The snow that was covering the Russian land was from the purest white which touched by the sunlight that shyly searched for space between the grey clouds, shining almost as crystals. Maybe some years ago this snow would never be touched and woud be like a white and dense veil for ever. But not now.

-Run, Gilbert! You has always been so slow like that? - The tallest man, a Russian, was walking fast, his scarf waving behind him. Thanks to his height - and why not? - weight, he could move with great mastery in the midst of snow that reached to his waist.

-Fuck you, your Russian bastard! How do you expect me to be quick with this fuck snow tying the way? - The man who complained was a few inches shorter than the Russian, his white hair mingled with the snow, though he wasn't old enough to have that hair color. - Also it's cold!

-I told you to come in the way I am opening. - Russian sighed. - It would be easier.

-HAH! -Gilbert rolled his eyes, stopping along the way and putting his hands on his waist. - And since when the "großartige" here needs your help with something? -"Großartig" was the German word for "awesome. " Earlier Gilbert german words mixed with russian were used only to annoy Ivan but now it just become a habit. Neither Ivan longer cared. On the contrary: he even thought it was adorable. - Now tell me why you brought me here, or can I turn around and go get some warmth in the arms of your adorable older sister?

Ivan laughed. He knew that the albino would not turn around or go do something with his sister, he was too curious for that. Moreover, he trusted the relationship they had built during those nearly twenty-five years.

-You will see soon.

Gilbert grunted something that looked like "I hope this is good or ... " and rubbed his own arms trying to keep the cold away from his body, a gesture that hasn't gone unnoticed by the Russian. Ivan sighed, raised his arm and held tight Gilbert's wrist pulling him across the snow layer, close to him.

-HEY! What the hell are you doing?

Ivan didn't answer. Simply held the hands of Gilbert and put them into the pockets of his coat with his own hands holding the albino's. Done this the Russian returned to walking as if nothing had happened while Gilbert complained and cursed behind him.

After a few more minutes of walking Ivan finally dropped Gilbert's hands. Gilbert immediately craned his neck to see what the Russian wanted to show him so eyebrows furrowed.

-Um ... Awesome. A part of Russia where the snow is less than five centimeters ...Wow, I'm impressed. -His tone showed that he couldn't be more bored - Can we go now?

- Not yet, krolik. Look here. -Ivan bent down and motioned for Gilbert mimic him. The Prussian rolled his eyes but followed him, kneeling next to the Russian who was smoothing the snow near to his feet.

And that piece of frozen earth, tiny flowers of green stems and yellow leaves were trying to bloom.

-Ivan, that's ...

-Sunflowers. - Ivan replied with a smile from ear to ear, holding the hand of the albino at his side. - Do you remember? Remember when a few weeks ago you came here and planted the seeds saying, "This place need a little color?

- Well, I remember ... But this is geographically, NATURALLY , impossible! I never expected...! - His sentence was interrupted when Ivan's lips touched his in a kiss without any malice. Just ... sweet.

- Have you ever noticed that you have the power to make the impossible happen, krolik? You did sunflowers born in a frozen land ... Just like you teach me to truly love someone. -Ivan said in a whisper, leaning his forehead on the front of the boy, whose face now began to blush making the Russian laugh and pull him for another kiss, this time a little more intense.

- Ya tebya lyublyu, moĭ krolik.