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This drabble is of Regicideshipping (Vector x Nasch). The prompt is "Winter."

It was a really cold winter.

There, amongst the snow, which was built up about a foot or so, were hundreds of thousands of dead bodies strewn across the land. The sun wasn't shining; the sky was blanketed in thick clouds, and it was beyond cold, freezing, to be exact. Nasch stood on a hill overlooking the battlefield, sighing to himself.

How could he let this beautiful land become a frozen graveyard for his people? It made his heart sick and his stomach turn in guilt.

"I'm sorry," he said to no one, hands clenching into fists. "I'm so sorry, everyone..."

"What, for being a terrible king? Damn right, you better be sorry."

Nasch gritted his teeth and spun around, watching as Vector approached him with a twisted smile on his face. "Don't you dare try and tell me who's the terrible king here."

Vector chuckled. "And why not? It was your fault you led these people into war with your absence."

"You're the one who killed all these people!"

"They killed themselves, and they counted on you to lead them to victory. But instead, you led them to their ruin." Vector walked past Nasch and admired the view. "My people knew from the start that I wasn't one who cared much for peace or their safety."

Nasch barely found the energy to suppress a growl in his throat. "You bastard. All of this is a game to you."

Vector looked at him and smirked before gazing back onto the field. "Glad you finally caught on, Your Majesty."

The king let a soft sigh escape his lips, and he was just about to turn and leave, until something cold stung his cheek. He paused and looked up, and noticed snowflakes falling from the sky. He grabbed the sides of his cape and wrapped it tighter around himself, already beginning to shiver from the cold.

"Aw, can King Naschie not stand a little snow?" The prince teased, teetering on his heels and humming to himself.

Nasch tossed him a dirty glare. "Shut up." His eyes trailed down Vector's body and to his arms, noticing there were goosebumps along his skin. Something in the back of his mind urged him to speak, and he didn't react fast enough to stop himself from doing so. "Hey, are you cold?"

Vector stopped moving, obviously taken aback by the question. He tilted his head to look at the king without having to turn his body around, mouth slightly agape. "What?"

"You look cold. And your attire doesn't seem to be helping you all that much either."

Vector stared at him in silence, then faced forward again, biting how lower lip. "Why do you care?"

Nasch shrugged. "Just asking a simple question. It's snowing, and we shouldn't stay out here for long. We'll get sick."

The prince felt a small smile tug on his lips, and he shook his head, pivoting on his heels and walking in Nasch's direction. "It doesn't matter, for me, at least."

Nasch arched an eyebrow. "And why do you say that?"

"I have my reasons." He trudged past the king, head lowered a bit so the other could see his grin but not his eyes. "Our war isn't over yet, Nasch. We'll see each other again."

Nasch's slightly narrowed eyes followed the boy. "I won't be looking forward to it."

Vector let out an amused laugh, waving him off. "You know I will, Naschie." He lowered his hand to his side, slowly descending the hill.

Nasch let his cape fall, eyes glued to the floor. Why was he feeling sympathy for Vector? He was a cruel and bloodthirsty murderer who slaughtered people for amusement, regardless of who their ruler was. He was a heartless being, and Nasch hated him with every fiber of his being.

And yet, seeing him shiver made him think twice- reminded him he was still a human. A twisted one, yes, but a human nonetheless. His hesitance to answer Nasch when he asked if he was cold made him even more confused, curious, almost. How would Vector be if he wasn't so set on offing his entire kingdom? Had they met under different circumstances, would they have been friends?

He sighed again, trembling a bit from the cold. "Hey, Vector," he called out to him, waiting until the prince stopped walking to continue, "take care of yourself, alright? Don't get yourself killed before we meet again."

Vector remained still for a good long moment before laughing in bemusement. "If I didn't know any better, Nasch, I'd think you were actually concerned about me."

"Perceive it however you like," Nasch stated flatly, following his footsteps down the snow-covered hill. "I just don't want to hear about a cruel wicked king such as yourself succumbing to a cold."

Vector chuckled again, this time out of amusement. "As if that could ever happen."

"It could," the king stood beside him, looking up at the sky. "This winter seems rather harsh this year."

"Hah. I've seen worse."