Prussia didn't get any kisses whenever they were in bed. He didn't mind though; the rough fucks and sheer violence was satisfying for him. It made him feel alive after all this time, especially during the times he'd snark back only to be dominated with more force again. Russia had been a ruthless slave driver but as long as Prussia got to his climax and the bruises like battle scars would eventually fade from his pale skin, he was okay.

He liked it that way in all honesty. Absolutely no emotional attachment but raw animalistic need was just what his ego needed. Prussia would just scratch, claw, and hold on for dear life at the Siberian nation's broad back as he was ripped apart from the inside out. Suppressed screams, breathy moans, and creaking woodworks: this is how Prussia preferred it. He didn't want sweet nothings whispered to him as he was split apart; he always lashed out whenever Russia did. As a result to that, the bigger nation would exude much more power, as the albino can't help but howl in ecstatic pain.

It was just as it should be. It seemed like the perfect way to pass his time in the frozen expanse known as Russia. Prussia loathed the wall as soon as it was put up but he couldn't do much about it. Heck, the only thing major he could say that he last did was when he offered to be taken to Russia instead of West; he'd do almost anything for his blue-eyed and blond baby brother. He loved him, in an entirely platonic sense, and this was what love got him so aside from the ones he already loved- Prussia took a silent oath never to open his heart that much ever again.

That's why Prussia would pretend he didn't feel the other blond tenderly kiss all the bruises he made the previous night as if saying sorry as the albino seemed to be asleep. He'd pretend that sharing a bed with his captor was completely normal and was a strict 'business' only kind of thing. Sometimes, Prussia would be repulsed by himself; he felt dirty in a way nothing could ever cleanse him. He also pretended he didn't hear Russia. The coos and constantly mellifluous splurge of words that he didn't want to hear specifically from the man who took everything away from him. No, Prussia would never want that.

This too, shall past.

He whispered to himself like every other morning as a mundane ceiling and cold, empty bed greeted him. Prussia sat up and immediately, his lower regions screamed at him to go back to the superfluous comforts of the sheets. He ignored them as usual and limped to the shower, desperately ignoring a certain substance trickling down his ivory legs. He knew what it was but he wished he forgot already but it's hard to do so. Prussia knew this all too well, he's been on both sides after all- how can he possibly forget?

Ignorance is bliss.

The cold shower did nothing to enlighten his nerves. At the very least, the smarting of his back was somewhat relieved. Warm water could have done better but no, that luxury wouldn't be made available on this vast icy wasteland. Prussia made his way out to hall, only to find it more deserted than usual. He sighed. Russia must've done something to cause the others to hide themselves off again. He expected Lithuania to be wandering around per usual though but to his surprise, he wasn't. Instead he found a note, perfectly stuck to the white walls of the mansion.

Будьте хорошим кролика

Prussia looked at it in confusion, he understood Russian fairly well but whatever could "Be a good bunny" mean to him. He flipped it over to see that there was an arrow that pointed towards the sharp left corner down the hall. He took his time getting there to see that there was a carrot. It didn't take long for him to figure out what this was. The giant bear decided to play a little game with him, the carrot was an arrow and the arrow points north so off to the north Prussia went. There, another note awaited.

Держите прыжков, мой зайчик.

"Keep hopping, my bunny." Prussia cringed but went with it anyways, he was too awesome to back down from a challenge of this caliber. He went further north to find himself on a balcony. Prussia scanned the surroundings and saw that below him were 'rabbit tracks' making a round about to the back of the structure. He almost ran down, almost, if only it weren't for that constant blaring from his bottom side.

Почти.

Prussia rubbed his hands together. In his haste, he forgot to dress heavier for outside. However, the word "almost" presented a ray of hope for him, he would get over this soon and maybe, just maybe, he'd get the Russian bear to curl up next to him in bed for the warmth. He couldn't see any clues but he smelled something different. From all the frost invading his nostrils, it was almost hard to tell but his sense of smell was far stronger than his numbing senses of touch. He could smell, the faint scent of spring amidst the freeze.

Forward.

Crimson eyes widened as Prussia grasped to understand where he was now. It was a greenhouse full of sunflowers somehow untouched by the harsh blizzards. Of course, it was built sturdier and the lights inside were somehow blinding to his sensitive eyes but he couldn't believe it. It was like sunshine in a storm. He then sees Russia coming closer, his scarf hiding half his face so the bigger nation's expression was unreadable. Purple eyes darted to the side as gloved hands offered the albino another note. Prussia took it from him with a straight face.

Küss Mich.

He trembled a bit as he read the words. Prussia's been in the cold for too long that he almost forgot his German. He smiled, a soft smile, at the Russian who's gaze was still averted. Prussia's lips twitched into that familiar smirk as he pulled at the taller's scarf and crashed their lips together.