A night sky, snow, and lots of sunflowers. That was all the Prussian could see for miles. He didn't know where he was or where he was going, but it must be a place that loves sunflowers. The last thing he could remember was West screaming at him to leave and never come back, and that's just what he was planning to do. He would never return home.
It was very cold. He shivered through his coat, even though it was insulated. The snow came down like a waterfall, covering him almost completely in more white than was in his skin. Prussia was about to give up and just freeze to death out there, since nobody seemed to care that he might die, anyway. But he trudged on for a little longer.
A hand touched his shoulder. Prussia jumped back, right into Russia's arms. Both were shocked to see one another out there, and Gilbert was especially surprised to be wrapped in Russia's warm embrace. Russia stood him up straight and looked him in the eyes to make sure he was seeing the right person. "Gilbert?" He had to speak kind of loud to be heard over the snowstorm, but Prussia understood him. He nodded, too cold and stressed to say anything.
Ivan looked at him for a second more, then picked him up and carried him back to his house, where he was laid on a couch. Gilbert had passed out and was starting to wake up. "Nn- Russia???" He whispered, lifting his head. Russia nodded and laid him back down. "Why... How..." He was so confused.
"Maybe you could answer me that question. I found you outside, freezing your albino butt off and crying. Want to explain?" Russia asked. Prussia tried to remember, but all he could think about were the hateful things West and everyone had said to him before and how they wouldn't care if he died. And worst of all, he thought about how bad he wanted to.
"West and I got into a litlle... Argument. But I'm okay," He lied. "And if you had left me out there I know I'd have been fine." Russia shook his head and stroked Gilbert's hair lovingly whispering to him, "Don't tell me all that crap... I saw you crying like that out there... You know, when loved ones cry it makes me feel like I've done something wrong and have to fix it." Prussia's eyes widen. Loved ones???
Gilbert felt a wave of emotion pass over him and he bit his lip to keep from bursting into tears in front of Ivan, who seemed to understand and hugged him. "Prussian... Can I tell you a little secret?" Prussia looked up but said nothing. Russia leaned in and kissed him, on the lips, tenderly. "I love you, Gilbert. Don't cry. I'm here for you."
Prussia's face turned pink, then red. Had Ivan just said... He tried to believe this wasn't happening. He was just having a really strange dream where the only thing he wanted came true. He could not actually be falling in love with Russia. But he had a feeling inside him that this might be the one thing he'd wanted this whole time. He pressed his mouth onto the Russian's, and kissed back.