"You're such a child, Ro."
Romania couldn't help but smile softly as he turned, giving a faint nod, the snowball in his hands plopping to the ground, forgotten.
"Oh, but I am. I don't deny it, BulBul. But tell me- aren't we all children?" he asked, tilting his head, the stars glimmering in his coppery irises. Bulgaria dead panned and huffed, unamused as he dusted his snowy shoulders off.
"No," said the black haired nation. "Believe it or not, Ro, some of us are actually adults."
Silence prevailed for a few seconds, and Bulgaria shifted about uneasily as the snowy, howling wind took his words, swallowing them up. Romania's expression remained as vacant as the slushy streets they were walking down, a far off look invading his usual cockiness. Bul was finally able to breathe when the Romanian kept walking, a bounce in his step.
"And what is an adult, Bulgaria? What makes the adult any different than a child? A child has less experience, less knowledge, of course. Grown ups base their actions on a series of recollections and experiences, planning out an optimum route based on a mixture of that and opinion," he stated, spreading his arms. "But now that I think about it, a child does that too. The child chooses cupcakes over broccoli because he knows from experience the first option tastes better, and is a much rarer find. The only reason a grownup chooses broccoli is because society has deemed it the more adult thing to do. If we were to remain untouched, purely ourselves, we would all choose the cupcakes, don't you think? We're all children on the inside. Some people's inner child is more... Prevalent."
With a flick of his wrist, Romania ended his argument and stood under a streetlight, smiling triumphantly at the Bulgarian who walked a bit slower, a few paces behind. When Bulgaria finally caught up, he rolled his eyes and sighed, shaking his head as a soft smirk made his lips curl upwards.
"... Why are you so weird?" he muttered, crossing his arms to retain a smidge of warmth. Romania laughed and leaned in, winking.
"I'm a kid at heart, Bul," the Romanian jested, smooching his cheek quickly and darting away, leaving Bul baffled and flustered.
"Hey! What was that for? Romania? ROMANIA?"