RussiaxItaly chap.1/Update

                          Behind closed doors' and open windows'.
                         Pairing: RussiaxItaly and GermanyxItaly
                                 By: Mariah Sky Steadman

Authors note: Russia has always' hated the winter ever since he was a child… When a young, happy and warm stranger came to him and helped him threw it. Now he is older and wishes to steal the man called "Italy" who helped him in his time of need from the one called "Germany". And he doesn't mind taking out the people who get in his way… Or even lying and killing to do it….

                           Chapter1: Little Russia meets' Italy.
The cold air blew across its' captives' town, blanking it in a soft cover of snow… The snow had frozen the warm waters', and left the crops in the fields' to wither and die much to the horror of the farmers' who worked so hard to grow them. In the town was a little boy named Russia… He was a poor orphaned child, who barely survived on what his country had to offer. He wore old clothes' that his mother gave to him before she died of illness', and since then no one would take him in. He was all alone as he wandered threw the streets' looking for shelter…
Little Russia: *Shivering from the cold night air walking his bare feet cold and hurting* I-I-Its' so cold da… S-So very cold da…

He would continue to walk until he saw other homeless people sharing a fire they had made from the mistrials they had found in the dumps'. Little Russia slowly walked to the fire in hope of warmth.

Little Russia: *He walked forward seeing the burning flames' in the barrels' that these homeless men had made as he went over and placed his hands' near it. They heat was so very warm* Ahh… Its' so warm da…

He placed is hands on the barrel, but it didn't hurt him. Maybe it was because he was mostly frozen already. He was unsure. All he knew was that he didn't want to leave this warmth, but as always' the Russia culture and society were cold and cruel. The men would look at him and began yelling at him. Russia looked up and cringed.

Russia man: Вы там! Что вы делаете?
(You their! What are you doing?!)

Little Russia: *He looks' at the man before specking* Это "так ... Холодная здесь ... Пожалуйста ... я не могу остаться здесь и согреться ... Пожалуйста ...? Ее холодно здесь ...
(It's' so... Cold out here da...Please ...Can't i stay here and get warm da... Please...? Its cold out here da…)

Russia man: Нет! Убирайся отсюда ты, маленький бездомный Барт!
(No! Get out of here you little homeless brat!)


With that the man struck Russia causing him to whimper and flee the men afraid for his life. This was natural in Russia's home. People weren't not warm and caring as the sunshine. They were cold and bitter. Just like he was… Just like the snow...  Russia shivered as jack frost nipped at his body, chilling it to the bone. He hated it. He hated the cold. He hated this stupid country. He hated this stupid god forsaken town. He hated the lack of clothes, food, shelter and worse of all… He hated himself… He was so weak… So weak that he couldn't find some way to keep himself alive… So weak that he didn't stay and fight for himself when that man stuck him… So weak… That he was going to die here on the pavement… Cold, hungry and alone… Russia had finally collapsed to the ground. He was tried… His body was failing all around him… All he wanted to do now was just die… Russia breath became slow and almost none-existent as the wind blew…. Suddenly as he closed his eyes' he heard something… Someone…

???: Hey! Are you ok?! Can you get up?! Are you alive?! Please, speak!

Came the voice of a worried child younger then he was, he presumed. Russia opened his eyes softly to look up at a little boy with brown hair wearing some wired maid dress. Russia tilted his head a little looking at him.

Little Russia: …..?
???: Oh good, you are alive! But your in such bad shape! Who would leave you out like this?! Its' so inhuman! Hold on right here! I'll get Germany and he will help me carry you back home!

With that Russia saw the little boy ran off to fetch this other called "Germany". Russia was so confused thought at something… A moment ago… His body had been so cold, but when the boy had shown up it had felt… Warmer… Why was that…? Did that boy aura create a warm feeling around him that it warmed him? He would soon get his answer as the boy came back with a boy around his same age.

???: Germany hurry! He is in such bad shape! He's barely breathing! *Tugs' on Germany's robe*

Germany: Alright, alright I am coming! Please clam, down! *He kisses' the boy's forehead before fallowing him to Russia who just laying their.*

???: See! I told you! We should get him back home and treat him!

Germany: Oh, it Russia! Damn, what happened you? You look terrible!

Russia recognized Germany right away. His blond hair and blue eyes' were unmistakable. Russia tried to speck, but no words came out of his mouth at first. When a word did come the only word both heard was this.

Little Russia: H-... Помощь ...
(H-… Help…)

Neither boy said a word, as they both helped him to his feet. Germany grabbed Russia's arms' while the other little boy had his legs' and started taking him somewhere. Russia tried to stay awake, but couldn't as he fell into a deep sleep. As Russia lay asleep he felt… Warm… Safe… And… Loved…? He never felt those things' home…  Russia opened his eyes' and sprung up from where he was and looked at the first thing that was next to him. Beside him was the little boy who seemed startled by his quickness to be up that fast. But neither less, the little boy smiled at him.

???: Ah, your awake Russia! I'm glad! I was so worried about you!

The little boy replied smiling. Russia stared at him taking in small thing he hadn't seen earlier. The fact that this kid was foreign like Germany, he had some kind of curl in his hair and when he opened his eyes he could seem pretty brown colored eyes'… Other then that everything else was the same. But Russia felt the warm coming to him when this boy smiled… He was… Warm… Inviting and… How should he say it…? Innocent…? Russia had never felt such things' like that off anyone before… Russia stared at him for a long time before the little boy spoke.

???: A-Are you ok Russia? I didn't say anything to offend you did I?

The little boy asked as he stared at Russia purple eyes'. Russia then made himself to answer this wonderful angel.

