"Ludwig, be careful!"
"I'm being fine, Ivan." The German sighed.
"You're too rough!" Ivan hissed
"You're just being a child, honestly, I'm being as gentle as I can."
"You're going to rip it!"
"My god, Ivan. It's bad enough that you never let me wash the damn thing, it's not like it's made of glass. Just trust me, liebe." Ludwig lifted his blue-eyed gaze.
"I do." The Russian grumbled, handing over his scarf carefully, "I trust you too much."