Hetalia: Soulwords.

Russia Part 1

With a big grin on your face, you quickly lace up your ice skates.

It wasn't often that the Winter skies of Russia were so clear and pretty and at the same time warm enough that you weren't freezing, but cold enough that he snow and ice wasn't melting. The perfect day for skating.

You weren't the only one who thought that either. 

Moskva River had frozen over completely. It was a rare sight to behold and for once, the government decided to let the people of Russia enjoy themselves. Boating on the river had been stopped and the people were allowed to freely skate across the river.

You suspected that they were allowing this after many of the people had heard about the Rideau Canal Skateway in Canada. 

You had been born in Russia, but shortly after, your parents moved to Canada due to reasons they never told you and you had never found out. They had both passed in a car accident and you had moved back to Russia to live with your grandfather. 

Your grandfather had been born in 1951 and was currently 73 years old. 

And a communist.

You didn't really care. It was his life and not yours and you had to admit, some of his views made perfect sense. You couldn't really lie that the people were treated unfairly now-a-days too. In fact, you dislikes it so much, that you had offered to take your grandfather back to Canada and you two could live there.

He had refused, he didn't want to leave the country he was born in, fought for, and that he wanted to die in. You didn't ask again and nor did you move. You had the feeling that it would break his heart if you were to leave.

You worked at the library, your grandfather refused to let you stay with him unless you worked. He had said that the young had hands and strength for a reason. When you asked him what his hands had done when he was young, he had answered by saying that he had been a soldier. 

You suspected he was more than just a soldier for the Soviet Union...you didn't pay any of the bills and somehow they were always payed and there was always good food on the table. Your grandfather refused to live in a rich fancy house, and still lived in the same Soviet apartment that he had lived in since he was born. It was small, but cozy.

The library you worked at was currently under renovations, meaning you were out of pay and had a lot of free time. Your grandfather made you voulenteer to do things for the public like babysit, dog sit, help out the poor and the sick. You didn't really mind, it gave you something to do, but you did need a break from it all.

That was why you had come to go skating today. 

It was a beautiful day, you had nothing to do, and you liked skating.

So why not go skating?

The moment your skates were tied, you were up and gliding across the ice. You felt like you were flying and loved it.

A small group of school children were out on the ice too. In your eyes, every one of them was an obstcle to dodge, and so dodge them you did. You zoomed past them, weaving in and out around them as they looked on in awe. One of them toppled over as you whipped past.

As you skated on your own, you soon recgonised a face you did not want to see.

Travis.

It had been only last year, so a month ago, that you had caught him cheating on you with a woman you didn't eve know. You had sat in the living room waiting for them to finish and when they both walked out, the look on Travis's face was priceless. If you had taken a photo of it, you would have put it up on your wall and framed it in gold. 

Actually, no. The fucker didn't deserve to be honour like that. You would have hung it over the kitchen garbage can. Your grandpa would be confused, but it would have made you feel so much better about loosing him.

Unfortuently Travis didn't want to loose you. 

Ever since you had broken up with him, he had been showing up wherever you were and was pestering you to forgive him and get back together with him. You had constantly said no to him but he didn't care.

He gilded over to your side and started skating by your side. 

"Hey Y/N." He greeted.

"Travis." You return the greeting.

"How are you doing? You look lonely." He  smiles.

"Some people like to be alone." You answer, giving him as little attention as possible.

"But not you. I know you Y/N, you don't like to be alone." He spins around so he is now skating backwards in front of you. 

"I have my Grandfather." You say shortly. 

"The communist?" He laughs. "Sweetheart, one day he'll die and you'll be on you own."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "My name isn't sweetheart and I'm sure by then that I'll have found my soulmate." You change directions of where you are skating, but he follows.

"But will your soulmate want you?" He grins and skates at your side.

"What do you mean?" You ask, annoyed. You know that you shouldn't be talking to him, but you want to shut down every argument he could throw at you

"I mean that you've already dated and slept with a man." He smiles. "Shouldn't a good soulmate wait for their fated one?"

You look around dramatically. "I don't see a man. And you also haven't found your soulmate, so how about we push that logic back on you hmm?"

Travis stops skating and glares at you as you glide away from him. You think that he has decided to leave you alone, but he quickly rushes to your side again.

"Baby, clearly you don't know what you are looking at. Please just come home?" He practically begs.

You play a thoughtful face for a moment before placing your hand on his arm and pushing him away.

"My home is with my Grandfather." You smile and skate off.

He won't take no for an answer.

Before you know it, your hand has been grabbed and you are being dragged backwards. You loose your balance and topple over. Travis lets go of your hand you spins around to look at you. 

You quickly get back on your feet...er...skates and back up, hitting something behind you. Travis suddenly doesn't look too confident.