Little Russia: No, I am fine da… I am just… I am just surprised to be alive da…

Russia said looking at him. The boy smile disappeared. He looked… Sad.

???: I am so sorry Russia… But look at it this way! You are alive! And I am so glad you are! You seem like such a wonderful person!

The boy said making Russia's heart pound. He didn't know why, but… He liked this feeling… This pounding in his heart when this boy spoke to him and told him these things'… The way this boy was smiling at him… Him… Russia let a smile cross his lips…

Little Russia: Thanks' da… You are to kind da…

The little boy smiled as he hoped out of the stool retrieving a plate of pasta. He then walked over and got onto the stool aging and handed Russia the plate.

???: Here! You look absolutely hungry! So I made you the best meal in the world! Pasta!

The little boy said with a smile. Russia mouth drooled as the aroma washed over him. But, he didn't want to be rude by harking the food down, so like a gentlemen he softly began to eat it. It was so good and delicious that the more Russia ate the more he wanted. Maybe that was because he hadn't eaten like this in so long. When Russia finished he looked at the boy.

Little Russia: Its' good da! You make such good food da! Are you sure your not an angel da?

Russia didn't mean to blurt out that last part, but it slipped out. However the brown haired boy didn't seem to catch the meaning of Russia's words' and he blushed and smiled.

???: Awww, thank you, but I am no angle! I am just little old me…

Little Russia: Ahh, I see da… Then can I ask you something da?

???: Sure! What is it Russia?

The boy asked as Russia leaned forward looking at the little boy.

Little Russia: Would it be ok if I asked for more da? I haven't eaten such good food and for so long that I am beyond hungry da… I am famished da!

The little boy seemed to gleam at this. The Russia heart started pounding aging as the little boy seemed to smile brighter at him. He was really likening this kid.

???: Of course you can! It will be awhile, but I will make you the best pasta you have ever eaten!

The boy said as he began walking away. Russia stopped he before he left thought.

Little Russia: Wait da!

???: Hmmm? Something wrong Russia?

Little Russia: Yes da! Please, tell me your name da!

The boy smiled at him.

???: My name is Italy!

With that Italy ran out the room leavening the smiling Russian to himself.

Little Russia: Italy huh da… I like the sound of that da!


As time went by Russia and Italy became closer and closer. The other's who were letting Russia stay allowed him to because they felt bad that he was an orphaned child living his own and he could stay as much as he liked. Russia didn't mind that all as long as he got to be near Italy side. Italy didn't know it yet, but Russia had considered him a friend the day he saved him. His hero. And so Russia continued to protect Italy much like Germany did when he was picked on. However as months' went by Russia saw Italy more then a friend anymore… He was in love with him. He wanted to make Italy his. And his alone. Russia saw a bunch of sun flowers in the garden Italy and him had made together. Russia smiled as he picked the biggest one and began walking.

Little Russia: I hope Italy likes it da… We did grow this together da… Italy… Soon as I tell you da… You and I will be one with Russia da….

Russia was so existed that soon he and Italy would be one. They would become one with Russia. Russia heard talking and smiled. That would be Italy. Russia was so eager to see Italy that he didn't bother to listen to the other voice.

Little Russia: Hey Italy I-!

Russia stopped dead in his tracks when he came around the corner. Their he saw Germany and Italy… Kissing? No… It couldn't be… That was going threw Russia's mind over and over agine faster and faster… His Italy… Was kissing Germany…? No… Germany was kissing HIS Italy… Russia felt his heart grow cold and dark as he narrowed his eyes' at Germany. Germany waved good-bye to Italy promising he would return for him as he left. Italy whipped the tears' from his eyes' smiling as he said he wait for him. Russia forced a smile onto his face and hide the flower behind his back as Italy turned and ran to him.

Italy: Hey Russia! How are you today?

Italy asked Russia a huge smile on his face. Russia kept the forced smile on his face not letting Italy see the anger and hatred toward Germany he was feeling right now…

Little Russia: Oh, I am fine Italy da. But how are you da? And what was that you were doing with Germany da?

Russia asked Italy who blushed in response to it.

Italy: Oh, you saw that huh? W-well germany told me he loved me! And wants' to be with me! Isn't that wonderful Russia?!

Russia did his best not to let the flower behind him snap in half and he nodded.

Little Russia: Oh, yes that's wonderful Italy da!

Italy looked up at Russia smileing that same warm smile he loved so much.

Italy: Great! Russia is Italy best friend! And Italy wanted to make sure Russia was ok with it too!

At the words' best friend Russia almost lost it. He didn't see Italy the same way he did. It made him almost want to push the boy down and make him regret ever calling him a "Friend". But Russia kept his composer as Italy was called by Austria.

Italy: Seem's like Austria needs' me. I will see you later Russia!

Italy said waving good bye to Russia who waved back with a smile in return as Italy disappeared. However the moment he did Russia eyes' became dark and he snapped the sun flower in half as it fell to the ground. It landed softly on the ground, since the hand that held it had cut its life completely short. Russia made a hate and yet terrifying growl under his breath as he looked at the ground.

Little Russia: Friends' da? Oh, no Italy that's not how this will work out da… You are so wrong my dearest Italy da… I will make you mine da… Even if I have to get rid of some people to do it, you will be MINE in the end da! But I can take my time da… I can wait and form my plans' da… Germany… You will rule the day you dared to take something from me da…! One way or another I promise myself and the world Germany da! That Italy will become one with RUSSIA DA!!!

Russia had made his vow as the petal on the sun flower, almost as if crying, dropped a petal to the ground softly. Russia walked off and started making his plans' on making Italy his… It would take time, but that was ok with Russia… The time to plan to get revenge and to away with murder… Was just as sweet as making their… No… HIS Italy his…

                                    To be continuied...