(Author's note-Wow, aren't I productive? I was just going to plan out some stuff after the last chapter, then wait a little bit. Then I started thinking about this chapter and my ideas I had. Next thing you know, it's three am and I'm furiously writing the longest chapter yet. Obviously I don't own Snow White and the Seven Dwarves or Hetalia. All rights go to Hidekaz Himaruya and Disney. Also this version takes after Snow White and the Huntsman a little bit so I don't own that either. Thank you to Cone of Depression for being the best reviewer ever and to animefan1009 for favourting this story. Translations for things in other languages will be at the bottom. Please consider reviewing and enjoy!)

Snow White

Yao (China)= Snow White (He was king of his kingdom until it was invaded. He was then imprisoned and forced into servitude)

Ivan (Russia)= Prince Charming (He is the prince of a nearby kingdom. Him and Yao would meet nightly behind the castle even when Yao was being held prisoner until Yao ran away after the whole Huntsman thing)

Arthur (England)= The Evil Queen (He was the neighbouring king who invaded Yao's kingdom and imprisoned him, he's NOT Yao's stepmother)

The Asian family are the dwarves but none of them have specific dwarves assigned to them. Also they're not dwarves, just a family of seven living together in the woods alone

Kiku (Japan)

Cheng (Macau) (I'm not to sure about this name, if it's widely inaccurate please tell me)

Kasem (Thailand) (Same with this name. I looked it up and it seems fine but I don't want to be offensive)

Yong Soo (South Korea)

Mei (Taiwan)

Leon (Hong Kong)

Lin (Vietnam) (Once again, if it's really bad, please call me out)

The forest was breathtaking. Each branch was void of any leaves but instead covered in a fragile layer of ice crystals. The snow on the ground was beautifully undisturbed, and the lack of animal life produced a delicate quiet Yao was careful not to break.

A gust of wind stung his already red cheeks and whipped his hair in his ponytail. The king snuggled deeper into his white fur coat borrowed from Kiku as he shivered against the bitter cold. The chill in the air seemed to worm its way beneath his skin. Still Yao continued past the sprawling trees back to the cottage, his basket weighed down with the vegetables he had foraged for that night's dinner.

As he walked Yao found himself thinking further about his current living arrangement. There was no doubt that he loved the large family that he had unofficially joined. Each member was something unique and added so much more to the group: Kiku's calm demeanor, Cheng's sense of peace and balance, Kasem's love for his family, Yong Soo's wild and free spirited nature, Mei's cheerful disposition, Leon's subtle wit and charm, and Lin's shy but headstrong personality. Each and every person Yao had been living with for the past several months had dug into his heart. He was indescribably fond of the group and hoped they thought similarly about him.

But as the snow crunched beneath his footsteps, the Chinese man could not help but yearn for something more, something from his past life. It definitely was not the people, after Arthur invaded he instructed all the staff of the castle to treat Yao like the wicked sorcerer wanted, a slave. And it was certainly not the environment itself, Arthur's takeover had landed the former king sleeping and spending all the time he was not cleaning or sneaking out at night in the dreary dungeon.

With a pang in his chest Yao realized what he was missing most dearly; a big muscular build, deep purple eyes, a long distinctive nose, and wavy pale blonde hair. It had been months but felt like a lifetime since Yao had seen the prince of the neighbouring kingdom, felt secure being held in Ivan's arms, or stolen one last kiss concealed by the nights they would sneak out to meet. With a grimace, the former ruler realized that Ivan had probably forgotten him by now, moved on from the dirty, thin, utterly forgettable servant who once had been king. The large prince most likely had stopped visiting the hidden door at the back of the castle where they would once meet.

Biting his lip to avoid thinking down his path of regret, Yao continued trudging through the thick snow banks to the cottage. A snapping branch set him on edge. Fear of Arthur arriving to finish the job of taking his life sent adrenaline coursing through his veins. His body tensed, ready to either fight or bolt.

A figure wearing a long, tan coat stepped out from between the frost covered trees. A familiar pink scarf fluttered in the wind. Yao was beyond shocked when Ivan's eyes met his and the tall Russian hesitantly asked, "Yao? Is that really you?"

The basket was dropped carelessly onto the frozen ground as Yao dashed towards his lover and jumped upwards into the taller man's arms. "Ivan! You're here! I can't believe you're here aru. How are you here?"

For a second Ivan cringed at Yao's embrace, causing the smaller man to hesitantly let go and look up questioningly at his lover. However after a moment Ivan reached forward and grasped Yao by the shoulders tightly. The Russian man gave a quick smile and reassured, "It's good to see you again Yao."

Yao sighed blissfully at at being back with Ivan again. He responded, "Same. It has been so long aru, but how did you find me?"

