That's The World?!『A Hetalia FanFic』

Chapter 68~ Where Am I? Who Am I?

*Olivine's POV*

Okay, Alfred is going to hate me. After swimming around in the pool for hours and seeing jiggle physics, I grew tired from the water. So, I crashed on the couch like any normal person. I made sure to change into some cool clothing before taking a nap. It's so warm here in Missouri, but the fans help. Ava watched over me and everything came to be a moderate summer day. Although...

ALL I SEE IS FLUFFY WHITE SNOW! FOR THE LOVE OF PANCAKES, I BETTER BE IN CANADA!

Okay... so this is happening. I must have poof-ed off in my sleep again. I seriously need to control that, I keep getting in trouble that way! Daddy isn't going to let me stay over anyone's house at this rate. I hope he doesn't punish me, I mean, it's not like I can really control my powers... then again I haven't even tried.

It's cold, colder than usual. The air felt rather lonely along with a sense of foreboding. I gathered myself from the bed of ice and moved to gain some heat. I walked around to keep my body warm, but that didn't work the way I wanted it to. I was wearing summer clothes after all, plus no shoes. Isn't this just a great situation to be in?

An icy pain rose in my veins as I glanced at my hair. It was already crystalizing into a shiny white from the immediate exposure. I held my arms and shivered from the chill. This place definitely wasn't Canada... even Canada has a limit to how cold he can be. This cold was emotional and slightly nerve-racking. I sensed as if something bad were about to happen.

It felt like pounds of snow drifted onto my body as I walked farther and farther. My tiny footprints in the snow never seemed to end in the hoarfrost blizzard. The chill on the tip of my nose, my frozen feet, my sight only reaching a few feet from the wall of ice that fluttered in the wind. I could already feel my body weakening; my energy was draining faster than ever before. It took longer for me to pass out in Canada, I've only spent a few minutes here.

"H-Hello?" I called to the wind. My voice was drowned out by the abundance of snow.

"Is... I-Is anyone th-there?!" My little voice was no use.

My toes felt like rocks, I couldn't feel them anymore; my hands burned from the dropping temperature. My hair was almost completely white as a silhouette appeared in the distance. That's when my blurry vision worsened. From time to time, my eye lids grew too heavy to hold. Ever so often, I would close them for just a second. However, I'd force them open to stay alive. With each struggle, the silhouette became closer into view.

The most noticeable thing about them was a tan scarf that hung around their neck like a noose. Their aura was slightly frightening and told the spirits and snowy faeries to beware. When they came up to me I could tell that they were very tall.

They turned out to be a man. The tall man wore a long, heavy tan coat, green pants, black gloves, and a long tan scarf. He appeared to be very pale with a round, childish face and a big nose. His hair was slightly wavy and a pale ash blond. His violet eyes were somber and seeking. The most odd thing about him was his smile. It gave off a gentle vibe, but it appeared to hide the torture that he has endured.

My body instantly wanted to escape when he was in front of me. He was like a skyscraper compared to my little body. However, something about him made me want to stay. He then looked down to me with his childish grin.

"Why are you crying, little one? Are you lost?"

His accent was... Russian?