Invierno [Spamano]

"Until the storm passes." Antonio replied with a smile. He took off his scarf and wrapped it around the Italian's neck. Lovino scowled and lifted the cloth to where it was covering his mouth. They trudged down the snow covered path, hoping that they could find their way out of the maze of trees. A strong gust of wind blew a wall of snow towards them. They fought against it's strength, pushing forward and holding their heads down. Eventually, it died down and they continued their journey. "Stupid tomato bastard. Going and getting us lost in the woods." Lovino said angrily. He crossed his arms and scanned the trees. Nothing. They couldn't see anything farther than ten feet away. It was hopeless. "Don't worry, Lovi. Boss will get you out of here!" The Spaniard said, completely un-wavered by the insult. He reached over and pulled Lovino close, making sure to keep his arm wrapped tightly around the man. Another gust of wind came. Although, this one was much worse. The blades of the storm cut through Antonio's exposed skin as he draped himself over Lovino. The wind was too strong. They were knocked to the ground. Antonio scrambled to his feet and tried to see through the blur of white. "Lovi!" He yelled over the howling wind. "Lovi!" No answer.