"You haven't been bothering me." I look up at him, stunned.

I thought all I did was bother people? Isn't that why they think I'm a child? What is he saying? Does he really mean it? Do I want him to mean it? Yes... I want him to mean what he says so bad.

I have trouble finind my words, "W-why the sudden... change of heart?" I look at him, searching for lies in his eyes, but I find nothing. All I see are pools of violet color.

Again, I can feel tears threatening to spill, I shut my eyes, dragging my hands to my face.

What is wrong with me? I want every one to see I'm not a child, that I can do stuff the same as they can! I keep telling myself, thats what I want, but how am I supposed to get it? How do I show everyone I can be an adult when I can't control my emotions or actions?

I wish I had some one I could make understand! But isn't he standing right in front of me? But haven't I always feared him? But what if he isn't scary? Ivan has shown me so much kindness while I've been here.

Yeah there have been some major bumps in the road, but wasn't I the one that caused all those bumps? I just don't know anymore! What do I do?

"Alfred... I ah... I wanted to tell you some ding..." The Russian's voice is soft, and I hear it right next to me.

Looking up, he isn't smiling for once. He is standing right in front of me, just a few inches taller, and he stares right at me.

"I... I'm sorry... I don't have company a lot... I don't talk to people... I know I scare people, but I try not to... I just... Don't know how to act around people... I suppose dat drives them away, but I really am lonely." He smiles slightly, and I can see what he says is true. But if that is true, then all I've ever thought and known about him was wrong.

I guess that means it's my turn.

"I'm sorry too Ivan, I... I always did fear you a bit... But I never realized that fear was unfounded. It wasn't really anything. Just a sad excuse. And... I'm sorry if I can't ever be an adult. I know I'm still young. I get that... But I try so hard to not be a child, to show everyone what I am capable of, and I just... start crumbling under the pressure... And then I can't control what I say or do... And I'm sorry if I ever get out of hand..." My face burns, I've never been this open to someone before. But what's so wrong with Ivan being the one I'm open to?

Nothing.

Nothing is wrong with it, and in this moment, I no longer fear Ivan, I don't feel the pressure to be what I'm not, I don't hear Arthur's disappointed voice, I don't see Francis's angry scowl, I just see Ivan.

For what he really is. Just a misunderstood man who doesn't want to be lonely.

And I'm just a man who is still learning, but trying hard as hell to do it the right way.

Could a pair like that really work? I guess there really is only one way to find out.

We stare at eachother for a moment, and in this moment all becomes clear. As if pulled by a string, we wrap our arms around one another, and we melt into eachother. The snow can compete with our warmth.

There is no kissing, no lust, no alcohol, just us, and all our misunderstandings, wrapped into one big embrace.

I don't quite know when we break apart, but it's like there is something new in the air. I'm suddenly aware I'm colder without Ivan holding me, but I'm also aware that there is no longer any tension between us.

"Ah Alfred?" The Russian rubs the back of his neck and looks at the ground.

"Y-yeah?" I'm worried talking too loud will shatter this knew thing we have between us, so I'm only whispering.

"Do you ah... Want to watch a movie or someding?" Ivan shuffles his feet a bit.

"Sure dude!" I smile and Ivan looks relieved.

I'm not sure where he has movies, so I follow the Russian into his bedroom. He doesn't ask me what I might like, he just grabs a case from a shelf under the TV. I don't really care though. I'm content to watch whatever.

He pops the movie in, and before he can stand up, I smile devilishly, and grab a blanket off his bed, wrapping it around he and I, and I basically drag him to the foot of his bed. After a few minutes, we finally untangle and tangle ourselves just the way we like it.

I can't help but blush a bit as Ivan leans back on the bed, arms wrapped around me. I lean back on Ivan, my fingers intwined in his, our legs tangled together.

I can feel his heart beat on my back, and I listen to his breathing move in time to the rise and fall of his chest. We fit together perfectly, and not long into the movie I roll around so I can hug Ivan, my face laying on his chest.

I listen to his heart, and it calms me down. I've never felt so relaxed before, not even my high energy can get me to move.

A moment after I move and hug Ivan, I can feel one arm wrap around my back, and the other stroke my hair. I blush deeply.

"Ivan?"

"Yes?"

I don't look at him, I'm too embarrassed to be saying this to him. "Be careful not to hit my cowlick."

His hand pauses on my head. "What?"

I finally muster the courage to look him in the face, and he wears a look of confusion. I untangle one of my arms from around him and point to my cowlick. "Touch my hair all you want, I love it, but don't touch the cowlick please."

I snuggle back into him as he replies, "why is dat?" He continues to stroke my hair, but I can feel he stays away from the cowlick.

"I'll show you some other time." I bury my face further into his chest to keep him from seeing my embarrassed face.

I can feel his chest move as if he shrugged. "Okay."

"Thanks." Is all I need to reply.

~AN~
AWWWWWW >W< is it bad I fan girled a little when i wrote this? Naw, whatever xD I'm just going to do what ever I do! God, I'm so glad they finally made up tho ;w; I just hope it wasn't too fast..... Was it? I don't know. I'm thinking I want to end this soon, but I'm not sure yet. I want to make sure I can get a lot of fluff in here before I finish it :3 I mean come on!! The snow still has to melt and only I know how long it will take ;3 ( don't let me fool you, I really don't xD ) thanks for reading, let me know what you think, and sweet dreams!
~Blü~

Btw:
Ivan = Russia
Alfred = America