This is an early birthday present for my older sister. The title is Lost in Siberia. Sorry if you don't like it sis. Happy Birthday!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

17-year-old Natasha Novikov was lost. She was sent off to Siberia, and now she was lost. The train had broke, so she had decided to try and run. Big, stupid mistake.

Natasha shivered. It was really cold. She looked back and frowned. Since it was snowing, her footsteps were being covered by a new layer of snow. There was no way she could get back now.

Natasha walked around and around, searching some kind of place of warmth. She needed to find somewhere quick before she got frostbite.

About 20 minutes later, a wind had started up, making it even harder for Natasha to see where she was going. "Ow!" Natasha had tripped and probably sprained her ankle. Frustrated, Natasha had just decided to just forget about finding warmth. She was stuck out in Siberia, losing feeling everywhere. Natasha was looking everywhere. But, now it was just useless. She was never going to get anywhere. Natasha closed her eyes, waiting for the cold to finally take her life.

"Privet?"

Natasha didn't respond. It was probably just her mind playing tricks on her. No one would want to find her. Her family didn't even protest when they took her away. Natasha was just then lifted off the ground. Startled, she opened her eyes. A man with white hair and light purple eyes had picked her up. "Are you okay?"

Natasha didn't answer. When he found out why she was out there, would this man leave her to die, or would he save her?

"I won't hurt you." the man promised. Or was it a lie? Natasha couldn't risk it.

Natatsha was slowly warming up because of the man. Finally she decided that if he was going to hurt her, it wouldn't matter. Natasha would die someday anyways. "W-Who are you?"

The man smiled, happy that she was finally responding. "Ivan Braginski. You are lost, da?"

"Da." Natasha now feared that he had figured out that she had been sent to Siberia. Ivan would leave her here. To have to relive the pain of feeling her blood go to her heart to attempt to keep her alive. But, Natasha was ready.

"Why don't you come with me? You'll freeze to death if you stay out here." Ivan said. Natasha was shocked. Was he really helping her? Or was he going to just throw her in the gulag*?

"B-But I was sent to Siberia! If you t-take me, you might be thrown in Siberia too!" Natasha couldn't stop the words from leaving her mouth. She was in for it now.

"It doesn't matter." Ivan said.

"F-Fine. I'll go with you." Natasha said. This was her only chance of survival. Natasha wasn't stupid. She was going to take it.

Ivan took Natasha with him. Natasha was kept warm and never froze again.