The Lithuanian slept peacefully in his room, the warm blanket covering only from the waist down. Light white scars shone in the moonlight, healed, but ever present. The house stayed still long into the cold winter night... Until suddenly, movement broke the stillness. A large man clothed in warm pyjamas dragged himself out of bed.
Toris was his favourite of the Baltics. And that night, he felt feverish and could not sleep in the large room. So lazily he made his way into the Lithuanian's room.
"Are you not cold, Liet?" His voice was barely a whisper, but it sounded so loud in the otherwise silent home. He feared it would wake Toris or worse, wake his sister... But neither so much as stirred.
Ivan placed his hand on the other's shoulder and, as he had thought, it was more frozen than he was.
Cautiously he slipped into the bed and pulled the smaller Baltic towards him, pulling the covers over both of them to keep them warm in the harsh cold.
Toris was his favourite, after all.