Have you ever spent a day without contact, never touching a person, maybe not even talking to anyone? It feels nice every once in a while, to be disconnected from people. But imagine it spanning for more than just a day or two. How long would it take for you to break down? How long for you to go crazy? A week? Two? A month? Not very long in regards to my life. I lived for three hundred years, but the first hundred or so years... I was alone... So alone and so cold... That changed though, making my lonely but simple existence into a complexed but lively life.

I don't even think I'm technically alive, and yet I represented the lives of over 40 million people at one point in time. I'm a wandering Spirit with no idea of my path, but somehow I'm a rock in mein brüder's life as well as Francis' and Antonio's... And Feliciano's and Lovino's... Roderich's... Elizabeta's... Alfred's... Kiku's... Eduard's, Toris' and Ravis'... Feliks'... Heck even Ivan's Natalia's and Irina's*... And Mattie's. I'm involved in so many other's as well, their friends and families, intertwining and other lapping. It was hard to believe that I wasn't always a part of this madness. But from the time I woke up to the time I first found the dying pair in the woods just inside of present day border between Germany and France... A little over a hundred years after my 'birth'.

It was hard to explain, the loneliness I suffered through. How could I possibly explain a hundred years of complete and utter solitude? I mean I could see the humans, hear them talk, but I couldn't touch them, couldn't feel a human's touch. Also they couldn't see me, or hear be so no one to talk to, or well no one to talk back to me, I always answered the people around me.

I'm sure you're thinking, 'But aren't there other spirits for you to talk to and touch?' or something along those lines. We'll the thing is, The Spirits hate me. All of them, every last one of them hate the mere thought of me. It's not my fault though, well not all my fault because on a few occasions it was, but mainly it was either me learning or just my powers in general that pissed them off.

If you haven't guessed yet, I'm Jack Frost, the youngest seasonal spirit. Only the thing is there is already a winter spirit, General Winters. He had been around for the past millennia so no one saw the point in another winter spirit. Except for using me as a scapegoat when something went wrong during winter. I still have scars from that but because General Winters was around, no matter how much of a heartless bastard he is, no one saw the point in training me to control my powers. This causes me to go through trial and error... Resulting in more scars on for each mistake I made, both from my own messes and the punishment I received. After about fifty years I was mostly able to control my powers, and was excellent at disappearing when I couldn' after another fifty or so years of just wondering, spreading my magic through the world, avoiding all spirits out of fear, IT happened. The single greatest thing that could possible happen to me, even with the roadblocks and secrets, I was... Am Happy.

I was traveling through lower Germany, it was August so I was trying to make it to the Alps, when I saw them. A young boy, appearing to be no more than eight, with pale blonde hair, and a dark black cape sprawled on his back with a large wound to his side, his breathing shallow. The other figure was a tall pale teen, slumped against a tall oak, his ruby red eyes frosted over in the unseasonably cool weather. His breathing was articulated by coughing that speckled his off white shirt with crimson, though his left shoulder was stained dark scarlet already, his right hand clutching at it. I was shocked enough that he looked near identical to myself, from our pale complexion and snow like hair to our fairly similar baggy shirts and simple brown leather pants. The only true difference was he had on heavy boots, and how my eyes were icy blue, instead of the striking red.

Then his eyes landed on me. Not in my general direction, not through me, but ON me!

"So you're the one MIM chose," he rasped out, his German accent weaving in the syllables, "He made a pretty good choice, handsome." I gasped out a breathe of disbelief.

"You..." I couldn't continue my though.

"Can see you?" He said with a note of humour in his fading voice.

"B-but," I protested nearing him. I sunk to my knees as I reached his side, I was convinced that I had to save the first person to ever believe in me if it's the last thing I do!

He shook his head sadly.

"I'm already dead," he whispered.

"No...no I can save you," I mumbled pushing down on his wound. He winced, weakly batting my hands away, before he placed his hands on my cheeks.

"Shush," he whispered, managing to sit up, so that our faces we're nearly touching. My eyes flutter closed, barely holding back the tears.

"You don't have to suffer anymore."

He closed the distance, placing a single kiss on each of my closed eyelids.

I bit out a gasp as what felt like a lightning bolt past through my head. The suddenly I was trapped in memories that weren't my own.

"Come along, Schneeflocke," a tall stoic looking man with long blonde hair and old armour said, looking me. Only I was only about up to the man's hip.

"Yes, Germania!" I... No he chirped. I watched as my-his hands picked up a sword, and tucked it into my- His damn it! Belt. It was huge for such a small boy, probably about the size of my (HIS) body.

"Prussia, I've told you to pick a smaller svord!" Germania scolded as I (He) nearly impaled his leg on the blade. I - He... You know I give up, pouted at the man.

"But Grossvater!" I protested, "It's mine!" The older man sighed, rubbing between his temple with a gloved hand.

"Fine, but if I see a single cut on you from it, it's going into a garbage heap!"

