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"What do you mean he found a child?"  France asked England who sat at the table.  They all waited with patience for the Russian to get to the meeting room.  Granted they didn't want to see Ivan, they wanted to see who he 'found.'
"Do you know anything about it China?" France glanced over at the brown haired man that was currently chatting with Japan.  
He shook his head, ignoring the two European countries.  
And then the moment came.  Ivan walked in carrying a small bundle in his massive arms.  He took his seat, stilling hold the prized treasure in his hands.  England and France seeing their opportunity; they left their seats walking over to the large man.  
"So who do you have here?"  England asked, smiling down at the covered figure.
"Oui, where did you find 'er,"  France questioned, looking around the room.  
The other countries ears and eyes perked up to see what he was going to say.  The room grew deathly quite.
"(f/n)," he whispered into the little one's ear, "wake up."
The small child stirred in his arms, peeking her head out from her hooded jacket.  She peeped in surprise and nuzzled her face back into the Russian man's arm.  
"She's shy!" Another country giggled.  "That's cute!"
"Where did you find her?"  Someone else asked.
Ivan smiled, surprised to have the others talking to him.  He took a deep breath and started how a few days before he had come upon this girl in the snow.

It was cold.  But then again it was always cold in Russia during the winter.  Ivan didn't care, he enjoyed walking back from the store carrying his groceries in hand.  The icy wind biting at his nose and turning his cheeks bright pink.  There was something eerie and wonderful about walking out in the middle of the night with just the bright glow of the full moon.  When the only sound that could be heard was the snow falling in great piles onto the ground from the trees.  The occasion branch snapping from the weight of the heavy snow.  Like a gun shot in the dark night, you never knew where it was coming from.  
A small dark figure ran from the dark forest and collapsed into the snow.  He walked slowly over, checking what could have possibility dropped in the snow.  'It must be an animal.'  He thought to himself and he shifted his groceries in his arms.  
He towered above the body.  It was far from an animal.  He listened to a heavier set of footsteps come into earshot. Turning and seeing a large man, grunting and trying to catch his breath. Small puffs of cold air hung around him.  "Where are you?  You little brat!  I'll kill you!"  The man shouted in Russian.
Ivan opened his jacket and wrapped it around the shivering child.  He adjusted his groceries and started for home.  
"Hey you!"  The man yelled to Ivan.
Ivan turned and smiled, "da?"
"Did you see a girl run threw here?"  
"Da," Ivan grinned, "she ran that way," he motioned with head, "she was running very fast."  
The man gave no thanks and took off quickly in the opposite direction from Ivan.  
He trudged threw the snow and back to his warm house.  
Sitting the groceries on the table he pulled the small girl out into the warmth of the house.  She was so small and frail looking.  Her cheeks bright red and eyes puffy.  The nightshirt she wore was nothing more then a thin piece of fabric.  He held her under the arms and walked her to the living room, laying her on the couch.  
"Russia sir?"  A timid voice called from the hallway, "are you home?"  
"Da," Ivan smiled, "grab an extra blanket, Latvia."  
The notable sound of feet pounding up the stairs where apparent as his orders where followed.  Without missing a beat he grabbed the phone and called the only person he could think of.
"Hello Ukraine," Ivan smiled into the phone, "will you come over now?" It might have been in the form of a question, but it was more of an order.  "Then I'll see you in bit."

