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He wanted to know why Russia was there, but still he was feeling a little dizzy; not very good to open his mouth and talk. Everything was bright all thanks to the rays of the full moon reflected on the white snow. He saw people pointing at the distance and writing in small notebooks. He moved to get a clear view.
"Brother" he turned back to see, though he knew the owner of the voice. "I hope you don't feel a little out of place with Russia here" his brother added.
Since when he cared about whether or not he fit on any place. This made him frown and walk to the direction where other people were. He heard few steps on the cold snow getting closer to him and a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged the hand away.
"Did I say something wrong?" America raised his eyebrow and closely followed his brother steps. He stopped when Canada turn back and face him. His purple eyes pierced America's blue ones.
"You 'care' about me? Since when America? Tell me because I don't recall" he tried to yell. But he knows that it would only attract unnecessary attention. "Admit it! You never cared!" he shyly added and walked away.
"And call me Matthew, America and in case you don't remember, is my name" he said over the distance, his polar bear close to his feet. He had to stop when someone stepped in front of him smiling innocently. It was Russia, his purple eyes shining bright under the rays of the moon, somehow his smile shined as well. His was wearing the same winter coat as America, white with his flag on his left side of his chest.
"Ru-ru-Russia" he voice came all shaky and he chocked every now and then. America slowly steps close to both of them quietly, something quite rare for him.
Russia places his hands on Matthew's shoulders and smiled. Slowly, but cautious Matthew let a small smile as well.
"Call me Ivan, da" The Russian swings Matthew slowly side by side; this made Matthew chuckled a little and America to smile. "I-I will" he added.
Matthew slowly looked to his brother with a slight anger on his pale face. He broke from Ivan's arms and walked next to a tent that a few crew men installed a while back. America looked how his brother struggled a little; he didn't want to bother anyone. Slowly America goes and sits at his side with his blue eyes directly to the floor.
"Matthew" America lifts his view to the blinking stars on the night sky and then turns to see his brother face. "If you can't see where I'm going—" he stops to turn his face to another direction. "Wait for it"
He started to draw small circles on the ice surface, Matthew slowly looked at him. A man, probably from Russia, gave America a few notes he had on his small notebook and looked worried, after sharing a few words with him he walked away.
"For-for what should I wait?" Matthew placed his hand on America's shoulder and this gave him a frown. "Just wait Mattie…just wait" his brother added before leaving.
"Alfred…everything is easy for you eh" he whispered under his cold breath.
"WHAT! He heard his brother voice over the distance.
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