Gilbert wasn't sure if he should be pissed at himself, or at Ivan.

Gilbert had woken up by starting to sneeze violently, due to Ivan's soft breathing through the others hair, making the dust that had settled in it fly out over his face, and been drawn into his nose as he would breath softly in and out during his sleep.

It also made Gilbert's face feel dirty, so he took the liberty of wiping his face into Ivan's scarf, which he had borrowed yesterday.

It was pretty cold for his hands to even reach up from the blankets, so he quickly pulled them down under again.

Gilbert took a glance back at the person he was sitting on, and noticed he was still asleep, his head hanging limply down, as it has nothing to support itself to, as Gilbert had moved to wipe his face.

Said Gilbert simply moved his head back, letting the Russian sleep until he woke up... Or else he had to sing a song or whatever, to wake him up.

And at the moment, Dance With Me by Max Raabe played in his mind until it it left echoes inside of his skull. Gilbert rather doubted Ivan would appreciate being woken up by such an annoying song. And anyway, there was no way Gilbert was able to sing like that dude.

He was a freaking opera singer! And Gilbert didn't want to scream out the tones, it would surely doom them both right in the bed they where sitting in!

Ivan's head bobbed a bit to the side, the Russian grumbling something in his sleep.

The guy looked like a kid who was sleeping at the moment.

Though he looked kinda peaceful..

Like Ludwig, Gilbert's younger brother, whenever he was asleep. Though luckily, Ivan didn't drool like Ludwig did.

And it was a good thing, considering Ivan rested his heavy head on Gilbert's. His hair would be ruined if something wet mixed itself with the dust.

Not that it was his greatest concerns, but it was a concern worthy of thinking about!

Gilbert laid his head head, not caring how the Russian's head would move, and rested his head on the others shoulder. He looked up to the ceiling, and started seeing patterns in the rock, like faces he was familiar with, and other things that he liked.

Especially food.

Ice-cream, Wurst, you name it.

Ivan moved his head, most likely not really sure where he was going about with his head, and let it rest loosely, and almost touching, at Gilbert's neck, his head hanging slightly limp again.

A single crack broke Gilbert out of his thoughts, as he looked around, cautious that it might could have been the ceiling, or any other part of the mine.

But... It was simply too close to be them mine...

He took a suspicious glance over to Ivan, and nudged his head with the side of head, his lips touching Ivan's slightly as he did so, and heard another crack, coming directly from the Russian's neck. Sighing, Gilbert mustered his throat, and started to wiggle, to then slightly struggle onto the Russian, trying to shake him away, or maybe press down at his leg or something, to try and wake him up.

And he was successful.

Ivan grunted, sounding like a bear waking up from it's slumber, as he slowly raises his head, stroking against Gilbert's, whom haven't moved his head much, and looked around, his eyelids heavy, and with black circles around his eyes.

"What...?"

His voice was slurry, and it sounded like he had something stuck in his throat.

"Morning, sleepy head. Time to wake up to the sound of music."

Gilbert said, and cleared his throat in the most silent way he could, and started singing on a slow, steady song, silently as he could.

Ivan seemed to need some time to regain his thoughts, and was about to open his mouth, but didn't. Instead, he caught on, and smiled, rather amused that the other man beside him actually did it as Ivan asked him to.

Not that it was a common problem, it was just that Ivan didn't really expect it. Gilbert seemed more like the independent guy.

However, Ivan didn't know how wrong he was..

As Gilbert was finished with his song, he looked over the Russian over him, and smirked, rather eager to get to work today.

"So... What's for breakfast?"

"Simple sandwiches. I'll get up and make some, if you could move."

"What if I don't wanna move?"

Ivan looked up to the other from the bags of food he had been staring at for a few moments.

"Well, then there'll be no breakfast for you."

"Fine, fine! I'll get off you."

Gilbert said, as he started to move slightly, and as he was about to get to his feet, the cold bit onto him hard, and he plopped down again onto the Russian, right at his crotch, causing the Russian to hiss in pain.

"I'm staying. Carry me."

"C-could you maybe move a bit... You're sitting on my dick..."

Gilbert looked back at him, and grinned.

"Naah, it'll be much more easier for you to carry me. Besides, does it matter so much? I mean, we're friends, right?"

"I believe people that are more than just friends sit on each other like this..."

"Oh, quit whining. I'm too awesome to be /that/ heavy."

Ivan sighed, rather heavily, as he wiggled his arms down the tangle of clothes and legs, and got a grip on Gilbert's bottom, and lifted him off him, which caused Gilbert's cheek to flush bright red.

"That was a no touching zone!"

Ivan simply sighed, and got up quickly before Gilbert could move onto him again, and patted his head, wrapping the blankets around him again.

"You asked for it."

He said with a smile, that was truly kind, but Gilbert couldn't help but to stick out his tongue.

Being hungry often made Gilbert kind of childish, it seemed...

"Whatever!"

