"Fine." Prussia sighed still leaving the soup there just in case. He wasn't going to put it away until it was cold.
"I'll eat it later...How does that sound?"
"Better."
"Good." Russia sighed.
"Is there anything else you would like?" he asked kind of bored but didn't want to leave Russia's side.
"For you to stay with me." He said smiling.
"That's easy." Prussia said smiling back down at him. Russia's smile grew at that. "What?" he asked seeing his smile grow.
"Nothing, I'm just glad..." He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close.
"Good." he mused wrapping his arms around him. Russia smiled wider and buried his face in his neck. Prussia kept his smile and looked around the room.
"Having you with me really comes in handy right about now." He murmured.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Because, you keep me warm, you attempt to get me to eat, and you just stay with me." Russia said softly.
"Well that's what you're supposed to do if someone is sick." he said thinking like it was nothing.
"...It means a lot to me though..." He mumbled.
"That's the goal." Prussia said.
"Then you're more or less there."
"Yeah, getting there."
"You'll kind of be there soon, besides the whole trying to get me to eat thing." Russia smiled a bit.
"Well I got you to agree to eat later."
"How do you know?" He asked with a smile.
"Ass." Prussia mumbled.
"You still love me." He kissed his forehead, smiling widely.
"Yeah, I do." he said smiling back.
Russia rested his head on his shoulder, pulling him closer. "Good."
"How are you feeling right now anyway?"
"A lot better..." I guess...
"I hope so..." Prussia mumbled.
"I bet you do." Prussia wasn't even going to ask how he came to believe that and kept silent. "What do you want to do?" Russia asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Whatever you want." Since he was sick he should choose.
"You decide."
"You, you're the one that's sick." Prussia stated.
"So what if I'm sick?"
"Just choose."
"...I don't know...watch a movie? I don't really care." Russia sighed.
"Okay then sounds like a movie." he said getting up. Russia shrugged and got up to follow Prussia. Prussia went over and picked a movie really fast and turned it on. Russia sat on the couch, and leaned back against the back, closing his eyes. Prussia walked over as the movie started and went over to the couch sitting next to Russia. Russia wrapped his arms around Prussia almost instantly, leaning against him. Prussia slung his arm over his shoulder letting him lean into him.
Russia smiled and rested his head against Prussia. Prussia watched the movie but would randomly glance at the Russian smiling a bit. Russia looked back at the movie, not really paying attention. He pulled Prussia onto his lap and maneuvered himself so that they were lying on the couch.
Prussia wasn't even surprised by the movement and just laid his head on his chest snuggling closer. Russia smiled and wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him close. Prussia began tracing a finger up and down his arm slowly very comfortable. Russia smiled and kissed the top of his head, rubbing his sides. Prussia smiled and continued gliding his finger up and down his arm. Russia tilted his head and poked him in the sides. Prussia frowned ceasing his movement. "What?"
"Nothing, I just felt like poking you."
"Oh..."
"Why? Still don't like it?" Russia asked.
"Just not used to it..."
"I like it because you hate it so much." He smiled.
"Figured..." Prussia said rolling his eyes.
"The way you react makes it fun..." He smiled.
Prussia looked up at him frowning a bit. "You just love picking on me."
"Yes, it's just so much fun." He smiled. Prussia's eye twitched before moving to look at the TV again. Russia slowly ran his fingers through Prussia's hair, staring at the screen. Prussia really wasn't paying attention to the movie but was listening more to his breathing and heard it was more natural than before. Russia smiled and lightly stroked his cheek, before he poked him with his other hand.
"Ass."
"Pansy."
"Jerk." Prussia stated.
"Spaz."
"Tyrant."
"Then that means you're my slave." Russia smiled a bit.
"No I'm not."
"Apparently, yes."
"No, I'm not." Prussia argued.
"Mm-hm."
"How?" he strained really annoyed.
"Because I said so." Russia answered.
"Well I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No I'm fucking not." snapped Prussia.
"Well, you are mine."
"I'm yours but that doesn't mean I'm a fucking slave. Slaves do whatever their 'master', I don't even call you that say and are mostly chained up during their life." he explained sitting up to glare at him.
Russia put his hands on Prussia's cheeks and kissed him. "The chains can be arranged." He said with a wide smile, not even taking him seriously.
Prussia's eye twitched and he pulled away slightly, "Hell no." Russia just smiled widely at him. "No." he said sternly.
"If you were a slave, you wouldn't have a say in the matter."
"Well I'm not, so I do."
"You still don't have a say...actually...you were the one who suggested it..." Russia pointed out.
"I didn't suggest it and I do too have a say."
