He watched from the tower, the adorable smile he always worse plastered onto his pale face. His troops marched through the snow, training for the upcoming battle. The Russian barely heard the feet behind him "Ivan?" The small, adorable asked quietly. He didn't turn from looking out the window, only pulled his gloved hands behind his back.

"Yes, Wang Yao?"

"I brought you some food, aru... you haven't eaten..." It was only then he turned from the frosted window, smiling at the timid Chinese man. His hair was pulled back into a long and curled ponytail over his shoulder, and he was dressed in his military uniform, like the Russian.

"Thank you, but I am not hungry at this moment," He closed his eyes giving a soft sigh. Ivan heard, again, the shuffling of feet and opened his eyes to the dark brown ones below him. Wang was much shorter than Ivan. He stared back into the Russian's violet eyes, searching. In them, he saw the fury, the depression, all of the emotions he had bottled up inside and was never going to release. Wang's own saddened emotions tugged at his chest, and he wrapped his arms around the Russian. Startled, Ivan placed his hands on the shorter's shoulders, and then slowly moved them down and wrapped them around him. The smile faded and was replaced with a blank, nonchalant look.

Then a single, crystal clear tear rolled down his face.