Prussia woke up hours later and didn't want to move, so he didn't. Russia woke up, but didn't open his eyes as he yawned and pulled Prussia closer. Prussia smiled and tightened his own grip on him. Russia opened his eyes a little and smiled a bit. Prussia didn't say anything not wanting him to believe he was awake just yet. Russia sighed a bit and yawned, closing his eyes again. Prussia smiled and opened his eyes. Russia sighed a bit, tiredly, and let go of Prussia to stretch. Prussia felt the movement and moved to look at him. Russia opened his eyes and looked at him. "Morning..." He said softly, smiling.

"Yeah, morning." Russia ran his hand through his own hair sighing. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Hm?"

"Never mind." Russia went to sit up and froze half way, propping himself up on his elbows. He blinked and pushed Prussia off of him, before he rolled onto his side, wincing. "Go easy on yourself dummkopf." Prussia said sitting up next to him.

"I hate you." He mumbled.

"I was just giving advice."

Russia rolled onto his stomach. "It's your fault."

"Yours, we already went through this..."

"Who's the one with the daring personality?" He asked, sighing.

"Who's the idiot who keeps initiating it?" asked Prussia.

"Who's the one with the fun reactions?"

"Who's the one that always twists words?"

"Who's the one who keeps saying 'Fuck you' over and over again?" Russia asked.

"I know what I'm meaning you take it wrong!"

"And you know I enjoy taking it wrong." He chuckled lightly.

"Exactly!" exclaimed Prussia.

"So what does that have to say about you? Because you say it all the time."

"I don't mean it like that."

"So?" Russia asked.

"It's yours so just deal with it."

"Your fault."

Prussia's stomach growled lightly making him forget the argument. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"Well I'm going to get something then."

"Okay." Russia said. Prussia got up and walked out of the room to the kitchen. Russia sighed, and buried his face into a pillow. Prussia just made himself a quick egg sandwich and walked back to the room. Russia looked up when he came in, and then buried his face back into the pillow.

Prussia sat down behind him and poked him taking a bite, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." It came out muffled.

"There's something wrong..." he said poking him again.

"No, there isn't." stated Russia.

"Bull shit."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but nothing's wrong."

"Better not be, because all I can imagine is a sore ass and back." explained Prussia.

"Moron."

"I'm right." he said finish off the sandwich.

"That doesn't mean you aren't an idiot." Russia said.

"Why for actually saying it straight out that you had fun last night and now paying for it." he shrugged.

"...Moron." Russia buried his face more into the pillow, feeling his face kind of get hot. Prussia kissed the back of his head before patting it. Russia lightly smacked him upside the head, as he threw back his arm. Prussia pouted and rubbed his finger lightly over his spine. Russia shivered lightly and repeated the action. Prussia smiled and ran his finger over his spine again. Russia shivered again, and mumbled into the pillow.

Prussia stole the pillow, "Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"That you're paranoid?"

"What you're mumbling." answered Prussia.

"...Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Nothing." Russia replied.

"Why can't you tell me?"

"Because it's nothing." He shrugged.

"Fine." Prussia resigned. Russia sighed a bit in relief and grabbed another pillow to bury his face in. Prussia hit the pillow over his head lightly leaving it near his head before staring at the wall. Russia grumbled at the hit, and muttered obscenities in Russian. Prussia smiled and continued to stare at the wall. Russia went to smack Prussia in the head, but missed, and flailed his arm for a minute, trying to hit him. Prussia scooted away at each attempt smirking and laughing a bit, "Kesesesese..." This was hilarious, why didn't he just get up? Russia grumbled before he picked up a pillow and threw it, pelting Prussia in the head. Prussia really wasn't expecting that and fell back on the floor. He sat up glaring at him throwing the pillow back. "If you got up, you wouldn't miss as much." Russia chuckled and sat up, wincing. "You're actually going to try to move then?"

"Go to hell."

"Gott, I'm just concerned." And would kinda like to see you try. "What?"