"Russia?"  Ukraine gulped, opening the door.  She was nervous to be called at such a late hour to her brother's house.  
"Da, I am in the den,"  she heard his voice lightly call.  Her jacket clung to her as she made her way into the warm den with a fire burning.  
"What is it brother?"  She asked, looking at the man that sat on the floor in front of the couch.  Something he never did, this made the women even more worried.  As she walked she looked over the back of the couch.  The buxom blond gasped at the sight of the tiny girl wrapped in a blanket, slowly breathing.  
"I found this," Russia sound to victoriously.  
"You found a child?"  Ukraine kneed next to him, moving the blanket and rested her hand the little girl's face.  "How?"  Her mind raced on why her brother would take in a child.  And then on how he found her.  
"In the snow," he stood and sat in the chair across from them, "some man was chasing her.  And I thought that was wrong."  
"Of course you did!"  Ukraine fiercely nodded.  She wasn't about to argue with her brother.    "What is her name?"
"I don't know," he pondered, "wake her and ask her."
Ukraine nodded and gently patted the girl's shoulder, "wake up, dear."
Two (e/c) eyes shot open and she looked around.  She backed into the corner of the couch and began to sob, "don't hurt me!"  She shirked.  
"We aren't going to hurt you," Ukraine gave a friendly smile to her, "you may call me Katyusha.  What is your name?"
"(f/n)," she whispered, "what happened to the bad man?"  She glanced at Ivan and let out a small squeak, wrapping her arms around Katyusha's neck.  
"Did that man try to hurt you?"  She asked, prying the little arms from her neck.  Then gripping her hands to comfort her.  
"Yes," she sniffed, "he took me from the orphanage this morning.  Please don't make me go back to either!"  She pleaded with both the people in front of her.
"How old are you?"  Ivan finally asked.  
"Five," she pulled her hands from Katyusha's and hopped off the couch and walked up to tall man that sat comfortably in his chair.  "Did you save me?"  She held such surprise to eyes and excitement to her voice.  "You must be a prince then!"  She seemed so happy.  "They read us a book about a prince that saved a princess!"
"I am not a prince," Ivan chuckled and patted her head, "I am just Ivan."

"And that's how it happened?"  England asked, in a bit of shock.  
"Da," he pulled her away and sat her on the end of the table.  "Isn't that right (f/n)?"  
"Yup," she looked around the room at all the eyes on her, "who are all these people?"  She whispered to Ivan.  
He laughed, patting her head and smiled, "the ones I told you about."
"Oh!"  She gave a wicked smile to the two nations in front of her.
England and France looked at each other and grimaced.
"You do know how hard it is going to be to raise a child?"  England asked.

       He was about to find out....
Request for :iconask-hetalia-mexico:

I'll be adding a few more parts to this enjoy!!!

and as always, I don't own hetalia & sorry for spelling & grammar

leave some feedback if you don't mind readers...

[link] to part 2
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Hetaliafangirl756 Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2016  New Deviant Student Photographer
*Pats ivans shoulder*call mother russia you'll need it
FionaLina Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2015
*looks to Ivan* good luck
CrazyTail26 Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2014
Wow. This story is so kwaii. I think you did a great job and you made Russia seem so sweet as well.
I love this story. XD 
VioletValentine870 Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
"Oh!"  She gave a wicked smile to the two nations in front of her.

It appears Russia taught the girl some... 'tricks'...
KuroBaraHime357 Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014
"I am not a prince," Ivan chuckled and patted her head, "I am just Ivan."

best line ever!!!!
BENcookiemonster1786 Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
He was about to find out...
wow it's gonna take ALOT to raise me XD
Ivan:little one,calm down(in mind:damn,how much candy did Ukraine give her!!??)
me:*hyper as hell*,Ivan,
iBiankah Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2012
ask-hetalia-mexico Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012
((this is really well written and cute! Thank you!))
GizmoJax Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Not a problem! Sorry I forgot to post a link...I've had my head in the clouds as of late. And I loved the idea so much I had to make it into a series...thank you for requesting it too!
FlyingPastaKitty Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
TheAwesomeOne888 Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
OMG you should totally make more, it's really adorable
HisokaIshi Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This story, I like it! :icondancingrussiaplz:
GizmoJax Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
oEnvy Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2012  Student General Artist
This is so well written, and the story is great, i was completely taken in! :D

I really can't wait for future parts!!
GizmoJax Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you and I can't wait to finish writing it.
oEnvy Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012  Student General Artist
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