In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME
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Okay, let's make history and be more epic than these people, shall we?
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This is the part Russia hates-fears-loathes, when the spirit forces him to undo his coat with frostbitten fingers, shedding his clothing in layers. The moment his barriers are all gone he realizes just how much he depends on them, and the cold cuts through him and forces him to cry out. He is helpless, just as he was as a child, just as he has been every solstice. Winter is his protection, his shield, and so when winter turns against him he has
nothing.
Just Ivan.
And Ivan alone is something Russia hates to face.
There is no preparation for the spirit's entrance, and the cold and pain shoot through him in a wave, drawing another cry from his lips. He's freezing, freezing from the inside and the outside and everywhere, and every thrust makes it worse, worsens the cold and the pain and everything. His tears are freezing on his cheeks and the blood on his hand has hardened into drops and there is nothing nothing but Ivan and the cold and the cold in Ivan and the cold is Ivan and there is nothing he can do to stop it ever ever
Because he needs it
Because he wants it
Because it is the only way he can ever be safe.
Finally after minutes or hours or days or eternities there's a final wave of cold and Russia finds himself face-first on the snow. There's a chuckle somewhere behind him, cold and hollow, and Russia recognizes it as half the spirit's and half his own.
"The pact is sealed again," the spirit says quietly, calmly. "And you are protected for another year."
And while it is still cold it is not the same cold, not that primal cold laced with death and stasis and pain.
That cold is all inside now.
And Russia stands slowly and dresses himself and smiles to nothing, to nobody, to the air and the trees, but the smile is empty and flat and his eyes are ice cold.
He's safe now.
He'll always be safe.
And everything's okay again.
He starts off for home again, eager to make certain that the others can share in his safety.
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And I love how you've portrayed the whole thing.
Great fic. Xx
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