Himayura Hidekaz owns Axis Power Hetalia

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE! Thank you. I also may have some historical things confused... Sorry 'bout that. ^w^;; I'm trying as hard as I can, though.

APHAPHAPH

He found Prussia in his personal "library," reading a German-to-Russian book he has gotten recently. Russia's smile spread from ear to ear at the sight.

"Isn't this a pleasant sight?"

"Hm?" Prussia looked up at the tall nation. "What do you want?"

"Just to see what you were doing, just in case."

"Just in case" what?"

"Just in case you were trying to escape, of course!" Russia noticed a piece of paper that Prussia was writing cyrillic(1) on it. "Лeиcтyфил? Лигpcтyгл?"

"What?"

Russia pointed to one jumble of characters. "Лeиcтyфил." He pointed to the other. "Лигpcтyгл. What were you trying to spell out?"

"Chair."(2)

"Chair?" He studied the two "words" for a second before smiling. "Председатель."

"And that's why I'm trying to teach myself Russian." Prussia stated sarcastically.

"No, I mean, that's chair in Russian. I don't know what you're trying to do exactly, but it doesn't mean I'm not happy to see you trying."

"I'm only trying because you and the others would say things in Russian and I can't understand if it's about me or not!"

"It would help for someone to teach you how to pronounce the cyrillic before trying to use it."

"It says it right here in the book, actually. That's why I was trying to spell "chair" twice, to see if I get it or not."

"No, you do not, yet."

"Thanks, jackass! Now I kn-" Prussia was cut off by a harsh slap to his face. A red mark was printed on his skin.

"Do I need to teach you some manners instead tonight?"

"I think it's you that needs to learn some manners." Prussia shot a deadly glare at the Russia.

"I'll take that as a yes! But first, it's lunch time!"

Prussia sighed. "No! I don't need to learn "manners!" Prussia protested, but the Russian ignored him and dragged him to the dining room by his wrist.

Lunch was quiet and awkward. Well, awkward for Prussia, atleast, but he could always break the silence if he wanted to. Besides, he's been wondering something ever since he could think about anything besides how unawesome he felt when he had the cold.

"Why do you have medical things, like IV's and..." He was about to say "gurneys," but he remembered that Latvia wasn't there at the time, and he didn't want to alarm the tiny nation. "-Bandages." He said instead.

"Well, we're not human, so we can't die as easily as humans can. Lithuania read all of the hospital and anatomy-related books in this house when he was bored." That, and Russia told him to, just in case, but he didn't say that. "And I had some medical training myself, so depending on the situation, we'll just do whatever is needed here."

"Depending on the situation?" Prussia repeated.

"Yes, sometimes if it's life threatening to humans, but not to nations, we'll just do whatever we have to here. Oh, and while we're on the topic, you're getting your tonsils taken out, when was that again, Lithuania?"

"Next week, Tuesday."

"What?" Prussia took a quick glance over at Latvia. "Why?" He asked, knowing full well why, but not wanting to worry Latvia. He has a soft spot for cute nations, sometimes, and he was the cutest Prussia has seen in a week.

Russia's usual smile got bigger when he noticed how Prussia was worrying about his little Baltic nation. "Sometimes I hear you snore at night..." He lied. "The way you snore, it sounds like you're having trouble breathing. I don't want you to choke in your sleep."

"Huh. I didn't know that." The German simply said. He would only look up to take quick glances at the Latvian.

"After lunch, you'll be doing the dishes with Lithuania." Russia said, suddenly changing the subject. "Afterwords, Lithuania will show you where the cleaning supplies are, so you can finally help out with the house work."

There was a pause, before Prussia hummed a quiet "Mmm-hm." Trying to sound like he wasn't actually listening.

"Do you understand?"

"Mmm yep." 'Whatever. It's not like there's anything else to do here.'

After he finished with his lunch, Prussia started doing the dishes before everyone was done eating, just trying to keep away from the Russian, who chuckled.

"I'm happy to see your enthusiasm to help out, but next time, wait at the table for everyone else to finish eating. It's only polite."

Prussia didn't say anything. He just continued to wash whatever he could until he was finished and had no other choice but to sit down and wait on everyone anyway. When everyone was finally done, Prussia rushed the dishes to the sink before starting to clean them. Again, also trying to avoid Russia. Plus, the sound of running water gave him an excuse to ignore his words.

Once he was done, he followed Lithuania to a door. "You can find what you need in this closet." He said quietly before leaving to do his own chores.

"Um... Thanks?" Prussia tried saying before Lithuania left.

Prussia never really did any cleaning up for anyone but himself, (especially his bookcases filled with his journals, that were left behind) but atleast doing something keeps his mind off of unwanted thoughts. Well, for the most part.

He decided, after dinner, he'd hide someplace. Any place. Right now, he'll clean in rooms and small areas- hopefully small enough to fit him inside. So far, though, the best place he could find was the private bathroom in the room he was in for the first few days.

It could work, though. He could lock the door to the room, shove the bed infront of it, and then lock himself up in the bathroom. Or, if he could find a painting long enough, and a closet door that opens out, he could barricade the door with it.

"Gilbert! Dinner will be ready soon, so come down in about ten minutes!" Lithuania called up the stairs.

'Already? I guess time flies when you're making plans...' Prussia thought. "Okay!"

This could work out for him. He went from room to room, locking the doors. Hopefully making Russia spend more time looking for him, and maybe, just possibly giving up for the day. Then he could run off when he figures that they would all be asleep.

He went down the stairs, seeing Latvia at the bottom of them.

"Um... Latvia, right?"

The Latvian jumped and turned around, shaking. "Y-Ye-Yes s-sir... It-It is..."

"You don't have to be so nervous and formal around me..."

"S-Sorry s-sir..."

Prussia sighed and reached over to pet the small nation's hair, but he flinched and started screaming.

"Russia!"

"What? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! I-If it's about the soup, I didn't mean to hurt y-"

"N-N-No... I'm sorry, it isn't you, just..." A pair of strong, large arms wrapped around him. Latvia backed up into the Russian's chest.

"It's about someone else, да?"

"What does that have to do with..." Prussia's eyes widen. "What did he do to you...?" He whispered, not really expecting an answer.

Latvia hid his face in Russia's jacket. Russia rubbed his red-suited back in reassurance.

APHAPHAPHAPH

Next chapter is actually going to be kind of a side-chapter about Latvia and WWII.

(1) Russian alphebet.

(2) "Chair" in German is "Lehrstuhl."

Л makes a "L" sound. "и" makes an "ee" sound, and so on.