Awkwardly shuffling on his feet, Ivan's hands dropped as he explained, "Well, when I learnt the news about your death I was quite shocked, but when I heard that the Huntsman had been lying, and you were actually alive, I knew I had to find you again. I've been scouring the forest hoping to catch sight of you, and now I have you back in my grasp. Don't worry, this will never happen again."

The smaller king's felt light and joyous at Ivan's words. After so long living under the nightmarish rule of Arthur, his boyfriend was promising the long sought after freedom he had dreamed of.

Suddenly remembering why he was in the forest to begin with, Yao gasped and grabbed Ivan's hand. As he attempted to dragged his lover with him, he exclaimed, "Oh, I can't believe I almost forgot aru. I should introduce you to the others."

"Others?" Ivan asked doubtedly.

"Yeah, the ones who have been keeping me safe this whole time," the Asian man continued as he pulled Ivan with him, "There's Kiku, Mei, Leon, Yong Soo-"

Abruptly Ivan stopped moving forward, jolting Yao to a halt. When the king turned back, he saw his boyfriend shaking his head, something unknown in his eyes.

"Wait," Ivan commanded, "I will pay this household that has helped you a visit later, but first, I got you a gift." Reaching into his coat, the Russian man pulled out a perfectly red, shiny apple.

Yao laughed at the small present but grabbed it nonetheless. Ivan watched intently as the former ruler took a bite, the sweet juice flooding his mouth.

"Okay, it's a lovely gift, but I really want to show-" Yao began but quickly stopped when he noticed something wrong. The previously normal flavour of the apple had morphed into an intense bitterness. This flavour grew continuously until it was painful, a sharp burning sensation in his mouth.

Yao whimpered at the alarmingly fast-growing pain. "Ivan, what's...happening…I don't-" he groaned until speaking itself was too painful. The Chinese man dropped the deceiving apple on the ground. His stomach dropped and face paled when the piece of fruit morphed on the ground, shriveling up and turning into a rotting black with green mold.

The burning sensation spread down his throat, making it feel swollen and tender. Yao began throwing up everything in his stomach. The vomit was a dark red colour that left a metallic feeling in his mouth.

Looking up with blurry vision both from tears and pain, Yao expected to meet the concerned eyes of his lover. Instead he was face to face with the cold emerald eyes of Arthur, triumphantly smirking at his dying foe. Yao wanted to yell but all he could manage was a choken gasp.

Yao quickly realized he had fallen into a trap, but by then the fire was burning a path along his chest. Every breath seemed to ignite the heat, sending Yao to his knees as he desperately brought in too shallow wheezes for air. Arthur had begun pacing slowly around him like a vulture. Somewhere in the Asian king's mind was a plea to flee from the dangerous sorcerer, but his limbs were heavy and unresponsive. Every beat of his heart sent agonizing heat coursing through his veins. If he could have, Yao would have been screaming for mercy.

For a moment the forest tilted nauseatingly back and forth, causing Yao to cough up more vomit. Everything blurred, and when he next blinked Yao had ended up lying on his back, staring at the grey winter sky, his limbs spasming then going limp.

The former king could not feel the cold of the snow seeping into his back or he wind stinging his eyes. He barely noticed that Arthur had knelt next to him and had drawn a dagger from his cloak. All Yao knew was the burning of hell filling his blood and drowning him, his lungs bringing in barely any air.

"See how love weakens us." Arthur drawled, knife hovering Yao's chest. In the poisoned man's oxygen-deprived, pain-riddled mind, the voice sounded echoey and far away, in another world entirely. Arthur's face looked distantly but nonetheless horrifying.

The sorcerer continued, "You let your heart rule you decision making, and that is your mistake." Arthur laughed maliciously and sneered down with eyes colder than the winter's day.

"Don't worry. I'll cut the wretched thing out for you."

The dagger was raised in the air. Yao used all the control he had left of his body to force his eyes shut. He prayed the pain would fade quick in death and that one day he would get to see his loved ones again.

A clang of metal on metal registered in Yao's awareness. Cries of anger broke through the peaceful forest's quiet and the person at his side left, only to be replaced by others. Vaguely Yao heard Kiku chasing Arthur away, probably with that katana of his. The Chinese man wanted so badly to weep for joy, to hold his family close, and thank them forever for coming back for him, but he could not. The eternal flame in his body was slowly fading to a black numbness. The urge to float away with it and be free from all his suffering was strong.

Yao knew the others were there. Fingers pressed to his throat and Cheng called out, "His pulse is weak! He's fading quick!"

A hand rough and calloused like Kasem's held tight his own, and more hands, most likely Mei's, brushed his hair aside.

Soon Yao felt none of it. The darkness wrapped around his body like a thick, suffocating blanket. The king struggled desperately against it, trying to hold onto anything, Lin's quiet sobs, Yong Soo's yells for help, Leon's whispers to hold on.

