Disclaimer for all the drabbles: GW boys are not mine. End.
Trowa can't say that he hates snow. He dislikes it. He dislikes the cold that comes with it and the ending stage of mushed piss and dirt mixing together. Yet, even if he dislikes it so strongly, he couldn't say he hates it.
To say so would be lying to not only other people but also to himself. Snow is just as symbolic to him as it was to Duo. He may not have Duo's specific reasons linking back to his past but he does know that it means something special to him.
Easily, he could say and preferred to say that it was the sign of purity; the one thing he did not have and had never hoped to achieve. Snow is as white as an infant's heart and just as sweet and forgiving. It speaks volumes about freshness and of new things.
It is also quite beautiful to behold. It falls in different sizes and fluffs. It can shelter just as easily as it can suffocate. It was quite a lot like love in a way.
Snow can easily melt the coldest of hearts even if it too, is something that came out of icy coldness. Snow can bring to life many orphaned children and widows. Snow can teach someone to enjoy nature and to let in some fun into life.
If asked, Trowa would grudgingly admit snow wasn't just symbolic in terms of pureness. Perhaps it was also a sign of living. Even when it turn into slushed ice and mud or yellow streaks on the pavement, snow was still showing that things change with time and other factors.
Like a relationship. Like feelings.
Snow is like two people. If he decides to sprout poetry, he probably would use snow. He could easily liken Wufei to snow. Both of them were pure even if Wufei argues that he isn't. Both of them were sweet and calming unless it was a raging snowstorm; then, both would be a force to be reckon with. Wufei was just as peaceful as snow like when flurries begin to fall slowly in the middle of the evening. Both were pieces of art, unique as a snowflake, but also part of a community.
Heero was like snow too. The shorter but stockier Japanese man was often quiet, letting silence speak for him. Snow fell silently as well. He accepted everything as they were and never discriminated to an extreme. Snow fell onto anything, regardless if it was an inanimate object or a moving one. Heero also has the tendency to smother but like snow, it is an action of love; it was also an action of protection and claim. Like Wufei, Heero has the ability to crush everything in his path. He stands behind no one and keeps stubbornly to his beliefs. Snow doesn't follow any orders either.
There are times when Trowa felt uncertain and unhappy in the presence of Wufei and Heero. They were made for each other. What could he say or do? Two may be a party but there is simply a crowd when it becomes three. The uncertainty and knowledge of the impossibility was hard to swallow but not as hard as trying to force himself to put distance between then. But no matter what, he loved them. He loved them like he would love no other. He is prepared to sacrifice anything and everything for them.
So if they were like snow, then maybe he didn't hate snow. Maybe he didn't even dislike it.
He loves it. Just as he loves them.