ccc-madness

A/N: I, in no way, own Hetalia. So... Here you go. A tall teen, with light blonde hair, stands in the middle of a white nothingness. A light breeze flows through the air toward him, making the bottom of his long trench coat ripple like water. All of a sudden a white feather falls out of the sky, he holds out his hand as it softly lands and more begin to fall.    'Feathers? Why are there so many feathers? They are falling everywhere and are covering the ground like a blanket of snow.' He thinks and smiles to himself. 'Snow is so pretty, but too cold. Its warm here though. I like it here.'     All of a sudden a quiet voice says from Every