Fandom: Hetalia
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It was funny how Canada had spent nearly decades -maybe centuries- searching for his family and to put them back together. His brother, America had disappeared after the large hit of the ice age. He was always there to help out anyone out with their problems, no matter how insignificant it was. Always having a hand on the deck, but took his hand off when everyone's hands were all needed to help out.
The other states of America were also missing.
Hell, everyone was missing from the North Family.
It was disconcerting.
Disconcerting that everyone was gone in the face of this Ice Age.
Canada sighed as he came upon a cave, and the Winds whispered excitedly to each other, for this was the second time they were able to be with each other since the first Ice Age. Winter had been quiet for a long time, but even then his silence was better than having no companions. Even if Matthew preferred his loud brothers chattering in his ears.
It was also a good thing that he had his polar bear, Kumajiro to accompany him with his long trek around the frozen earth in the eternal search of his family.
"Is safe," Kumajiro had muttered to his master, his lumbering figure stalking forward into the cave mouth. Matthew sighed before following the polar bear inside, figuring it wouldn't do much harm besides being accidentally impaled on an ice spike.
The Winds followed for a while as Canada and Kumajiro walked further and further into the cave. The temperature was dropping even more further down, but none of them noticed as they were used to the cold anyway.The winds eventually got bored of the trek down into the cave and decided to leave, and Winter sighed in the back of Canada's mind. They were very easy to amuse but also easy to bore.
Canada was slightly grateful the Winds had left because it made it easier for him to hold down his items without them being picked up and flung over whatever edges was nearby.
Winter didn't say anything in the back of his mind as the nation got down to lie on the floor to sleep.
Canada trusted Kumajiro to keep an eye over any threats that might come their way, since there was several lost ice souls that was vengeful and wanted something to exact their revenges on. No one knew where they came from, but they all had one thing in common- a violent death caused by the onslaught of the Ice Age. They were very unpleasant to fight against.
Laying down on his travelling bag and pulling his leather shawl closer to his body - a fail attempt to mimic warmth as Winter's influences always kept Matthew's body cold - he fell asleep easily as it had been a while since he had slept in a safe area.
Winter sighed as his nation side fell asleep, making the outside world now the inside world.
The inside world was the soulscape, so to speak. Whenever their nation side fell asleep, it was the deity's turn to be out. It doesn't applies every single one, of course. Winter was just a deity that liked to stay in the soulscape more so than the minor deity of All Trades.
But yes, the soulscape represented the nation's soul, so to speak.
Everyone had a soulscape, all individually different to their own souls. Winter especially liked Canada's soul.
It was fairly simplistic, a forest covered every margin of land that you'd turn to. The trees and the ground was covered by a thick layer of snow. Then if you wandered close to the center of the soulscape, amongst the forest that would all look the same if you weren't its master. There would be a small cabin with swings out front. This was where Canada kept his most precious memories.
