This drabble was inspired by Methanoos' picture, entitled Winter Love.

The picture can be found on the YuBo - shrine.

Disclaimer: Nothing and the quoting line, at the end, does not belong to me either.

-Russian Love-

They moved quickly. If anyone noticed their little disappearance, the guards would be alerted and they would suffer the harsh consequences. But they were too fast to let that happen. Yuriy led the way and held on tightly to Boris' hand. The snow was coming down hard. His blue eyes squinted. He could barely see the path in front of them. The snow had risen almost up to their knees. They trudged, until Yuriy stopped suddenly. Boris leaned up against him, and spoke into his ear.

''Do you think they can see from here?''

Yuriy shook his head.

He saw a fallen tree up ahead and smiled.

They walked a little further.

Yuriy turned his back to the wind and white haze and sat upon the rotting wood. The only thing he could see was the smirk upon Boris' lips. He took off his gloves and pulled the boy closer. Their warm bodies pressed together, and their mouths meshed in the same embrace.

They only had ten minutes alone, if they were lucky.

Boris took off his gloves and brought his warm hand to cup Yuriy's cold and red cheek. It was soft and wet. They refused to part. They were too engrossed, in their forbidden passion to feel the snowstorm around them. It was slowly letting up. Yuriy tangled his fingers in the silver locks and combed them away from the beautiful face kissing him.

They had to stop and head back before anyone came looking.

No one could find their hiding place. Ever.

The storm had calmed and the flakes were falling more peacefully.

It was serene.

Yuriy was grinning widely as Boris kissed him quickly again.

They did not care if Russia forbade their love, because they would always be from Russia, with love.

-EndE-