The American turned his collar up at the wind, briefly cursing the weather of Moscow as he walked out from under the conference center's awning. Who ever had the idea to have the meeting in Russia during winter needed to see a therapist. It was way too cold for the American.

The entire landscape was dark and foreboding as he started to walk through the park that would take him back to his hotel. Looking around the, now dark, streets he thought back to the cold war. All the tension and fear, he wold have destroyed this city without a second thought. Now he could look around and really see. The warm shop windows and twinkling street lights left that left the fridge land with an overtone of affection and warm. Was this how Ivan saw his people? Despite all that had happened to him the larger country sill acted with a sort of childish innocence.

America rolled his eyes, he had been hanging out with Arthur way too much, he was starting to think all philosophically and crap. It was too fucking cold and late for him to thinking deep thoughts.

"Amerika?"

Alfred jumped as the unmistakable accent called him out of his thoughts.

Ahead by the path, leaning against a light, stood the Russian nation as if summoned by his thoughts.

"Hey Russia!" he said trying to act normal, jogging up to the nation.

The Russian just smiled and said nothing, leaving the American floundering in the awkwardness of of the situation. He knew he should say something, but he wasn't sure what. Suddenly a thought struck him.

"Ah, Ivan man. I want to say something. I just need to say sorry for the way I've acted to you in the past. We were good allies at one point, and even if we didn't always agree were were on the same side. I- I'm sorry for my behavior okay?" The American said looking down and blushing. Apologizing was something he rarely did and when he did apologize it was usually too his family. He had no idea if he was doing it right.

A pair of large arms encircled the American, pulling him against the Russian's chest. America just stood there gasping like a fish, his brain attempting to process what was going on. It slowly sunk in how warm the other's embrace was. Completely blocking out the cold around him.

Soon he had thought it through to the point where he was sure that he should probably hug Ivan back. Lifting his arms he placed the gingerly around the other. The Russian lowered his head to the American's shoulder.

His warm breath tickled Al's ear as he whispered.

"Thank you."

AN

Derp durhh. This was a drabble requested by a friend on tumblr, and I was in the mood to write something sweet. I hope you like it! (I can't believe this turned out as long as it did. .)

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