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Prussia woke up on something soft. Smiling he snuggled deeper into its warmth. His bed had never been this comfortable before. He could smell Germany making some food in the kitchen. It smelled delicious, it must be a special occasion, he wondered what it was. With a happy sigh he shifted and stretched. Halfway through something heavy attached to his wrist stopped his right arm.

His eyes snapped open and he looked at his wrist. A heavy metal chain attached it to the bed that he realized wasn't his. For a moment he panicked, having no idea where he was. Then the familiar ache settled in his chest and he remembered. He was at Russia's place, his prisoner. He wasn't in the cell though, he was in an actual room. The walls were a bare grey but there was a window facing the snow-covered world outside. Slowly he sat up and realized he had new clothes too. Instead if the old, cold prisoner garb he had a jacket with gloves and socks.

The chain allowed him to stand and walk a short distance away from the bed. He went to the window and looked out. The light reflecting off the snow hurt his eyes, but he didn't look away. How he missed the colors of his home. The blue skies, rolling green hills, sparkling rivers, he even missed the brown buildings. Everything in Russia was either white or grey. Even the sun, when it came out from behind the clouds. He felt sorry for Russia, all he had was this white and grey world. Maybe that was why he was so harsh...

Prussia scoffed at himself. Since when did he feel sorry for Russia? It was mostly his fault they lost the war. Joining the Allies, the traitor. Not to mention taking him away from Germany. Russia didn't deserve anything but hate. His thoughts were interrupted by the clicking noise of the door. He turned and saw it swing open as Estonia walked in, his arms full. It took a moment for Prussia to register that they were full of food. With wide eyes he watched as Estonia placed it all on the floor.

"Is this all for me?" He asked with his stomach rumbling.

"Most of it," Estonia said, "but Russia insisted that we eat with you. He's the one who ordered this food."

"Russia?" Prussia repeated in disbelief.

Estonia nodded, just as disbelieving as Prussia. "The one and only. He also told me to tell you he wouldn't be eating with us, he's busy."

Prussia hardly heard him, and if he did he probably wouldn't have cared. He sat down and picked up a drumstick. The thought that this might be poisoned crossed his mind, but the promise of food was too tempting.

"You should probably take it slow," Estonia said, also sitting, "If you eat too fast you'll puke."

"At this point I don't really care." He took a bite of the tender meat, sighing in pleasure. He swallowed it slowly, enjoying the warmth that spread throughout his body. He took more bites, devouring it as if he hadn't eaten in days. This wasn't necessarily true, he had eaten in the cell, but it was disgusting prison muck that refused to stay in his stomach. This was real food, and he was loving it.

He was on his second buttery roll when Latvia walked in. He smiled at Prussia and sat down. "Hello, Prussia," he greeted, "I see you've gotten very skinny."

"Latvia," Estonia scolded.

"Well I'll get fat again once I eat all this food," Prussia joked, shoving the roll in his mouth.

Estonia smiled as Latvia laughed and began eating. He was glad to see Prussia like his old self again. "Latvia," he asked, "Where is Lithuania? Isn't he also eating with us?"

"Yeah," Latvia replied absently, "He just had to go talk to someone."

"Who?" he asked.

Latvia shrugged. "I don't know, he didn't say."

Estonia thought this strange but was distracted by Prussia. "Prussia, really, slow down. You'll make yourself sick."

Prussia paused mid-bite. "The awesome me can't get sick! I once ate eight whole mega-brats in a row! This is nothing."

Shaking his head and laughing, Estonia decided not to mention that he had gotten sick the very next day.

Ta-da! Yep there it is, Prussia. He was fun to write. Hopefully the next one will be up tomorrow, no promises though. I have a big dress rehearsal that will take up most of my day, but I will try to update!

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