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Sometimes the answer was filled with lonliness.
"Ivan?" The largest nation in the world flinched at hearing his name. Russia thought that he had been alone in the conference room when his heart had fallen out.
Apparently he'd been wrong.
"You really shouldn't leave it lying out on the table like that." Cool, almost icy, hands gently picked up the organ.
Silently he moved the fabric from where his heart would go and allowed her put his heart in its rightful place.
Russia's grasped at her wrists as Canada started to pull her bloodied hands away.
"Comrade Matvey, why?"
(Do you continue to be my friend?)
A sad smile spread across her face.
"We're very similar Ivan. We both know what it's like to alone in our vast lands, to be abandoned, and to have only Him as company."
He looked into her purple eyes that were in fact very similar to his own. They were the eyes of a person whose heart had been touched by Winter.