A/N: *sigh* what is with me and liking pairings that are unpopular? Sad…so sad… Well anyway, I now have to write a fic about these two. They need more love! This is gonna be a bit different than the other fics I've read involving these two. (Yay for fluff!) But nevertheless, please review.

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Russia awoke at an ungodly hour with his feet freezing. Not a little cold, but absolutely freezing. He sighed and pulled his legs up to his chest. He hated the cold. His gaze traveled to the other side of the room to a closet where he knew there was another blanket and he would have gone to go get it but, in some moment of insanity, he had put in hardwood floors in his bedroom and he was not going to put his poor naked feet on the freezing cold floor to get it. So instead, he stayed in bed for hours until it was a reasonable hour and he could get ready to go a meeting with the other Allies.

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The meeting went by normally; America talking way too loud, England getting mad at France for any reason he could find, China munching on snacks that he had brought, and old what's-his-name in the corner with his bear. He drifted through it all, barely awake until the meeting finally ended and the Allies filed out. Russia yawned, and went to leave the building when he was suddenly hit with a strange thought. He looked behind him to see if any of the Allies were still in the building. The only person left was France, who had stopped to admire himself in a hanging mirror.

"France," Russia said, making the other man jump. "I have a question. Do you have a moment?" France turned to Russia and looked reluctant.

"…Oui, I guess," he responded slowly.

"What do you do when it gets cold at your place?"

"Huh?"

"Like at night, when you're feet are really cold and you can't sleep."

France looked thoughtful, and then a mischievous glimmer entered his eyes.

"Well Russia, when it gets cold at my place, I find someone to warm me up," he said suggestively. Russia thought for a moment.

"So I just need someone to sleep in bed with me, da?"

"Uh…something like that," France said, a little surprised at Russia's innocence.

"So how do I do that?" Russia asked. France stroked his beard.

"Well, you could give them gifts, do nice things for them, write them beautiful poetry proclaiming your feelings. Stuff like that."

"Oh, okay," Russia said turning away. "That sounds easy."

GAH! I AM A FIEND! A LIAR! *sobs* I said I was gonna just do a one-shot, but the more I wrote on this the more it feels like it should have chapters. T_T Don't mind the sounds of my pain, just please leave a review.

Oh and on a note not regarding my treacherous life, I thought that this pairing needed a little fluff. And as I've spent the last week vomiting fluff, I thought I might as well write one. Hope you enjoyed.