"Feliciano?" Ivan mumbles out one day. He twiddles his fingers in his lap, looking up at the Italian cooking in his large kitchen. The smaller of the two glances over his shoulder, his brown eyes sparkling with happiness. He smiles brightly at Ivan, still shifting uncomfortably in his chair, though he is trying to mask his uneasiness.

"I have favor to ask you," He says softly. Feliciano blinks at him, his smile faltering just a little. He fiddles with the stove and wipes his hands on the towel over his shoulder. He comes closer and stands next to Ivan running a hand through his snow white hair out of habit more than anything. Ivan twitches and smiles at the gesture. Feliciano is so cuddly and open to be comfortable around him and it's a welcome change.

"Si? What is it Vanya?" Feliciano asks simply, his speech tic making itself know in the pronunciation of his name. Ivan stands with a sigh and goes over to a drawer in the corner of his kitchen. He turns in his spot to face Feliciano who followed him over. Ivan holds out his closed hand.

"Take this?" Ivan asks. Feliciano cups his hands under Ivan's larger one. He tilts his head in confusion at the object Ivan drops into it.

"A key?" Feliciano questions, turning the small bit of metal in his hands. Ivan dares to let the small bit of hope worm through him. It's a dangerous gamble to let another person into his life after so many have left it. He nods his head, clenching his fist to keep them from shaking too hard. He gasps sharply when Feliciano jumps up, wrapping his arms around Ivan's shoulders.

"Of course I will!" The Italian yells out with a giggle. Ivan smiles and squishes his guest to his chest. Feliciano wiggles out and skips to the bag he brought with him. He pulls out a key of his own.

"Only if you take this?" His eyes are sparkling. A low chuckles escapes Ivan, giving an honest smile to the Italian who has wiggled his way into his cold life.

"Da!" Ivan says happily. Feliciano giggles again and skips back for another hug. Ivan twirls him around the kitchen in a silly dance. Until that is the stove starts to smoke and Feliciano lets out a squeak of distress. He manages to save his lasagna for them to eat, though Ivan does more of the eating. The food Feliciano makes is wondrous. For dessert Ivan treats him to sirok, one of the few things he can make in the kitchen. Feliciano is giggling the whole time, even going as far as to try and feed Ivan though the other does protest. After the food is consumed, Ivan is dragged over to the couch for some well deserved cuddles, though he is not sure what is so deserving of them. The bright smile Feliciano is giving him rids him of all doubting thoughts.

The Baltics trembled before him once again. Ivan sighs as he exits the meeting room into the cold tundra of his homeland. He gazes up at the sky the best he can against the sun and snow. With a grimaces he slides into his car and clunks his head against the steering wheel. Just once, he would like for them to not be afraid of him. He doesn't mean them any harm. Not anymore at least. With a soft whimper he starts the car and begs the air system to heat up faster.

The drive to his overly large house is a slow one. With the snow and the small amounts of traffic it takes longer than he wishes for the start of his driveway to come into view. He spends the drive daydreaming. About sunshine and maybe a nice little cottage to live in with someone close to him. The house he lives in now is big and open and has far more rooms than necessary for himself now. The others, his sisters, the Baltics, used to live with him. He loved the happy chatter that he could hear around the corners. It made the house lively. A color that has been washed away for a while now.

He rubs his hands together on the edges of his scarf when he steps out of the car. His house is looming over him. He kicks the door of his car shut and makes his way up the front steps. He stops on the front porch. It doesn't matter how many people used to live there. Deep down inside of him there is always that small moment of hope where he can try to believe that someone would be waiting on the other side of the door. His hand feels heavy as he turns the key inside the lock. He knows it's only wishful thinking.

He shimmies a little as he steps inside the warmth of his house. He removes his coat and leans against the wood with a sigh. His suitcase clatters as he drops it to the ground without a care. He sniffs and rubs a hand on his nose, the smell of pasta hitting him hard and-

Ivan stop sand glances at his kitchen. There's a big pot on the stove with a smaller one next to it. He can hear the water boiling and smell the bread baking in the oven. No one is there. He narrows his eyes at the set up. Someone is in his house.

"IVVAAAN~" He turns sharply at the call of his name. He barely has time to register to the body crashing into him. He catches himself just in time for Feliciano so snuggle his face into his chest. The bubbly Italian lets out a squeak.

"You're cold!" He says, turning his amber eyes up to Ivan innocently. Ivan blinks down at him. Nodding his head curiously to the existence of another being in his house. Feliciano puffs up his cheeks in annoyance. He stomps away, yet somehow still manages to make it look like he's skipping. He snatches a thick quilt off the couch and drags it over. He tosses it as best he can with his short nature over Ivan's shoulder. The Russian is too shocked to move.

"There!" Feliciano giggles out, clapping his hands happily. Ivan finally manages to think and shakes his head. He nabs the edges of the quilt and wraps Feliciano close to his chest. The Italian laughs loudly and snuggles right into the hold.

"Oh yeah!" Feliciano says loudly, pulling back just enough to give Ivan a blinding smile.

"Surprise! I'm here!" He shouts with another giggle escaping him. Ivan can feel the soft smile slipping onto his face. He snuggles Feliciano close again, letting his own giggle be heard.

"Da, surprise you are," He coos to the tiny bundle of warmth in his arms.

AN: RusIta is really cute okay. This is the first to a set of drabbles that have already been published on my tumblr, put here for those who would rather use fanfiction instead. It's honestly just going to be a bunch of random settings, random pairings, and maybe some miniseries.