The first gentle snow of the season is the most mysterious. Fragile & Untouchable.

Я вижу это в твоих глазах.

o2- Crystalline Hearts.


"Lynne, Lynne, Lynne!" Latvia shook a sleeping female awake. "Mm, ¿que" A bit of her native tongue slipped out as she rose from the bed. There had been a sleeping figure next to her, Russia, but Latvia wasn't as terrified about waking him up because Lynne was there. She had a habit of smacking the shit out of Ivan if he dared do anything to the Baltic Brothers. The woman obviously viewed the the three of them as little kid figures.

The reason for Lynne being in that bed, was a completely different matter, on the other hand. The woman was a lightweight- in short.

Although Raivis was only fifteen, his height was way shorter than it should have been. Every time Lynne would hug the kid, he would be squished in between her chest. It was a good, yet bad thing at the same time.

"Come outside and make a snowman with me!" Childish, yes. Absolutely adorable in every way possible? Indeed.

"Aprobado, Raivis, let me just throw on something suitable." The kid nodded and left the room in a hurry. He didn't want to be there longer than necessary. Lynne quietly got changed, but had awoken Russia in doing so. He questioned as to what she was doing, only to be angered by the response.

"Don't go out there." This wasn't so much as a suggestion as it was a command. "Why? Just come outside with me if you're so afraid of Latvia doing anything, tonto" She scoffed as she slammed the door to Ivan's room.

Needless to say the duo trudged outside, one grinning happily at the falling flakes and the other giving Raivis death glares.

Colombia and Latvia happily had snowball fights and made snow angels while Russia watched them from afar. The only reason Ivan didn't want Lynne wandering around outside with Raivis is because it's easy to get lost in the Russian Snow. And plus, there were some snow drifts taller than that boy.

"Russia, come help us build a snowman," Lynne flapped her hand in a 'come' gesture. It took a full hour to build the snowman due to perfectionism and OCD.

"Ahhnnn, all done!" Colombia's polka-dot scarf flapped energetically in the cold wind. The snowman's face was decorated with multi-shaped rocks, formed into a smile and some eyes. The nose was drawn on by Lynne. It was in the shape of a 'J'. His arms were created from some dead driftwood. One arm kept falling off, so to keep it in place they jabbed it through until the ends poked out of both sides. So technically, it was a three armed snowman.

"Latvia, why don't you go get dinner started, da?" Russia shot the boy a menacing smile.

"Y-yes, right away!" Turning from a normal kid into an Olympic runner, Raivis ran ahead to tell the others to make supper. He tripped a few times, landing face first into the hard-packed ground. Colombia gave Russia a sour look from her peripheral vision as he laughed sadistically at the boy.

Russia took off his scarf and wrapped it around Colombia's neck as a deceleration of peace. She was a bit surprised, due to the fact that the muffler was important to him. The woman mumbled a thanks as she buried her frozen nose into the warm cloth.

Russia simply smiled and led her by the hand back to the house. Lynne could only pray that Belarus wouldn't come out of nowhere like always and chop of her arm with a chainsaw like that other time. Just remembering that near death experience sent tremors coursing through her already chilly body.

As the duo wound their way back up the foot-beaten trail, the icy precipitation began thickening. The visuals were now lacking tremendously. At some point in their trek, Russia lost his grip of Colombia's hand. She tripped and stumbled off course, only to knock into a small snowdrift. She untangled herself from the white powder and began screaming Russia's name repeatedly. Unfortunately, his name was taken by the wind and diluted as it was swirled around the thick air.

"IVAANNN!" Colombia's dry throat caused the name to split. The scream was weak and tinted with a sort of helpless yell.

In the distance, Lynne's sharp eyes detected a dark figure. With a newfound hope, she ran full-speed towards it. When she was close enough to see what it was, humiliation filled her veins: it was a log sitting up and down. The tired woman slunk down by its base, and put her head in her hands. She was cold, tired, and hungry. A spell for disaster. Her eyelids were heavy, but she couldn't go to sleep in fear of never waking back up.

"Yo debería haber dicho."

"Told me what?" A silhouette- much taller than the log -appeared over her, shadowing her face.

"Ivan," she yelped exasperatedly, "how did you find me?"

"Dunno, now let's go before you get lost again, da?" He helped her up but caught her off guard when he forced her to ride piggy back. She used the usual feminine protests: "I'm too heavy!" or "you'll get tired.". Russia simply ignored them and asked if she was okay instead. Lynne replied with a yeah, even though she had a pounding headache. Those were easy to sweat out.

Most of the travel back home was silent, with bits and pieces of small talk. The most important matter brought up was when Sicily was arriving. Colombia knew Russia had a disdain for her cousin, but tolerated her for two reasons: One- she looked a lot like Lynne, and two- she was Lynne's last remaining family member.

"Tomorrow, or the day after, I don't really know. She likes to drop in whenever," She spoke softy. Trying to ease a Russian's nerves wasn't the easiest thing ever. Ivan shifted Lynne's legs into a more comfortable position as he began going up a steep incline. Great, I managed to fall down a fucking hill. Smooth.

The two remained in a comfortable silence until they entered the house safely. Lynne peaked her head into the kitchen; Lithuania was making some sort of soup while Estonia and Latvia worked on side dishes. The woman sighed thankfully. Russia's nerves were already frayed, but he could relax now.

Just as she thought those words, she had to jinx herself.

December o2, 5:13 p.m.