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"Nyle is there not going to be any ruseng posts toda-"

"Said who bro? Feast."

Presenting idfk what to title this

----It's 5AM and he's crying----

The room was dark, illuminated only by the light from the fireplace, caused by a dying ember that still burnt brightly against the brick structure. The room was silent, except for the faint crackling of the charcoal burning in the fireplace. The room was empty, except for one lonely lad that sat on the armchair, facing the fireplace. His body was devoid of any emotions, except for the gnawing feeling of emptiness that made his chest ache. His eyes were dry, except for the fresh tears that had been recently shed.

It was 4, maybe even 5, most had forgotten and wouldn't care, as they had already surrendered their minds to a peaceful slumber; All except for Ivan who awoke at that hour on a normal day, today being no exception. Already fully dressed, ready to go outside and watch the sunrise, as he normally did but something had caused him to not do so that night: the sound of the firewood. No-one but him woke up that early and the fire was left to itself since 8 PM the previous day and a fire as small as it was then, wouldn't have lasted that long.

Ivan quickly reassured himself, telling himself that maybe it was one of the servants, his sisters or even one of his friends whom he was guesting that had decided to stay up for so long. With that thought to ease his mind, he made his way to the smaller living room, leading from his room to the staircase which connected to the rest of the house. As he walked closer to the fireplace, he heard a set of other distinct noises besides burning: sobs and whimpers.

Ivan rushed over to see who it was and froze as he came eye-to-eye with the last person he'd expect to see. The two only stared, eyed quivering, darting from one eye to the other, and no words came out. Seeing the streaks of tears on the other man's face caused Ivan's to pool with his own. The image almost felt unreal, but he could feel everything so he wasn't dreaming that's for sure. He had totally forgotten about having invited his friend over to stay with him. The silence continued on for an uncomfortably long time.

"What.. What are you doing up so late at night?" The russian spoke, breaking the silence. To which the other man only blinked, dropping his head, prompting Ivan to speak up. "...Artur." He kneeled by the armchair to become face to face once again with the other as he sighed. "Что не делай?(Tr. What's wrong?)"

With a deep breath and another shake of his head, silence filled the room once more and tears pooled his emerald eyes. Nothing brought Arthur more shame than being seen as this vulnerable by anyone and he hated the fact to he let his guard down so much that this side of his was shown to someone else. "I'm... okay... really." He let out under yet another shaky sigh. Ivan knew full well that that wasn't true, his mind flooded with worrisome thoughts, thinking he had hurt Arthur in one way or another to make him cry like this.

The guilt caused him to go silent and he didn't push the issue further, for the time being at least, and sat down on the floor. His eyes subconsciously locking onto the crying figure seated in front of him as he zoned out trying to think of a way to help Arthur feel better. Unbeknownst to him the staring caused the already tearful lad to break into sobs once more.

Covering his face with his hands, Arthur cried out, his voice quivering with shame and anxiety. "STOP STARING ALREADY!!" The volume made Ivan flinch and his chest to fill with guilt. He was about to apologize when he remembered what his sister, Natalya had told him: intimidation always gets answers, and so, he kept staring, but now with a smile. "I won't stop until you tell me what's really wrong, Artur~" Ivan cooed gently as he moved his hands up to Arthur's to move them away from his face so he could once more stare into those lively green eyes that filled his cold heart with so much warmth.

Ivan muttered desperately: "Please?"

"You'd laugh." Bluntly responded, Arthur.

"...Why would I?" Ivan asked with concern for the other's mental well being. But no response was uttered, not even a word. And so, silence fell upon the two once more. Ivan took Arthur's hands in his and gently pulled them down to Arthur's lap and he didn't bother fighting back, he was too distracted by his tears endlessly streaming down his cheeks.

The silence felt as if the two were really out of what to say. "Everyone would." Arthur finally spoke, breaking the silence and Ivan was quick to follow, pressing him for an answer. "I'm not everyone, so tell me." He reassured the broken man with a gentle squeeze to his hands. "..I don't want to.." He finally admitted, and Ivan didn't question it further and left it be at that seeing just how distraught he had made Arthur. Ivan looked down shamefully not knowing what else to say and worried that he might've made his guest feel worse. As if by divine intervention, his eyes caught on something happening behind the armchair and his face brightened up once more.

The perfect idea had come to him and he couldn't be less ecstatic. He knew just what to do to help Arthur feel better. He quickly jumped to his feet, ecstatic to ask if the other would also like to join him.

"Would you

at least like to

watch the sunrise

with me?"

The russian suggested, gently tugging at the englishman's arms, trying to get him to get up. "But-" Arthur was cut off by Ivan. "No buts! It's already too late!! We should hurry!" And with that he pulled Arthur in his arms, scooped him up and dashed off.

"HEY!!" Arthur yelped helplessly, gripping onto Ivan's clothing to prevent himself from falling to the floor was all he could do then and it made him feel so worthless but at least he stopped crying. "WAIT!!" His words fell on deaf ears and Ivan rushed to the rooftop as quickly as he could.

Feeling his heart rush, a strange sense of comfort drew the two closer to one another, making Arthur anticipate what was to happen next with piqued curiosity. It brought him to wonder if Ivan really did spend his time waiting for the sunrise every day since he woke up so early. All these thoughts flooding his mind made him forget why he was so sad in the first place, all his sorrows replaced by the joy and rush Ivan was making his heart feel.

"This will be the best sunset you've ever laid your eyes upon!!" Ivan promised with a chuckle as he opened the door to the rooftop and put Arthur down, dragging him to the edge. Ivan choose to seat down by the very edge, allowing his feet to dangle off and Arthur followed suit. Seeing how far up the sky they were made Arthur ever so slightly nervous but as long as Ivan's hand was in his, he had nothing to fear. "Feeling better?" The russian asked with an endearing smile, seeing how Arthur's tears had dried off. And Arthur nodded joyously. "Yeah, a lot better, thank you so much Ivan." And returned Ivan's smile.

The two stared off at the horizon waiting for the sun to rise and Arthur started to doubt that they were facing the east in the first place.

"So, you really were up all night?"

"Mhm."

"Doing what?"

"Hm. Thinking."

"About?"

"Sad stuff, happy stuff, all the stuff."

"Like?"

"Us."

A short chuckle left Ivan's throat at the mention of the two's relationship and he leaned his head against Arthur's and continued.

"Are we the happy or the sad stuff?"

"Um… both, I guess."