But too soon Yao grew tired of fighting like he had for so long. He had lived his life in constant fear and was exhausted from it. The blackness was impenetrable as it burrowed deep into his thoughts. It dug out every memory Yao held dear: teaching Kiku how to use kanji, playing every card game that could be thought of with Cheng, helping Kasam care for his horse Toto, working with Yong Soo on drawings and comics, cooking meals with Mei, letting Leon teach him about fashion, trying and failing with the rest of the family to get Lin to smile, and hugging the true Ivan close as they said goodbye for the last time.

Yao finally felt at peace with his life, content with his relations and what he had done. Right before he allowed the void to completely take him away, free from all his suffering, the dying man heard a heartbroken scream that sounded like Kiku. It was quiet though, merely a faint whisper. There was no comfort for him as Yao drifted through nothing, away from the light.

Time was an unknown concept in the eternity where Yao resided. There was absolutely nothing as he floated through the endless void. Thoughts of his life tried to reach him, but a haze had settled around him that stopped his mind from functioning. There was nothing to see, feel, hear, or sense at all other then hellish sensory deprivation.

Eventually something changed. The dark had been so consistent up until then that the difference was immediate. A warmth was forming around Yao, something familiar that brought his environment into focus. The pressure of the void seemed to lighten. A force pushed him upwards and as he drifted things became clearer and sharper.

First was a pressure, a light but insistent kiss on his lips that Yao would be able to recognize anywhere as Ivan. Then it was muffled sounds, like they were underwater. Soon the voices were clearly distinguishable as members of his family. Realizing this would be his only chance to see his loved ones again, Yao fought back against the blackness, to be free of its tight hold. He struggled to remember the joys of life, the worth of his existence.

As he battled, the sensations around him, wind on his face, the smell of spring flowers in the air, pressure on his back from laying on a flat surface, and a hand stroking his cheek became clearer, urging him onwards. Cracks began forming in the previously perfect darkness, all originating from the one spot where he felt lips gently touching his own. Yao wanted so badly to see Ivan, the true Ivan one last time, to kiss back one last time, to be held and feel warm in his embrace one last time, so he focused all his efforts on that one spot, and eventually the void shattered into pieces.

Instantly Yao was back in his body. Everything rushed back to him, and he began coughing aggressively at the sudden need to breath again. Cries of surprise and excitement formed around him. Although his eyes felt heavy and stiff, he forced them open.

The first thing Yao saw was violet eyes slowly filling with tears, looking down at him in shock and amazement. To see such sincerity and emotion in them, there was no doubt in the king's mind that this was the real Ivan.

Sitting up stiffly on what looked like a glass coffin covered with flowers in a soft meadow, Yao wrapped his arms around the still frozen Ivan. The Chinese man buried his face in his boyfriend's shoulder and quietly sighed, "Hello Ivan."

Immediately Ivan was hugging Yao back in a tight but gentle embrace. The Russian man's body shook with both relieved laughter and sobs. "Hello to you too, moy podsolnukh*."

Ivan moved to rest his forehead against Yao's. His voice was full of emotion when he said, "You came back to me."

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yao whispered, "I will always come back to you, xingan**."

"Um, this is really cute, but don't we get any love for saving your life?" Yong Soo demanded, before getting whacked on the back of the head by Mei.

Yao giggled, then made to stand up. Ivan was quick to offer his arm for support, which the smaller man was grateful for. His weak legs shook from lack of use but thankfully held steady.

When it was clear that Yao was not going to topple over, Yong Soo tackled the older man in a rib-cracking hug. He was soon joined by a still happy crying Kasem and a beaming Mei, who commented, "You had us so worried, Yao."

Suddenly Kasem darted out to pull Lin into the group hug, the girl blushing furiously but joining the embrace anyway. Cheng shook his head fondly at the group before sandwiching into the hug.

Leon stood resolutely watching until Yong Soo called out, "C'mon Leon, we know you missed him. You were crying the most at his funeral.

Red-faced, Leon made to protest, but seemed to think otherwise and reluctantly joined the others in hugging Yao. In a voice so quiet it was a strain to hear, he reassured, "We… I really did miss you teacher."

The only member of the family left out was Kiku. The Japanese man was biting his lip and seemed hesitant to join in. However when Yao looked up from the hug to stare expectantly at him, he wasted no time in completing the group hug.

Surrounded on all sides by his family's embrace, Yao felt complete. All around him was light shining from everyone's love, helping to keep the darkness at bay. To all in the group Yao poured his heart out. "Thank you guys. For taking me in, for being my family, for saving my life in more ways than one, just… thank you aru."

It was Kiku who responded for everyone, for the small Asian family from the cottage that all fit so perfectly together. "It is us that should be thanking you, brother."

*Moy podsolnukh= "my sunflower" in Russian

**Xingan= Directly translates to "my heart and liver" in Mandarin. It's a term of endearment similar to "my heart and soul"

I don't speak either of these languages. I got these from the internet so please correct me if I'm wrong