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Negafook

Summary: "You have treated me with immense unkindness this winter, Negafook." Alaska said, staring at General Winter

Disclaimer: I've run out of witty disclaimers, so I'm open for options. State OCs belong to me. Hetalia doesn't.

When the snow finally thawed, and Alaska dug his way out his igloo, he had little time to deal with the cause of the problem.

There were roads to clear, roofs to shovel snow off of, and an oil tanker trying to get to port so that there would be oil for heat.

So the first thing Alaska did once he was outside was hitch up his dog team and head to town to help them dig out.

The National Guard was already helping there, and he helped wherever he could. Sometimes it was easier to shovel; most of the time it was easier to use his power over the snow and ice to move it out of the way. Even for his power, there was only so much he could do.

Before late afternoon he decided to call an end to work for the day. He needed to find supplies and before he went home, there was someone he wanted to talk too.

He loaded up his sled with supplies, hitched up the dogs, wrapped his pale blue scarf – a gift from Russia so many years ago – around his mouth and nose to keep the cold winds at bay, then pulled the hood of his parka up over his pale blonde hair and set off.

He was used to the snow. It had always been there, after all. He had lived with his native people before Russia came, and it was there he had learned all the arts of the snow.

He, who did not freeze in the bitterest cold, had been made the shaman to Negafook, per the orders of the elders of the tribe.

The sun peaked out from under the clouds to shine on the snow as the dogs ran across the snow. There were no houses, no buildings. Just the tundra, the sun, and the snow.

On the horizon, a tall, dark object became visible. It was a great Inushuk, built long ago, before even Russia had come.

Negafook was near; he could feel it. This was the Inushuk Alaska had built for him. Once a year, the northern state came here to leave an offering for Negafook in the hopes of pacifying him.

Alaska stopped the dogs near the Inushuk and dug through his supplies until he found some food to make a sufficient offering, which he set near the rock pile.

As he stood back up, he felt the familiar presence and turned to face the spirit behind him.

"You have treated me with immense unkindness this winter, Negafook." Alaska said.

General Winter stared back at him. "You know well that no one controls winter, Anyu." He replied, in a voice that sounded like the winter winds howling through trees. "No one controls me."

In the olden days, the elders would have made sure he took his shaman's mask. They believed it was wrong for any go-between to stand before Negafook without a mask, but after so many years, Alaska felt comfortable standing in front of the snow spirit without his mask.

"I know that. My people are having difficulty."

"Not your people. Your people understood me." General Winter said, his voice now sounding like shivering ice crystals.

"So they did." Alaska acknowledged.

"But see, I have let the snow go." General Winter said, gesturing towards the sky and the sunset. "I will give you this reprieve. This time." He moved past Alaska and in a blur of winter wind, the offering was missing.

The dogs in their harnesses growled and barked as the General moved closer to Alaska.

"Yes," Winter repeated, looking into the state's eyes. I will give you a reprieve. For now."

"I ask for my people. I do not ask for myself." Alaska said. "All of my people."

General winter did not reply, instead turning away and vanishing in the permafrost.

Alaska stared after the spirit, then turned back to the dogsled. The sun was sinking beneath the horizon. He needed to be home before it got too late.

"Andrey, where are you going?" Russia asked.

Alaska pulled his mask down over his face and picked up the carved wooden bowl. "I must take the offering to Negafook."

"Negafook?"

Alaska nodded. "He is the spirit of winter."

"Is he?" Russia murmured, then added. "I will come with you. I wish to meet Negafook, also."

Alaska considered it. "Alright."

They walked to the Inushuk, which was no short journey. Alaska carried the bowl in front of him and kept his mask on the whole time. Russia walked next to him.

As the pair approached the Inushuk, Negafook was standing there waiting.

Russia let his breath out between his teeth and muttered two words.

"General Winter."

T.A.R.N.S.: So this is a story I thought up yesterday while I was getting my butt handed to me by my homework. Derp.

So here we get to meet Alaska, AKA Anyu, AKA Andrey Braginski, now known as Anyu Andrey Jones. (Though you can throw the Braginski in there too, if you want. It goes before Jones.) I was inspired to write this because Alaska just dumped on by General Winter. Some towns got upwards of 27 feet of snow. And now down here tonight, we've got winter weather advisories. (So General Winter left Alaska alone and came down to menace the Midwest instead.)

ALASKA – Anyu Andrey [Braginski] Jones, joined the union on January 3, 1959, making him the 49th state. He is taller than America but 3-4 inches shorter than Russia. He also looks similar to Russia, which I find confusing. Anyway, he has pale blonde hair, purple eyes, wears a pale blue scarf that Russia gave to him, a traditional fur parka, fur boots, and black pants. His first name is supposed to mean snow, presuming my sources are correct. (If they're not, feel free to PM me and let me know.)

Negafook, or Negafok, is some kind of Aleutian snow spirit. Thusly, I decided that Negafook is what Alaska calls General Winter. =]

Anyway, I need to get back to work. Please reveiw and let me know how I did!