"I'm just letting you think you have a say." He smiled. Prussia began to pull away not wanting to be near him right now. Russia put a hand on his face and held him by the waist. "I'm not being serious. I've pretty much let you have a say in most things, haven't I?"
"Yeah..." he agreed stopping his movements looking down at him.
"You are so easily pissed off..."
"Shut up." Prussia growled lying his head back down on his chest.
"And if I say no?"
"Then I'd have to deal with you."
"I have to deal with you, so that make us even." stated Russia.
"Yep."
Russia stared at him for a minute. "...I don't understand you."
"How this time?" asked Prussia.
"...I just don't..." Prussia shrugged it off. "It's not a bad thing...most of the time." Prussia saw the movie had ended but didn't say anything not really wanting to move. Russia glanced at the screen and then ignored it, pulling Prussia closer.
"Don't really want to move." he thought out loud.
"Neither do I." Prussia stayed laying on him and decided to try to think of what he could do when he was bored. Russia moved back a little so that the backs of his shoulder rested on the arm of the couch, and so that he was seated up a little bit. He closed his eyes, tilting his head so it rested on the back of the couch. Prussia looked up at him for a second and looked back down smiling slightly. Russia rubbed his side, going into thought as he traced his finger lightly, his hand under Prussia's shirt. Prussia let his hand go up and down his arm again. Russia smiled a bit at that, running his fingers through Prussia's hair with the other hand. Prussia smiled and kept up his action. Russia opened his eyes and stared at Prussia for a minute, some fondness on his face, before he closed his eyes again.
For some reason, I like it better like this... Prussia moved to where his head was looking into the couch instead of at the TV. Russia moved the hand that was on Prussia's head to his lower back to rub his other side. Prussia moved his head again to rest his chin on his chest to look at him before pecking his lips then rested his head on his chest again. Russia smiled and moved his hand to brush Prussia's bangs out of his face. He suddenly smiled wider and started using both hands to try to spike up Prussia's hair, grinning when it stayed. He found another entertaining thing about his toy. Prussia's eye twitched and looked at him, "What the hell?" He began using his hands to put his hair back to its original messy state.
Russia grabbed his hands and pulled them away from his head. "Don't put it down yet, this is entertaining."
His eye twitched again, "I don't like it like this, at all."
"It's not going to stay like this, relax." Prussia frowned at him and shook his head hard to get it to go down faster. "No..." Russia frowned and started spiking it again.
Prussia stopped and glared at him. "Fine, but only for a few fucking minutes." Russia grinned, happy he got his way. He was very entertained by all of this. Prussia moved to where he was sitting on his legs and crossed his arms staring at the wall. Ass... Russia spiked up his hair for a while, and then he smiled and started smoothing it back down to the way it was. He could play with it all night, but he was going to give the Prussian a break, there were always chances to spike it up. Prussia stared at him knowing that wasn't going to be the end but sighed and lied back down. Too relaxing to pass up... He put his arms around him and rested his head on chest again. Russia smiled and rubbed his side, holding him by the waist with his other arm. Prussia just relaxed on him trying not to think or do anything knowing that Russia was pretty much already recovered since he could be an ass so well. Russia closed his eyes and moved a hand to his mouth, trying to hold back a cough. He let a small stream out, and then sighed. "Would you take more medicine if I brought it?" he asked. Russia shook his head and put his arm around his waist again, keeping his eyes closed. "Figured..." he mumbled not even attempting to move.
"Then why did you ask?"
"I can try."
"Nope." smiled Russia.
"Won't stop me."
"Not much can stop you."
"Not much..." agreed Prussia
"That's one thing I love..." And hate. "About you."
"Aww, and I thought it was just because I was Awesome, because Awesomeness can do that."
"I told you that was a rare occurrence." sighed Russia.
"Pfft." he said waving it off.
"You 'pfft'." Prussia stuck his tongue out at him. Russia smiled and pulled him into a kiss. Prussia kissed him back putting a hand on his neck. Russia pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as he did so. Prussia ran his hand through his hair kissing him deeply and nibbled on his lip lightly. Russia opened his mouth and traced his fingers lightly up and down his spine, slowly. Prussia moved his tongue slowly into his mouth rubbing against his tongue lightly as he began to play with a couple strands of hair. Russia lightly rubbed against his tongue, continuing his light movements against his spine. Prussia shivered freezing his actions for a couple seconds before continuing and making the kiss rougher. Russia smiled and moved a hand to the back of Prussia's head, adding more pressure to the kiss and he made it just as he rubbed his tongue harder against his. Prussia smirked slightly and followed his intensity pushing closer to him. Russia tangled his fingers in his hair, adding a little more pressure with his tongue.