II.
After the meeting, Russia wandered outside, wondering if the bus that he'd caught that morning was anywhere around. He didn't see it, and it didn't seem like it was coming any time soon, so Russia started walking home. Actually, he should probably buy bigger pants while he was out. And a belt. And maybe some food for dinner? But he'd have to carry it all, so maybe not. Just the things that wouldn't be too bulky to carry.
An obnoxious car horn pulled Russia from his thoughts on what he had to do. When he looked around to find the source, and equally obnoxious laugh joined in with the horn.
Of course. Gilbert.
Prussia rolled down the window of his Trabant and, still smirking in an unpleasant way, said,"You look like an absolute idiot walking! Get in the car."
Russia, who felt he could easily take Prussia if it came to it, got in the car. "Thank you."
Prussia rolled his eyes. "Don't thank me, asshole. You look beyond stupid trying to walk along the side of the road. You just going home?"
"Ah, no, I needed to run some errands."
"Well see, it would have been dumb of you to try without a car. Where do you need to go?"
Russia told him, and asked, "Why do you care?"
Prussia stared at the road. "You didn't tell me to shut up or go away earlier. And weren't we hanging out?"
Russia blinked. "I was being nice. And I invited you to dinner, that's all."
Prussia's grip tightened on the wheel. "Oh."
Had he done something wrong? He didn't think so..."What do you want for dinner?"
"I don't care," Prussia mumbled. He fumbled for the radio, and suddenly the car was filled with loud music and people screaming in German, with Prussia screaming along with them.
Russia's house wasn't in the best of shape. It wasn't as bad as it had been, but it had certainly seen better days. He felt a little embarrassed before he remembered who he was with. Then he forgot to care.
He walked inside, ready to put everything away. Prussia trailed along behind him, looking distant and a bit like he wasn't sure what to do with himself. When Russia turned to look directly at him, though, he stood up straight and put on an expression that fell somewhere between "I Have Better Things to Do" and "I'm Just Humoring You, Really".
"I have to go upstairs to take care of some things. Please don't destroy anything."
"Right. Like there's anything worth breaking here anyhow," Prussia scoffed, "You don't even have anything cool to do."
"I have Tetris."
"Of course you do."
Russia went upstairs to change into something that didn't hurt every time he tried to walk, or breath, or do anything at all, really. When he came back downstairs to put the groceries and whatnot in the kitchen, he noticed a large suitcase by the door, a laptop open on the couch, and no Prussia. Oh, well.
It turned out Prussia was just in Russia's kitchen, raiding his fridge. "You've got way more food in your house than West. It all sucks."
"Why is there a suitcase by my door?"
Prussia straightened up and looked uncomfortable. "Ah...West kicked me out. For a while. Not long. Maybe."
"And you think you can stay here."
"Well, um, yeah? It's not like you don't have room. You probably won't even see me."
But Russia would hear him. He liked liveliness, sure, but there was a limit. Prussia exceeded that limit every time he opened his mouth. On the other hand...
Russia really was tired of all those jabs at his weight. Maybe if there was another...big-boned country-thing the comments would stop? And here, standing in his kitchen and eating his food, was an opportunity. Russia was not fond of missing those.
"Of course you can stay!" Russia smiled broadly. "You can even have the room you used to use when you stayed over, if you want."
"Ah, no. I think I'll pass. I'll find another to use."
A/N: I've been working on the third chapter for ages it'll come out sometime I promise. I don't know where I want it to go. Maybe it won't really go anywhere. Who knows.