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Table: The Russian Family! - Prompt 001

Yee, first post!
XD This fic-like all the others that follow with the same characters, more or less gave birth-the first time with my Aleck, where it degenerated into everything with the Russian Family - consisting of Alecsiej / Moscow (the sclera of shift), Kassandra / Novgorod (the one that brings peace among everyone with a punch in the face), Sergej / Volgograd (the sadicone nymphomaniac) and Piotrj / Petersburg (the happiness of Russia), with the addition of small Chibi! Ivan and Chibi! Vicchan . This is just the first chapter of the collection on this merry bunch of crazies ~


Title: Memories in the snow.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character / Couple: Oc! Italy Centre (Victoria Vargas), Russia (Ivan Braginskij), Moscow (Alecsiej Petrovich )
Rating: Green
Genre: General, Drama Warnings
: What if ...?, OOC, One-shot
Notes: The story does not happen in a specific historical period; The characters belong to Kitamura-sensei and nations, to their own traditions including u_u except Vicchan, Piotrj and Kassandra, which belongs to my collective imagination, and that belongs to Alecsiej Alecci kufufu ~
This fanfic follows the prompt 001: Top of Big Damn Table.

Memories in the snow

As everything had started, Alecsiej not remembered.
rarely remembered, when the Russian winter had led to his door, the brown-haired little wonder that at that time took care to collect the large silver tray with the rest on Vodka.
remembered that it was particularly cold that night for many centuries before. He was returning home with Ivan on horseback, while the red ball of fire had almost completely disappeared, leaving the green light snow. They saw the threshold of the great castle, surrounded by cloth rags and pieces of ruined that once must have seemed a very simple and elegant dress. Her face was white and pale, her lips blue, and the Russian did not take very little to understand that the stranger was too cold to break through to.
tried to be as fast as possible, lying in a bed and then quickly prepare something hot. He looked weak, the little blue flower, hovering between life and eternal oblivion.
For a moment he had to leave with Ivan her, because she had to get busy in the kitchen.
And after half an hour, he heard his little idiot urlacchiare something, like a frantic jumping and shaking the hand of the little guest, which recovered slightly.
And still miss a smile, closed in the study, as the winter night, many, many years later.

The Founder ~ Vicchan