You had always wanted to touch it. Several times you had almost managed to, but something would always happen to prevent you from doing what you wanted. However, you saw no better opportunity than now as the Russian slept, head on the table in front of him and pipe held loosely in his hand. You held out a hand slowly, waiting for a disturbance. When none came, you placed your hand on his head, feeling the soft locks pass between your fingers. A blissful smile slipped onto your face as you closed your eyes, still stroking the silver tresses. Unbeknownst to you, Russia had opened his eyes and was watching your face, deciding that he would have to let you pet his hair more often.