I smirked, "Got it!"

He sighed, shaking his head in exasperation.

"Hurry up, Vee're going to meet a friend of mine," and with that he set of, myself trotting behind him.

"Guten Morgen, Rome," Germania called as we neared a man with ruffled chocolate hair and bronze armour, a red cape trailing behind him. He turned from where he sat on a large rock.

"Germania!" He cheered as he got up and launched himself at my grandfather.

"I bring nevs," The blond said, easily sidestepping the over excited roman.

"Is zis your friend, Grossvater?" I piped up drawing attention to myself. The brunet's eyes widen, a smile spreading wider on his face.

"Oh? And who is this?" Rome chuckled, a surprised twinkle in his eyes.

"I'm Prussia," I introduced, "Ze most avesomest person ever!"

"Is that so? You're absolutely adorable!" He squealed, kneeling down to squish my cheeks, "I could just eat you up~"

Before I could even protest I was out of Rome's grasp and in my grandfather's arms. Rome just chuckled at Germania's glare.

"So who's the lucky lady?" Rome chirped out, "It's Britannia isn't it ? I know she was talking about how much she likes you and Greece was telling me about how she and her-" I watched amused as the man continued to talk very fast, his arms waving as he did so, while Grandfather had set me down, rubbing his temple again. Suddenly Germania's eyes snap open and he hits Rome over the head with his fist, efficiently shutting him up.

"Fool," The blond growled at the brunet, "He's not mine like zat! He's one of us"

Rome's face grew serious.

"Another?" He questioned solemnly, his eyes roaming me with calculating puzzlement.

"Ja,"

"More and more are popping up. China found one a short while ago, Japan, he calls him his brother, and Persia found a pair, Iraq and Iran who he's treating as his sons. How long ago did you find him?"

"About month ago but he's been around for a fev years nov," I tugged on Germania's shirt.

"Vat are you talkink about?" They exchanged looks, before leading me to the rock, sitting me down where Rome had been when we first got here.

"Mein Schneeflocke, vee're not like everyone else," Germania started to explain, "Vee've been specially chosen to help everyone else. Vee're not like the humans that you've met, vee've named ourselves Nations,"

After that it was like a tidal wave of info. I was in a swirling mass of lights, colors, sounds, names, smells and emotions. Then as suddenly as it started it stopped, the facts sliding into place.

When I opened my eyes again, the man I now knew was Prussia, as in the personification of the giant Empire of Prussia, was sadly smiling up at me.

"What," I panted, "in the world was that?"

"My memories," he chuckled, giving the obvious response,"Zey're yours now."

"V-Vat?" I stuttered out, my hand flying to my throat as I gained a faint Germanic accent.

"Nations vill usually be reborn if zey're killed but vith vat's about to happen," his eyes flip over to Holy Rome, his little brother, "Vee don't have time to hafe me grov back up,"

"So Manny sent me to you," I yelped, "I'm supposed to become a Nation!" I was pretty freaked out at this point.

He chuckled, "You've been asking Mim to shov you vere you belong right?" My panic screeched to a fault. Was he saying... That I was meant to do this? To become a nation?

He was coughing again, weaker this time, the red stain nearly completely covering his shirt.

"Go," he managed out, "Take Holy Rome and go,"

I walked over and picked up the small blond, rocking him slightly as he started to fuss. Prussia held out his arms to me, asking to hold him one last time.

"Auf Wiedersehen, mein Sonnenschein" he whispered as he held his brother close, kissing his forehead sweetly.

"Bruder?" He moaned out squirming in the grip of the older man, "Let go,"

He just smiled weakly, his grip falling. I rushed to grasp the boy before he fell to the ground. I looked up at Prussia only to see his glassy eyes staring at me, the ghost of a smile left on his face. I shifted to close his eyes only to stop as I spot my reflection in them. My eyes now matched the colour of the dead nation in front of me. Well that one less thing I have to worry about. I slid his eyes closed and took off into the air, I needed to get to friendly territory, hopefully Hungary is home.

After that it had been a whirlwind. First finding Austria and Hungary at the pianist's house and fixing up Holy Rome only for him to wake up as a new nation. See, his empire had fallen but luckily since he was so young he became a new nation, Germany, instead of fading. I took the newly appointed Germany back to our house and raised him. Somehow, I survived 200 years with my secret, sneaking out often to spread my snow. If my friends and family ever wondered where I disappeared to for days on end they stopped asking awhile ago.

And for the first time since I woke up in that stupid lake in Pennsylvania, I was content with my life.

Hi Sorry about the wait, I have it now and I hope you like it. If you noticed that I reloaded the first chapter again, as well second chapter. This is because I decided I wanted to add in the accents I know how to write in since I think it looks cool.

*only some of these are canon names as some of them don't have canon names, if anyone has any names they fit better for the nations with only Fanon names I'm welcome to ideas.