It was cold. Lithuania could feel the snow all around him. Not wanting to move he lay there. still as a rock. Even if he wanted to move how could he? The softness and pure white of the snow felt out of place. Still, Lithania lay there. After all why would he want to get up? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi this is my first time writing a Hetalia Fanfic, or really any fanfic at all so the characters personalities will probably be a bit off. Hope you enjoy, I'll try publish a chapter every few days averaging around 500+ words. Sorry if the endings a bit ... well boring. THIS WILL NOT BE SMUT!!! Just a nice story about LietPol. I might through in a bit of angst.