, but the whispers had ignited a small, growing spark of curiosity inside his chest. So when he got to the very crowded classroom, he somewhat impolitely shoved the people out of his way so he could make it to the door. When he got into the room, he just stood and gaped.

Snowflakes. Probably at least a hundred paper snowflakes stuck over every available wall, over every window, crowding around the edge of the whiteboard. The other students who were there for class were staring in surprise at the wintry wonderland, including the teacher. The only one who wasn't staring was Russia, the biggest, strongest kid in school. He was simply jotting down some neat notes onto white-lined paper. But then again, Russia had always been somewhat of an outsider. He really didn't have many friends- none really, excluding his two siblings (The youngest of them, Belarus, was madly in love with him) and people he bullied. Russia was a bully, yes, but China had always felt like it was more out of loneliness than any real malicious intent.

"Hey, Russia!" One of the students yelled at the door. Ivan lifted his head, curiously meeting his gaze with childlike violet eyes. "Why aren't you looking at all the snowflakes? Aren't they beautiful?"

Russia smiled sweetly at him. The grin sent shivers of terror down the spines of those who knew him, China included. "Because snow is disgusting," he said with his perfectly composed face. "It's cold and icy and disgusting."

The person blinked at him, gaping. Russia only kept that same, innocent smile. "What do you mean by disgusting?" The person foolishly asked. Russia's smile widened on his face, but a dark aura settled over him at the same time.

"Cold is horrible. Haven't you done your research in your history class?" Russia asked gently, a hard note of mocking hidden within his words. "Just look at the battle of Stalingrad. All those people in a city under siege, freezing to death, refusing to relinquish their city even under the fire of German weapons. How I wish I had been there... Can't you just see the snow, stained with warm, red blood?" A dark laugh erupted out of his throat and all the students shuddered again, giving a reproachful glare at the one who had stupidly asked Russia to clarify. Hopefully, he wouldn't make that mistake again. At least all the other students seemed to be enjoying the snowflakes. As everyone squealed over them, commenting on how intricate and beautiful they were, China noticed Russia's eyes flicker briefly in their direction and a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth. China decided he had been imagining it and returned to his books.

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It was three o'clock and China was back at the school. Chikyuu High's classes ended at 2:00, but China had ridden the bus home and walked into the doorway only to realize he had left his biology textbook in his locker. Technically, the homework was due in three days, but China hated to leave anything until the last minute. His parents had been away on a business trip to god knows where (They were infamous for half-assed plans), so China had called Kiku, the only one of his friends with a car, and asked for a ride. Kiku had promptly come over with Seychelles in the shotgun seat, causing China to smile. Ever since Hungary had set them up, the two had been practically inseparable, and Japan was generally less uptight around her, something China appreciated.

China scuttled into the school, noticing the darkened classroom windows and locked doors. Most of the teachers had gone home. He found his locker, twirled the dial expertly, then opened it and found his biology book with perfect ease. China's locker was as neat as a pin, so he knew that particular textbook would be third from the top, right under his math and history books, but on top of his binders. He slid it into his red backpack and began to navigate back to the front of the school. Suddenly, he noticed one classroom door open. It was the door to classroom eighteen.

Without even realizing he was doing it, China held his breath and tiptoed up to the classroom. He heard a vague noise that he identified as the 'snip' of a pair of scissors. Someone was cutting paper- it must be whoever made the paper snowflakes patterned across the room. He poked his head into the classroom and felt his mouth drop open very slightly.

Russia was sitting alone in the classroom with a huge stack of white paper in front of him, methodically cutting out paper snowflakes from the paper. He had an almost seraphic expression of calm on his face as he finished each unique and incredibly complicated design and set them onto the pile rapidly growing on the desk in front of him.

"Russia-san? What are you doing here, aru?" China asked curiously. Russia looked at him without surprise, that almost eerily innocent smile still on his face.

"Hello, China. I'm making snowflakes," he said casually, like making paper snowflakes was something he did every day after school.

"But you said you hated snow. Why are you making paper snowflakes for the classroom if you hate them?"

"I do hate snow. Everybody else seems to like it, though." China's forehead wrinkled in confusion, but Russia refused to clarify despite all the questions China asked him. He only repeated one cryptic statement over and over. "They'll all be part of me one day, so it helps to keep them placated."

"Well, can I help?" China asked, finally deciding he wasn't getting an answer. Russia's expression finally changed to look slightly surprised at the offer, but it was masked again almost instantly.

"Aren't your friends waiting for you? You can't drive yet, so you must have gotten a ride."

"How did you know that?" China asked. Russia just smiled. "I guess you're right. I have to go." He paused at the doorway, a smile sliding onto his face. "See you later Russia. And you looked happy when you were making the snowflakes. You should try looking like that more often." He slipped out of the room, leaving Russia alone with his thoughts. A smile slowly seeped onto Russia's face as well, a real one that wasn't as sugary as his usual grins, and he continued his production of little the white snowflakes. For some reason, he didn't feel as lonely as before.