Gilbert said, and turned away, hiding half his face in his blanket. He stared at the Russian as he started to cut the bread.

He held the bread in his hand, right under where he cut..

If he continued on, he would-..

Yep, he just cut himself.

However, Ivan seemed to take it more calmly than Gilbert did, as he simply reached over to his pockets, and pulled out a handkerchief, wrapping it around his, to then resume the food making.

Gilbert, however, got worried, as he stared at him, but keeping his mouth shut.

Every drop of blood spilled would drain the Russian's life away. And his current life spawn was quite bad already, considering that his wounds had not healed too well, and that there was pools of dried blood by the entrance...

Which reminded Gilbert of something he wanted to ask the Russian...

"Hey, how long are you planning that we work today?"

Ivan looked up from the food, and replied as he looked down again, resuming his work.

"All day. The mountain is growing colder, and more fragile... If there is a warmer day tomorrow, we might have a problem digging... So we need to quicken out pace when it comes to removing rocks."

All day... Great, just great..

But Gilbert knew why, so he accepted it.

"Fine. But can we at least eat sometimes...? I don't wanna starve."

"That's why I'm making extra food today, to bring in to the entrance. It's better that we eat and work."

Gilbert shrugged, nodding in the progress.

"Alright."

Ivan stood up, finally done with the food, as he looked to the other.

"Bring the hack and the gloves, and we'll start."

"Yeah, sure..."

Heading to the entrance, the two men got to work as soon as they arrived. They shared Ivan's pair of gloves as always, Ivan using the right glove to cover up his wound, since it is it he had at the moment.

The rocks where ice cold, and it hurt to touch them with their bare hands.

Ivan knew it would be hell for Gilbert, but this time, it was best not to offer the second glove to him.

Instead, he offered Gilbert his coat, which the other accepted with a grin, because it was his turn to stay on the top of the rock heap, to drag out and hack away stone carefully, and giving them to Ivan.

You could believe the rock would heat up to the man's skin before getting to Ivan, but the intense cold and wind from the outside froze the rock as soon as Gilbert let it aside to be picked up.

By the time the sun was about to hide in behind the mountains outside, Ivan and Gilbert had proceeded far less than they had hoped for.

This, because a slight give in up at the ceiling caused some rocks to fall over Gilbert, and make him tumble down the heap.

Ivan had to dig him out of a thin layer of rock and dirt, and helped him up.

"Go rest, Gilbert... You hit your head pretty badly..."

"Nope. I'm securing the ceiling before more stuff happens."

Ivan couldn't disagree. It was something they had to do anyway.

"Give me the second glove. I'm freaking freezing.."

Being given the second glove, Ivan sighed, blowing some hot air onto his bare hands, before removing the handkerchief, and starting to remove the rocks which had tumbled down with Gilbert, occasionally giving Gilbert some rocks and wood to steady the ceiling.

It took about 4 hours with careful work, but they where finally done.

"Now we go rest."

Ivan mumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets, shivering slightly.

Gilbert, who climbed down from the heap supported himself on Ivan's shoulder, before nodding silently, going to the hole they had created.

Ivan followed after, looking back one to make sure there wasn't more work to do. He was a bit worried about the ceiling still...

They headed straight to bed.

Gilbert sat down, and was handed a sandwich by Ivan, which he eagerly ate up, being hungry after a long day lying on his tummy and back, on rocky ground.

Something that Gilbert considered worse than training, since it was so goddamned hard to try and restrain himself from relaxing on the rocks, because it would hurt like fuck.

Like lying on a needle mat.

But now he could rest.

He plucked off the gloves from his hands, and placed them on the table, looking to Ivan as he finally sat down beside him. He was munching a sandwich as well, his hands shaky.

Gilbert stared at the hands, before wolfing down his sandwich, moving towards the wall, and lying down there, wrapping the blankets around him.

Ivan, as if he knew automatically what do to, laid the coat over him, as he slipped in beside him, wrapping a blanket over himself and Gilbert. He looked to him for a minute, and his eyes met Gilbert's.

None could really tell what the other was thinking. But out from their stare, it seemed like they where interested in it.

"Now hug around me."

Ivan nodded, and did as he was told, bringing his arm out for Gilbert to rest on. Gilbert did so, and soon, he laid against Ivan's chest. He smelt awfully much like strawberry jam, and some kind of smell that made Gilbert feel more cosy and comfortable.

Said, well smelling man hugging around Gilbert, let his nose nuzzle into his hair, and sighed heavily.

"Hey, cut it. I sneeze when you touch my hair."

Ivan nodded silently, and rested his head against the pillow instead, looking out, worried still for the ceiling.

"Goodnight."

Gilbert mumbled, and he was looking up at Ivan to do the same.

And said man nodded, and smiled.

"Goodnight."

And so Gilbert rested his head in Ivan's chest, and fell asleep rather quickly.

Ivan, however, laid awake for a while...

Still worried for the ceiling...