Disclaimer: I don't Hetalia, just a computer, and some tic-tacs.

I apologize in advance for any grammar errors and faux pas. Like Hannah Montana said, "Everyone makes mistakes, everyone gets that way. Everybody knows, knows, what I'm talking 'bout. Everyone gets that way." Ahh, words of wisdom. XDDD

Also, I know this is late, people are probably like, 'wtf Alex? It's MARCH. STOP WITH THE SNOW.' But I'm kind of proud of this short, short, short, oneshot.

So just don't judge me. TT__TT

"I hate snow." Gupta grumbled, pulling a blanket around his tan shoulders.

"Ah lighten up, when was the last time you saw snow anyways?" The Turk grinned, enjoying his salgam.

"Not long enough ago."

"Most countries would be thrilled to see snow, like Saudi Arabia."

"Please Sadiq, he's seen snow plenty of times, and the last time he did he tried to bomb it." Sadiq gave a chuckle and shrugged.

The World Conference had been held in Washington, D.C, and along with the many countries a fierce snow storm accompanied them.

"You know, I've heard something very interesting about being snowed in." Sadiq grinned as he scooted closer to the Egyptian.

"That it's the worst thing to happen since-."

"That it's supposed to be romantic."

"What!?" Gupta, wide eyed, flailed as the Turk mashed his lips against the smaller nation's lips.

Sadiq tossed his mask off, causing the smaller nation to open his golden eyes, and soak in Sadiq's flawless skin and pure, god-like bone structure. Egypt could now scratch off 'kiss a sex-god soberly' on his '1001 things to do before I take over the world' list.

After a few moment of pure bliss, Egypt finally realized what he was doing. Kissing the Turk bastard. The bastard who made fun of his pots, and pyramids. The one who got him so wasted, he drunkenly confessed that he had a crush on Greece for a century. The bastard who gave him butterflies every time he'd smile or throw his arm around the Egyptian's shoulders.

Opening his brown eyes, Sadiq was met by two very angry honey colored eyes. Sadiq jumped backed with a grin as Gupta pulled on the Turk's hair curl roughly. He couldn't help but grin, the Egyptian really had gotten better at kissing since the last time he forced a kiss.

"Well," Sadiq said. "That was nice."

Gupta scoffed, his cheeks flushed.

Sadiq grabbed his mask, causing Gupta to lurch forward. "Leave it off!" He whispered abruptly, causing the Turk to stare at him curiously.

"What was that?"

"What, uh, nothing?" Gupta gasped as Sadiq cornered him into a corner of the hotel room.

"Oh I get it, you like what you see?" His brown eyes glinted with mischief.

"Sh-sh-shut up!" Gupta attempted to push him away, failing to do so.

"Don't even deny it Gupta, there's no running away now."

"I really hate the snow."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that."

A/N: I'm a little confused as how this was formed and written down in my Spanish notes for school. I must've been in the winter-y spirit and added a dash of Egypt and Turkey into the mix.

And second of all, why the hell did I make Egypt so freaking uke? I think it is Turkey's chin stubble. I just see facial hair and I'm all 'HE'S SEME. OH MAN. LOOK AT THE MANLYNESS. IT'S UNTAMABLE.' D: I need psychiatric help.

And third of all, is Egypt smaller than Turkey? I don't know, but if I make a character uke they suddenly become short? I mean what the hell?

Apparently salgam is a Turkish drink usually drunk during the winter.

And in Cairo it snowed on February 25, or that's what the interwebz said to me.