9. Nine Snowmen (AKA Seven Snowmen and Two Snowcats)
Trying to persuade Alfred that the snow wasn't the worst thing in the world was a lot harder than it sounded. So with that being said, Ivan found himself trying to soothe a groaning Alfred as he stared outside at the piled high snow. There was so much snow outside that it was hard to tell where the ground had once been.
"Winter can suck on my jingle bells!" the blond dramatically whined as he gazed out the window. "It's not faaair!"
Alfred had been upset for over thirty minutes now and it had Ivan rubbing his temples with a frustrated sigh. How could someone be in love with the nation controlled by General Winter when he hated the season so much? It baffled Ivan that Alfred was an actual person sometimes. Getting desperate, Ivan had only one more thing he could try.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" Ivan gazed over at Alfred with hopeful eyes.
"Come on let's go and play!" Alfred responded without thinking about it, smiling at his muffled singing. "I never see you anymore, come out the doo-"
"Please don't sing the song from your movie again," Ivan pleaded with a chuckle as he stood up. "Come on, let's go build one."
Alfred was already off the couch and putting his coat on by the time Ivan blinked. He should have thought about this an hour ago.
Once they were outside and their feet were sinking into the once untouched blanket of snow, they quickly got to work. Alfred was rolling up the base of a snowman while Ivan attempted to look for twigs. Seeing nothing beyond the endless snow, he decided to use the straws they never did anything with. Sure, the snowman would look a little silly but this was just to keep Alfred quiet after all.
Once their first snowman was built Alfred snorted. "He looks just like you!" he announced although Ivan wasn't sure if he was serious. Seeing no harm in going along with it, Ivan slowly took his scarf off and wrapped it around the snowman with a smile.
"Now he looks like me," the Russian nation giggled. Alfred hummed at that, inspecting the snowman up and down before once again rolling up another base next to it. Interested in what Alfred was planning, Ivan went to get a few more straws with the assumption that his husband was making another. When he returned and saw Alfred's glasses resting on the snowman's carrot nose he howled with laughter.
"Now he has an Alfred to match!" the American announced proudly as his eyes tried to focus in on the now blurry shape that was Ivan.
"Why stop there?" Ivan mused as he passed Alfred the straws to stick onto the first snowman's soul mate.
With a grin on both of their faces, they set off to create more and more snowmen. It wasn't long until they had seven snowmen and two snowcats; an entire family. Taking a step back to admire their work they burst into a fit of laughter. There was a snowman of Alfred, Ivan, a grumpy Arthur, a silly Francis, a Matthew hidden behind all the others, a smiling Katyusha, a glaring Natalia, and their two cats that mostly looked liked clumps of snow with two pointy ends to resemble ears.
"They are a lot more quiet when they are made out of snow," Ivan noted and Alfred chuckled.
"Think we can switch places without them noticing?" Alfred asked as he adjusted the glasses on the snowman of himself.
"As long as you don't start sleeping with him and mistake him for me," Ivan gestured towards his own snowman and once again they started laughing.