Matthew very rarely got cold. He was one of those people that could walk out in twelve degree weather and be fine in just a t-shirt and jeans. He never cared much for big coats or warm scarves, and the only times he did wear them was when he had to be in uniform, and even then, it wasn't as stuffy as the others were.
But now he was freezing. He wondered briefly why Russia would have called him over to such a barren and cold place. Even the giant nation wouldn't feel warm here, despite his long going history of cold weather. Frowning, he pulled his scarf closer to his face to try and block some of the swirling snow from pelting him.
Matthew sighed and tugged his hat on further and took a deep breath. Opening his eyes from beneath his goggles, he looked to see that Ivan was still walking by him, tugging his own scarf over his nose and mouth and rubbing his hands together.
"It is rather cold, da?" He asked, looking at his friend, violet eyes glittering. Matthew nodded, rubbing his bare hands for friction. Curse that he had forgotten his gloves on a visit to Russia of all places.
"Yeah." He nodded. "It's been a rather harsh winter, eh?"
"Da- Oh Matvey! You haven't any gloves!" Russia said with sudden worry, looking at the bright red fingertips of his fellow nation. "Your hands look like your flag."
"Oh it's okay—" Matthew stuck his hands in his pockets to try and shield them from the cold, but at this point it was basically useless.
"Here!" Ivan stripped off one of his own gloves and turned to Matthew, putting a pause to their walking and slipping the glove onto the mans right hand, keeping on his own left one.
"Oh- but now your hand will get cold!"
"Nonsense!" Ivan snatched Matthew's hand out of his pocket and locked their hands together. "See! We can share the warm because we are friends!"
Matthew half wanted to smile, half wanted to laugh his head off.
It was nice to have friends. Warm, even.