I had a slight case of writer's block and... well... this kinda just wrote itself. Lol boredom does odd things to my mind.
First off, my information is probably inaccurate. I haven't watched the anime in a while. So bear with me on this one. I also realize that this may or may not make sense to you. And it's very short. Sorry. XD
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NO HETALIA CHARACTERS, NOR THE SERIES. SADLY.
A fathomlessly pale sky stretched as far as the eye could see. A light snow dusted the ground. The tall white picket fence behind the two country personas proved an excellent thing to lean against. A chilled breeze blew Prussia's short hair. Russia, who stood idly next to him, stuffed his gloved hands into his pockets.
"If you're here to ask me about returning to your household, the answer is a no."
Russia cast a disturbingly calm gaze to the gorgeous Prussian standing next to him; the beautiful, self-centered Prussian.
"We made a good team. Let's start over."
Prussia shut his eyes.
"I've made my decision. I'm staying with Germany."
Russia found himself inches from Prussia's face in the next moment.
"You are worried about dying, aren't you? I could keep that from happening," Russia whispered.
Prussia shoved the Russian away and turned away.
"Who told you that?"
Russia smiled. He knew that would tug at a heartstring.
"Why, Germany of course."
Prussia's beautiful onyx red eyes widened.
"Why did you talk to him about that?"
Russia was quiet for a moment. Prussia didn't like that. He didn't like that short pause at all.
"We had an agreement that you wouldn't drag Germany into this," He hissed. He loathed Russia with all his being, and having a Russian interact with his Germany pissed him off.
"I didn't drag him into this. I simply talked with him for a little while."
Prussia sighed, which caused a light puff of steam in the freezing air.
"I'm afraid of dying, yes. But I don't plan on living forever, either."
Russia raised his eyebrows. But at the same time a grin tugged at the ends of his mouth
"And you'll leave Germany all alone?"
It was Prussia's turn to smirk.
"I'll pass on my strength to Germany. Then you'll have to watch out for him…"
Russia nodded. This was an interesting thing to learn.
"But for now… I'm here to protect him," Prussia said softly, looking up at the sky.
Speak of the devil, thought Russia as he spotted a certain blonde walking up the road.
Prussia, following Russia's gaze, let all the muscles in his face relax. Although the perverted smirk on Russia's face tempted him to scream.
"Touch him, and you die."
Russia let his smirk fade, and he held his hands up in defeat.
"Alright, alright."
Once Germany had noticed the two men standing there, he quickened his pace as though if he rushed past and pretended they weren't there, he wouldn't be noticed.
Prussia, however, reached out and grabbed his younger brother's shoulder.
"And where is my little West going?"
Germany sighed.
"Just heading home, Brudder…"
Russia chuckled.
"I'm surprised Germany isn't the elder of you two. He's at least 2 inches taller than you, Prussia."
Prussia sprouted a tick vein.
"He's healthier than I am, okay? C'mon, West; we're outta here…" Prussia said, putting an arm around Germany's shoulder and briskly walking off with his little brother underarm. Literally.
"Uh, Brudder…? I really don't wanna get on Russia's bad side…" Germany said quietly, glancing back at Russia.
"Don't worry. As long as I'm around, he can't touch you…" Prussia said, putting his other arm across Germany's torso as they continued walking.
AWWW... 8'D
Review? Maybe I'll write some more stuff like this if I get enough feedback!