It was a Sunday in December and the allies and axis are all at home, getting ready for holidays, Italy was preparing pasta while Germany was cleaning up. Japan was buying the food and decorations, while Greece was making coats and making a lot of house warming material. As you can tell, everyone was waiting for the seasons to start. Romano was staying with Spain and hoping that the snow won't ruin the tomato crops, while Spain was planning for Christmas Eve night, for him and Romano, but I don't really need to get into detail about the romance…yet.

While everyone was getting ready, Russia really wasn't ready for more snow. Why would he need more snow? He lives in snow, eats in it and even runs in it. Russia thought about the holidays. Russia was not really fond of being with someone. He always tries to be a person the allies and axis could call friends with but everyone is too scared of him. For some reason he is always depressed when he gets near the holiday season. He needs something and something is always missing from his Christmas.

On that Sunday the snow started to fall and while the countries were busy Russia walked through his town. As the snowflakes started to come down and hit his cheeks he, sighed.

"Ah, the start of the holidays, and everyone will be left with someone but, what about me. No. I should not have pity for myself. I have two or at least one sister to spend Christmas with". Russia started walking a little faster than when he started out. His face was down only looking at the snowflakes that hit his boots. He wanted to cry but then he realized

What are tears for? What's the meaning, for the flow of water that comes out your eyes, what do they mean, what do, they mean…

Russia couldn't even think of something like crying. He could just get over a situation that was easy as not having someone to care for. Russia sat on the bench next to the train tracks that sat vertically across from his feet. He was just waiting to find the answer like it'll just hit him upside the head. The train came by after Russia's fifteen minutes of silence. When he started to walk, the sky started to cry more snowflakes. Russia was trying to head towards the shops before it was too late.

In Russia, no matter how poor you were you'd still have something for your family to eat and to give presents to. Russians were strong people, and that's how they are able to provide, strong country sweet hearts. Russia was heading towards the shop, even faster than before. The snow was like adding even more gravity to his back. This was a huge snow fall. Way bigger than any snowfall Russia has ever been in. He could feel his body being weighed down.

As the streets where being covered in white, he was the only thing in the area that was any other color. As he collapsed on the floor, Russia viewed a red figure before his eyes finally shut.

"-ssia, wa-e up! Wake up Russia"!

Russia opened his eyes and the first thing he sees is China. China was standing there with his head on Russia's. His long eyelashes brushed against his. Russia felt warm around his cheeks. China moved from his face. Russia hesitated to grab his collar. China went to go grab another warm towel. Russia smiled as He saw the red figure that saved him departs to the other room. I guess it was funny to him leave like that because he was use to this kind of thing. When china appeared with another damp towel, Russia's cheeks felt warm again. China placed the towel right in the middle of his forehead.

"Are you okay-aru? Al-also I was in the neighborhood when I saw you collapse. I was looking for a Christmas tree to put in the meeting room-aru, since no one was going to do it, I thought since I never really did accept the invention of the tree or give it any use in my country, I thought I'd give this Christmas a try-aru. China sat there his cheeks on his pale skin was pink as a peach. Especially in the cold winter. Russia liked that look on him. It was pretty like the snow, but had a little cute color to it.

Russia narrowed eyed himself. He was too weak to lunge over china and pull him towards his chest so he could feel how fast china's heart was beating. That was what Russia wanted right now. He was being overwhelmed with the warmth and kindness of a good friend. They have had their ups and downs but in the end, they had to lean on each other.

When china came back in the room with the fried rice he made, he helped Russia sit up back on his behind. Russia just realized his scarf was put up on the hanger, and he was wearing some kind of Chinese wear for comfort. That wasn't the first time he has switched clothes I front of China.

Russia finished his meal and was ready to lay back down but, when china walked backed in the room and sat next to him, Russia finally light up. He grabbed for the Chinese mans shoulders pulling him into his chest area like he wanted. He squeezed with delight gently placing his hands on China's back like he was asking him to not leave. China felt warmer than before. His skin turned back into that pink, peach color that Russia admired. China grabbed Russia's back. Hugging him with a gentle touch. His hands almost slipping off his back.

Russia slipped the silk cloth off of China's nape and kissed it with a small tender affection. Russia got a reaction but, in his position now, he couldn't get any further than what he was doing now. As much as it hurt him, Russia had to let go. He smiled and slipped under the covers. China, still covered in peach, pink walked slowly out the room and into the other room. He sat there just staring with a gazed look on his face, a lustful look. He thought about what had happened and then blushed a red. As he finally got himself ready for bed, he came into Russia's room. He smiled at the man that laid in the dark gray sheets.

They almost resembled his original gray outfit. China turned off the lights. He closed his eyes but couldn't get that image out of his head. Finally the fragile man fell asleep and still appeared with the same red color on his pale white skin.

TO BE CONTINUED….