Reasons For Snow

Alfred's feet shuffled in the snow, letting his eyes carefully dart; as if searching for something. His hands were firmly grasped around a crossbow, fingers lacing over the weapon; ready to fire at any given moment. A obvious hunt, as simple as a animal after its prey. The question was: what exactly was he hunting...? (America) Alfred F. Jones and (Fem!Russia) Anka! Anya.