IDoNotNeedAName

I don't own Hetalia. It had been a long time since their last meeting. Everything had changed. The world. He. He didn't even know how to speak to him anymore. Their first encounter had been dipped in awkward silence; just like the next ones. He didn't know how to answer the blond's questions and he had none to ask himself. To him, everything was obvious. Everything was over; the past bore no importance. Ivan could no longer harm him; nor could the feminine nation. But Feliks wanted his answers. And on a December day, when deep snow had covered the roads and the nights were too chilly for his old car to start, Feliks offered him a sleep-ov