Konichiwa, boku wa Kerushii! Ahem, sorry, couldn't help myself.

So, this would be my first Axis Powers Hetalia fan fiction. Also, please no comments on how "APH is a manga with personified countries, not states, so if you won't even follow that than you shouldn't even write a fan fiction," because that's rather annoying. It's a fan fiction, okay.

But anyway, after reading some brief history on Alaska, I decided to write a fan fiction with Alaska as an OC. I know Russia seems cruel and uncaring, but I'm going with history, okay? And besides, Russia is cruel. And yet, he's still my favorite character. Maybe this shows how truly insane I am? Kolkolkol.

I apologize; it's been a while since I've written.

Cold as Ice

Prologue: Slowly, Gradually

Each day she waited cheerfully, desperately, hopefully, for him to return, for that spark of interest to ignite in his violet eyes that she had grown up with again. And this day, as any other, he wouldn't show.

Each time he came, which was a rarity anymore, she had to fight harder and harder for even a glimmer of that ignition.

He was slowly, gradually, losing interest.

Russia was gradually losing interest in her, and she knew it. And it tore her to mutilated bits, the tattered pieces of her heart aching.

And yet Alaska never lost hope. Not in his interest returning- no, she knew this was long gone, if not, at least, buried in her- but in someone different showing interest, or in him at least showing up. Russia saw this, he knew she knew there was no hope, but didn't care. He still cared for her welfare, but this was hardly enough to keep him visiting her. No, he had something-or rather, someone- else entirely in mind for her safety.

He was growing tired of her.

So today, as every other day, she waited hopefully. As she went about her daily chores, she waited.

And today, as most other days, he wouldn't show. Because he was bored of her.

This left her feeling like a child's toy. Once the child was bored, he would quit playing with the toy, and they toy couldn't do anything to get its owners affection back once it was gone. And yet, the child wouldn't give the toy up until its mother told him to for the millionth time because it was old and ratty. Except in this case, the "mother" was Russia's conscience and the" reason" was he felt someone else should care for her since he couldn't. Not to say he wasn't bored of her, sure, but that wasn't the only reason behind giving her up.

But this "Toy's" heart wanted the "Boy" it remembered back,(even though it knew there was no hope), so they could play together and laugh together like a true child with its toy.

Tonight she would go to sleep with nightmares of abandonment, for the dreams of olden days anew were abandoned as she would soon be. And tonight Russia would worry about whatever trouble his country was in, as it almost always was. She originally thought this was the reason for his absence, but ignorance soon left her as she realized the dwindling population of animals whose fur Russia adored began to grow. Even in times of turmoil the population was still low, even if just slightly.

She missed how they would comfort each other in those weary times. Now no one comforted her, and no one comforted him. But, even though he was being cruel to her, she still worried for his sanity.

But tomorrow, as any other day, she would wait, weary and broken hearted.

And tomorrow, as any other day, he wouldn't be comforted, nor would she, because he wouldn't show.

So, what did you think? Tell me if you were confused any, because I'll be glad to help. Also, I apologize if this was historically inaccurate.

And if the redundancy annoyed you, I apologize, but it was for artistic purposes. Please Review~