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~Winter Snowstorm~
HetaliaXReader
Part One
~Choose Your Own Ending~

I sighed as another gust of wind blew snowflakes into my face. It was my first day in this new town I am to call home. And this happens.

I had to leave my hometown because my parent had gotten a job transfer here, effective immediately. Leaving it was hard because I knew where all the stores were and my little Cafe shop knew exactly how I liked my {Fav warm drink}. I didn't have many friends, but still a few that I had to leave behind. And it was warmer in my hometown. There was maybe only a few centimeters of snow every year. Here, I was trudging through a foot of fresh snow, and winter break had barely started. Okay, it wasn't just a foot of snow. It was a full on snowstorm. And, of course, I were told to go look around town. (Go visit the town, they said. What could go wrong, they said.)

It's been over three hours since I left my house, and just my luck, I get lost in my new town. Of course, I knew no-one since I arrived after the winter break started and my parent didn't have their blasted phone on. (Not like they would hear it anyway over all the sounds of moving in.) I did find the downtown area after the first hour of wandering, but I was only able to buy a quick bite at the only cafe still open on a Sunday. Now the third hour had passed and I still couldn't find my way to any recognizable road. Not like I could tell any road apart with all the snow everywhere.

Just as I was slowly starting to lose all sense of feeling in my finger through my gloves, I found myself in a park. It was deathly quiet here, the only sound coming from the wind. Due to the mounds of undisturbed snow, it didn't look like many people had passed by here since the snow started falling earlier today. (Just my luck, finding a park with very low traffic.) I found my way to a gazebo that stood a little ways off from the path, (or what I thought was the path) and took shelter in it. At least I was smart enough to wear my winter jacket, gloves, scarf, and warm boots. My ears were freezing though! As I brushed the snow off of my shoulders and tried brushing it out of my hair, I tried remembering how I got to the park and how I got to downtown from my house. Well, the cold must have fried my brain since I couldn't remember most of the turns I made. I took my phone out of my pocket and pulled off my glove to try and call my parent again (for the fiftieth time). I was greeting by the answering machine once again and slid the phone back into my pocket as I fumbled with my glove, trying to get it back on as fast as possible.

"Is it too much to ask for you to turn on your phone?!" I yell out into the snowstorm, but only get answered by another gust of wind blowing more snow into my face again. "Thank you Mother-Freaking-Nature," I mutter as I take the time to brush some snow off of one of the benches before taking a seat. I try warming up my hands a little, but no such luck. At least the snow flurries weren't as heavy as when I first started, and even the wind wasn't my worst nightmare anymore. But, Holy Roman Empire, was it cold! If only someone would pass by, my parent answering their phone (at least turning it on), or even if I even had a warm drink, it would be slightly better.

[A/N: Pick your own ending out of these three drinks. Your choice will lead you to a part two that corresponds that drink to a certain character, though it may take some time before your requested part is out: ]

{Peppermint Tea}
{Hot Chocolate}
{Apple Cider}

Description
~Winter Snowstorm~
HetaliaXReader
Part One
~Choose Your Own Ending~

I sighed as another gust of wind blew snowflakes into my face. It was my first day in this new town I am to call home. And this happens.

I had to leave my hometown because my parent had gotten a job transfer here, effective immediately. Leaving it was hard because I knew where all the stores were and my little Cafe shop knew exactly how I liked my {Fav warm drink}. I didn't have many friends, but still a few that I had to leave behind. And it was warmer in my hometown. There was maybe only a few centimeters of snow every year. Here, I was trudging through a foot of fresh snow, and winter break had barely started. Okay, it wasn't just a foot of snow. It was a full on snowstorm. And, of course, I were told to go look around town. (Go visit the town, they said. What could go wrong, they said.)

It's been over three hours since I left my house, and just my luck, I get lost in my new town. Of course, I knew no-one since I arrived after the winter break started and my parent didn't have their blasted phone on. (Not like they would hear it anyway over all the sounds of moving in.) I did find the downtown area after the first hour of wandering, but I was only able to buy a quick bite at the only cafe still open on a Sunday. Now the third hour had passed and I still couldn't find my way to any recognizable road. Not like I could tell any road apart with all the snow everywhere.

Just as I was slowly starting to lose all sense of feeling in my finger through my gloves, I found myself in a park. It was deathly quiet here, the only sound coming from the wind. Due to the mounds of undisturbed snow, it didn't look like many people had passed by here since the snow started falling earlier today. (Just my luck, finding a park with very low traffic.) I found my way to a gazebo that stood a little ways off from the path, (or what I thought was the path) and took shelter in it. At least I was smart enough to wear my winter jacket, gloves, scarf, and warm boots. My ears were freezing though! As I brushed the snow off of my shoulders and tried brushing it out of my hair, I tried remembering how I got to the park and how I got to downtown from my house. Well, the cold must have fried my brain since I couldn't remember most of the turns I made. I took my phone out of my pocket and pulled off my glove to try and call my parent again (for the fiftieth time). I was greeting by the answering machine once again and slid the phone back into my pocket as I fumbled with my glove, trying to get it back on as fast as possible.

"Is it too much to ask for you to turn on your phone?!" I yell out into the snowstorm, but only get answered by another gust of wind blowing more snow into my face again. "Thank you Mother-Freaking-Nature," I mutter as I take the time to brush some snow off of one of the benches before taking a seat. I try warming up my hands a little, but no such luck. At least the snow flurries weren't as heavy as when I first started, and even the wind wasn't my worst nightmare anymore. But, Holy Roman Empire, was it cold! If only someone would pass by, my parent answering their phone (at least turning it on), or even if I even had a warm drink, it would be slightly better.

[A/N: Pick your own ending out of these three drinks. Your choice will lead you to a part two that corresponds that drink to a certain character, though it may take some time before your requested part is out: ]

{Peppermint Tea}
{Hot Chocolate}
{Apple Cider}