A/N: And now for something completely different. (i.e. I'm cold, I'm cranky, and this makes me feel better.)
Shiver
It was not cold out.
Ludwig Beilschmidt was not cold.
Therefore, he did not need a jacket.
Because he certainly was not shivering.
Italy was smaller, and handled the cold even worse than he did.
So when the smaller nation 'derped' (America's wording, not his) and left his coat...somewhere, of course he thought nothing of surrendering his own to prevent Italy from freezing. (And whining. And crying. And talkingtalkingtalking. Anything to shut him up.)
He was fine anyway.
Plus, it gave him a cheap thrill to see Romano positively fume over his brother in a German jacket.
Seriously though, it wasn't even that cold outside.
America was only wearing his bomber jacket because it was 'badass' (America's wording, not his.)
And just look at Russia! He was laughing at something the American said and taking his massive, fur-lined, probably warm coat off.
...Stupid Russian.
This was probably like summer weather to him.
But he wasn't bitter.
That was too close to bitter cold.
And Ludwig Beilschmidt was not cold.
He certainly was not shivering.
In fact, he was so busy not-shivering, that he almost got knocked into by a fuming America;ranting about one thing or another. Germany dodged to the side and automatically went to apologize when weight suddenly dropped onto his shoulders; courtesy of Russia's large hands.
" Do not apologize to him, Lyudya," those hands gave his shoulders a comforting squeeze, then slid off as he walked on. " You almost ran over my German friend, America. I see you have as much in the way of manners as you do oil. Which is to say, none at all, da?"
America's outrage could be heard three blocks over. Even through the winter weather.
But Ludwig Beilschmidt didn't mind it.
Because he was not cold.
He certainly was not shivering.
The massive, fur-lined, probably warm coat was definitely warm though.