A/N: I feel bad. I need to update "Cracked" and yet I'm writing this drabble-dialogue thingy. Grr…

Anyway, it's about 2P! Liechtenstein and 1P! Russia as a couple. Inspiration came from a fanfiction I was reading about normal RussLiech and had a line about snow in there. And some part of my mind said, "Let's make this more twisted~!" So I did.

DANG IT!

Reviewing would be nice~.

Disclaimer: NYET!

"Russia~"

"Да?"

"Look at the snow."

"The snow?"

"Ja, der Schnee."

"The снег is cold and plain as usual, возлюбленная. I don't need to look at it."

"Russia~"

"Да?"

"What color is the snow?"

"The snow?"

"Ja, the снег."

"White."

"Do you like that color?"

"What do you think Лихтенштейн?"

"…"

"Russland~"

"Да?"

"What do you think of North Italy?"

"North Italy?"

"Yes, North Italy."

"I think he is weak, darling."

"Russia~"

"Да?"

"Come outside with me, liebe."

"Why?"

"I want to show you something."

"What do you want to show me?"

"The snow."

"But I've –"

"Come on!"

"Россия~"

"W-Wh-What…?"

"Ich liebe dich."

"…"

"Russland, warum sind Sie nicht mir zu antworten?"

"Снег ... красное…"

"Is that the only thing that you are going to say back to me?"

"…"

"Fine then. But I did this for you."

"Ик!"

~OMAKE~

"Russia~"

"…"

"You look a little bit cold and blue, did something happen?"

"…"

"Anyway, China and Ukraine are looking for you, same as America and Belarus. They wonder where you are, but I don't tell them. Es ist unser kleines Geheimnis, ja?"

"…"

"It's been two months now since I told you I loved you. Germany and Prussia are still mourning, along with Romano. But that's normal so I don't worry too much."

"…"

"It's a shame that you won't talk to me, let alone tell me that you love me. After all I did just to make you happy and amused! Yet when you saw it, all you could do was stare and say two words: 'Snow' and 'Red'. Not 'Love' and 'You'!"

"…"

"No matter, I've found a new partner now. His name's England – you've heard of him, ja? He's a fine gentleman even though his cooking is bland."

"…"

"Are you jealous? Well we all make mistakes and mistakes have consequences. So this consequence is perfectly fitting for your slip of mouth – or should I say lack of. You brought this on yourself, Russland."

"…"

"I think I hear someone coming, I'd better go. Tschüs, Россия!"

-Door closes-