Yay, reviews~~! Anywho… I don't own Hetalia. *stares sadly at Russia being attacked by Pan*

….Pan, get off Ivan. He is a lovebly adorable fear-inducing nation. Not a jungle gym.

Pan: DB

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Better Than Me - Hinder

Ivan didn't understand why Lithuania had to leave. He knew that he was unnecessarily cruel to the delicate brunette…but it was his version of love. The whip marks, the scratches from the larger man's fingernails, deflowering the smaller man…all of it was from love.

But one day, Ivan had woken up…to a cold and empty house once again. Running through his frigid house screaming the man's name. In the brunette's room he found a document for independence.

The hulking Russian had realized that Toris was gone. Gone. All the other countries had abandoned Ivan as well. It was so cold and lonely by himself…and no one would come willingly. So…Ivan held them captive…and look where that had left him. With no one and nothing…

Only the blizzard raging outside, the blankets that still smelled like the nation, and the sounds of his tears freezing before they shattered on the ground.

Brighter - Paramore

So this is how it goes. Toris watched through the window as the Russian broke to pieces on the floor with the Lithuanian's documents of independence scrunched in his large hand. Liet had thought that the man would go into a rage and break things, angry that his toy was gone.

But this was unexpected. A large form holding his pillow like it was a sacred object. Burying his face in it. And with a sudden wrench of his heart, Toris realized he couldn't leave the man alone. So he reentered his prison, and embraced the quivering Russian on the floor.

My December – Linkin Park

The Russian was like the frozen water that pelted the house. Toris had come to that conclusion after many days in his prison.

The large man never seemed to show any warmth at all to the younger man, his purple eyes flashing with anger, the punishments.

But soon Toris saw the man's frozen exterior slowly melting. The unusual affection. Waking up with a mug of steaming hot chocolate next to his bed in the morning. No punishments. That was the most startling.

The Russian had mentioned in passing that the brunette was his June in a frozen world of winter. So Toris decided that the Russian was his December.

That's What You Get - Paramore

Ivan had hoped this would never happen. Finding his precious Liet's body entwined with that damned Pole's. The two had sent looks of utter horror at the man. Afraid of the punishment they would receive. But it was all Ivan could do not to break down then and there. He jerked away from the door, and stumbled away, his legs giving out on him many times during the treacherous hike back to his house. Damn that Pole for stealing his precious Liet and breaking his heart.

Perfect – Simple Plan

Alfred sometimes wondered if Arthur really noticed him. They were both in the Allied Powers of course, so they did see each other quite often. But his 'father' never seemed to really see him. Only harping on what the Brit found annoying, especially Alfred's love of hamburgers, and preferring coffee to tea.

"I'm sorry I can't be prefect." He told Arthur one day, and felt a pang when the older man waved it away with a wave of his hand.

"Did you know you used to be my hero?" He continued, and the elder man turned back with a startled glance.

"I try hard to make it, I just want to make you proud." Alfred felt a tear slip down his cheek. "I'm never gonna be good enough for you." And then he left his 'father' behind.

(This is the ultimate UsxUK song. I did not in anyway do the song justice, so I request that you go look up the song, sit back, and listen.)

Ivan watched Toris from afar. He watched him hold hands with that damned Pole, he watched him play with his brothers, and he watched him steer far away whenever he saw the Russian's hulking self.

That was the reason fresh crimson dribbled onto frigidly cold bathroom tiles each night. Whoops…too deep. Russia thought of his precious brunette as his thoughts faded and dots began to steal away his vision. Toris. Toris. Toris. Toris. Toris. TORIS. And Ivan could've sworn that the last thing he saw before collapsing was a horror-struck Lithuania crying out words he could no longer hear.

Crushing, cripplingly cold. That was the only way to describe everything around the Russian, and even him himself. He knew the other countries thought he didn't see the shivers, terrified looks, and glares behind his back. No one bothered to discover the real him. So, he set out to change that.

He gave smiles to everyone and handed out presents and hugs.

"What's wrong, Russia-san?" Ivan stiffened in the process of hugging an enthusiastic country crying for pasta, and turned to see Lithuania staring at him worriedly.

"You're fingering your scarf. That means something's on your mind." And Ivan realized with a shock that there was one person who knew him better than he knew himself.

Behind Your Lies- Linkin Park

Toris watched as Ivan brought a hand to his scarf each time he handed another nation a present. He watched silently as the hulking Russian's body language screamed to the small Lithuanian man that something was bugging him. The Russian only did that when something big was going on. Something very, very big. Such as his change from the Soviet Union back to Russia again. And when he had separated from the man, he realized with a jolt.

He mechanically made his way to the blond and questioned him. The man blinked at him, then his eyes widened. His hand dropped from where it was twisting itself into the creamy fabric, to lay by his side. The man stared unseeingly at him, until his eyebrows lifted, and he stared at the brunette with shock displayed openly on his usually carefully smiling face.

Toris was startled to say the least, when the Russian suddenly collapsed, and pulled the light Lithuanian onto his lap and held him in a suffocating hug. He was squeezed mercilessly as the Russian whimpered and wailed, "Liet! Liet! Liet! TORISTORISTORIS."

The water swirled around Im Young Su's ankles, the liquid pleasantly cool and soothing in the stead of the beating sun. He watched the minnows danced, and the bamboo reeds shifted slightly in the light breeze that tossed the man's hair and curl around.

"Korea, aru?" China asked, unsure that the silent and solemn man standing in the brook was really his usually hyperactive and annoying younger brother. The Korean turned, startled, and the hyperactive mask was back.

"Nii-Nii! It's such a nice day isn't it? There's fishies and wind and warm sun, I invented the sun you know, want to get some kimchee, I know a man that makes delicious kimchee-"

China watched his younger brother ramble, and vowed to discover what he was truly like underneath the mask.

"Gilbert, I'm getting married to Roderich!" The bright and bubbly Hungarian woman exclaimed, dancing excitedly around the shocked Prussian. And shocked was an understatement. The man's brilliantly crimson eyes were wide and staring into nothingness. His body was stiff and rigid.

Hungary was shocked when Gilbert gaped at her with such a betrayed expression she felt her heart clench at the sight.

"Gilbert?" Said man whirled away, and ran as if hounds were at his heels.

"GILBERT!" She shouted, chasing after him. But this was his land after all; land still unfamiliar to her after all the years of their friendship. She eventually caught up to him as he barreled into his house, slamming and locking the door behind him. A high keening wail stopped her in her tracks before she could run up the steps.

A blond haired, blue-eyed boy with a striking resemblance to the Holy Roman Empire glared at her, before sticking his tongue out at her and slamming the door closed once again.

And Elizabetha was left feeling as if she had made the most horrible mistake of her entire life.

DB Sry bout that last part Gilbo. *huggles him*

Pan: Has chu seen Xan~pan?

Me: No Pan, I have no clue where your sister is. Now be a good recently created nation-tan and go show Russia some love.

Pan: Yay~pan! Pan's off now~pan! *toddles off*

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Sorry about that…Pan's only recently created from the depths of my sleep-deprived brain. ^^' ……and if anyone's curious as to what Pan looks like, let me know. C: She's The United lands Of Pancakeia. 333 *is totally dork*