Hi everyone! I finally had the time to write and edit a new story for you all! This one is going to focus on Russia/Lithuania. Part of the story will take place in episode 89, so...it will contain some spoilers for that episode...

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the story!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia...if I did, there would be so much yaoi...

Meeting on a Snowy Evening

It was a chilly, winter day as Toris walked along a bridge with his dog, Aras. The Lithuanian nation had decided to take a walk, bringing the canine with him for protection.

Aras ran left and right, sniffing around the wintry wonderland. A few times, the tiny canine even dug a small hole, trying to find something in the thick blanket of snow. Lithuania only laughed and followed his furry friend. It had been snowing for the past five days now, covering the land with a white frost.

Toris's thoughts began to drift toward other countries in the south, who were rumored to have sunny days and flowers all year long. He wished he could go to one of these countries, or at least not have so much snow.

A loud barking snapped Toris out of his thoughts. Looking up at Aras, Toris saw that the canine was barking at a small boy at the distance. Toris slowly walked up to his dog, trying to shush him.

"Shh! Aras, that's rude!" Toris tried to shush his dog, unsuccessfully.

The small boy looked at Toris for a few moments before speaking.

"H-hello." he stammered.

The boy's voice seemed to make Aras angrier as the small canine started to bark louder. However, Toris looked up and answered the boy.

"Um..hello there. Is something wrong? You'll freeze if you keep standing there like that."

"That puppy of yours is cute!" the boy said, completely avoiding the question.

"Oh!" Toris exclaimed, noticing his dog was still barking at the boy. "I'm sorry, he's usually such a good dog." he quickly apoligized, crouching down to the canine's level and shushing him. Aras began to whimper as his owner talked to the mysterious stranger.

"Excuse me, but are you a country just like me?" Toris then asked, examining the boy. Toris saw had tattered clothing, along with a nest of silvery hair mostly covered by a hat. Violet eyes stared at Toris as a scarf blew in the wind.

"Yes, I am. Right now I'm under Tartar's Rule, so it's really hard to get by everyday. But I know that someday I'll be a strong country." the boy answered, slightly unnerving Toris.

"I- I see." Toris lamely replied. He honestly didn't know what to say. He had heard awful things about the Tartars, like how they oppressed their conquered peoples. The young nation suddenly felt sorry for the boy in front of him.

"And when I become stronger, you'll be my friend!" the scarfed boy continued, smiling.

'He wants a friend?' Toris thought. "Well, if you want we can be friends n-"

Toris was interrupted by the other nation.

"NO! I still lack power...I won't be able to protect my friends if I'm weak. So, I'll work harder now so I can strengthen my country." the mysterious boy interrupted, focusing on his hands. "I don't want my friends to get hurt."

"Oh...alright, if that's what you want." Toris stammered. The other boy only smiled, turning to leave.

"When I'm stronger, we'll meet again and then we'll be friends. Until then, good bye!" the strange boy called over his shoulder as he sprinted away.

Toris gave an awkward wave as he watched the other nation disappear into the white abyss.

'Who on earth was he?' Toris thought, staring after the boy. Aras whimpered, trying to get his master's attention. After a few moments, Toris snapped out of his trance and acknowledged his companion.

"Come on, Aras. Let's go home." he said, petting his dog once before walking back the way he came. The small canine glanced back before following the Lithuanian nation.

Years later, Toris sat by a window, gazing outside. It was snowing again, just like the day he had met that scarfed nation, a cold country by the name of Ivan, or Russia, as most people called him.

Russia had kept his promise, in some kind of twisted way. He had successfully conquered Lithuania and now made him work in his household as a servant. Toris was joined by the other two Baltic nations, Estonia and Latvia. However, Toris was forced to spend the most time with Russia since he was his favorite.

Toris didn't know if being Ivan's favorite was a blessing or a curse.

On some days, Russia would bring Lithuania sunflowers and talk to him about his dream to live in a warm place. On other days, he would beat Toris, leaving scars all over his body. It was like Russia was two separate people.

Hell, the two different personalities made his feelings harder to read.

It was no secret that Lithuania had fallen for Russia, practically everyone knew about it. Of course, they all reacted to it differently. Estonia and Latvia told him to stay away from Russia, as did America, who called Ivan a 'commie bastard'. Belarus threatened to kill Toris, while Ukraine seemed...happy? Poland thought he should match make the two and told Toris to wear a dress in order to attract Russia's attention.

The only person who didn't seem to know about Lithuania's crush was Russia himself. This thought always hurt Toris. As much as he wanted to tell Ivan his feelings, he couldn't. He feared rejection, or worse, more beatings.

He sighed. Why couldn't it be easier to confess to someone? Better yet, why couldn't Russia be the sweet like he was all of those years ago?

Sure, he was still a little creepy, but he was sweet. He wanted to protect his friends, not hurt them. But he was under Tartar's rule...maybe he had already snapped back then.

A knock snapped Toris out of his thoughts. Blinking, he looked toward his bedroom door for a few moments before going to answer it.

Toris opened the door, seeing no one behind it. He only saw a bouquet of sunflowers on the floor. Picking the bouquet up, Toris examined the gift. It didn't have a tag on it, so Toris couldn't tell who had sent it. He did have his suspicions, but there was no sure way to tell if he was right. He sighed and entered his room once again, oblivious to the pair of violet eyes watching him from around the corner.

...This was supposed to be childhood fluff...but then it turned into some kind of demented, creepy fluff and it went to angst and it just went from there...God, my stories take a life of their own.

I feel as though this needs another chapter, but I'm not sure. What do you all think?

Anyway, reviews are always loved and appreciated! May you all have a wonderful day!