Cold
The Prussian poked the Estonian in the stomach, staring at him with a bored expression.
"I'm bored. Let's go for a walk," Gilbert stated.
Eduard stared back at Gilbert and sighed, closing his eyes.
"Okay. I'll ask Ivan if it's fine that we go out."
At this response, the silver haired man rolled his eyes with aggravation. He hated the fact that Ravias, Toris, Natalia, Katyusha, and Eduard all asked the Russian man what they could and could not do. He believed that Ivan had far too much control over them. Eduard highly disagreed.
"Mister Braginski," the blonde called, "Do you mind if Gilbert and I go out for a walk?"
As Eduard spoke, the Russian man came into view.
"Of course not. Have fun," he said with a grimace as a rubber ducky hit his head.
"Natalia, you do not throw things!"
"Bite me Katyusha! I do what I want!"
"Come back here!"
"Yeah. Okay, we are leaving now," Gilbert drawled out, grabbing Eduard's arm and dragging him out of the front door.
The two men scrambled out into the blistering cold, shivering as the freezing wind hit them in the face. Gilbert laughed softly, confusing his companion.
"Why are you laughing?"
"No reason."
They started their walk, snow crunching under their feet as they did so. After a few minutes of silence, Gilbert coughed with a slight tint of red in his face. Without a word, he reached over and intertwined his fingers with Eduard's. This caused the other man to smile and look over at the silver haired man. Gilbert merely turned his head, staring in front of him, still blushing. They continued their walk like that, hand in hand, fighting off the cold.
A/N: I SUCK. I don't even know. This sucked a lot. I'm SO sorry. Please comment though?