"Never mind." Russia sighed and got up wincing and his legs shook slightly from the effort. Fucking hell.

Prussia was at his side and put an arm around his waist. "You're going to need help."

"I'm fine." Russia winced slightly.

"Do you want me to let go?"

"Da." Russia nodded, smiling and started walking, cursing himself at the pain, and all the energy it took to force himself to walk almost completely normally. Prussia followed him watching him making sure he wouldn't fall knowing how much energy it took to walk normal. Russia looked back at Prussia, and narrowed his eyes slightly, before he looked back ahead of him.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"You worry too damn much."

"So?" Prussia asked.

"It's a waste of your energy."

"No, it's not."

"It is." argued Russia.

"No, just like making sure you didn't get shot, it's not a waste of time, energy, or anything else you can think of." Russia's eye twitched, and forced his body to move faster. Prussia easily kept up with him.

"Why are you following me?"

"I want to make sure you don't fall."

"...Why?" Russia asked.

"Because I can." Russia sighed and mumbled in Russian. "Stop doing that! What is so important that I can't know?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"It's just annoying to hear you talk and not understand..."

"You speak in German sometimes." Russia pointed out.

"Not as much as you speak in Russian."

"So?"

"Fine!" Prussia said. Russia chuckled, saying something in Russian again. Prussia mumbled in German himself to get back at him. Russia shook his head, calling him an idiot in his language Prussia let a string of curses out in German. Russia sighed and turned back to Prussia before he pulled him into a deep kiss. The sole reason of that was to shut him up. Prussia was shocked at first but began kissing him back anyway. Russia smiled and pulled him closer, biting his bottom lip harder than usual. Prussia opened his eyes at the bite but pursed his lips together. Russia bit his lip again and pulled away, tapping his index finger over his lips, before he started walking again. Prussia's eye twitched but refrained himself from talking as much as he could. Russia smiled wider and he wandered around the house. Prussia followed him every step of the way. Russia sighed and turned back to look at Prussia. Prussia gave him the innocent look.

"How long do you plan on following me?" Prussia shrugged not really knowing the answer to that one. "...Fucking puppy."

"I'm not a fucking puppy!"

"You follow me like one."

"What's the matter at making sure you're okay?" asked Prussia.

"I already told you, you worry too much."

"Who cares?"

"I don't like you having to waste energy on this." sighed Russia.

"Too bad." Russia sighed and shook his head. Prussia sighed as well and looked around getting bored.

"Do you want to do something?"

"How about something that equals outside again?"

Russia shrugged a bit. "Fine...I guess." He was slightly stir crazy at the moment, not that he would admit to it.

"I know..." Prussia started after thinking for a few minutes. "Ice skating!"

Russia looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. "Somehow that sounds weird coming out of your mouth."

"Why? I've always wanted to try it..."

"Okay." He shrugged a bit. "That sounds fun." Prussia smiled going to get warm clothes on again and see if he could find ice skates. Russia got dressed and wandered through his closet, eventually finding two pairs. He went to go find Prussia. "Here, these will probably fit you." He handed the skates to him.

Prussia just compared the skates to his feet, "It looks like it, let's go." he said moving toward the front door. Russia followed him, before he opened the door and started leading the way, tightening his scarf a little. Prussia followed behind him holding his pair of skates. After walking for a while, they eventually got to a large frozen pond. "Well, this will work." Russia said, looking back at Prussia smiling.

"Cool." Prussia said sitting down and started putting on the skates. Russia sat next to him and did the same, setting his boots on the bench when he was finished. Prussia set his boots next to his and got used to standing on the skates, this was his first time doing this.

Russia got on the ice and turned back, watching Prussia. I wonder if he'll fall...that'll be fun.

Prussia slowly stepped on the ice and made it on. So far so good... He slowly tried to move along the ice wobbly as hell. Russia continued watching him, moving backwards. Prussia looked at Russia with his eye twitching before concentrating back on what he was doing. He seemed to be doing just fine until he suddenly felt his foot move too far away from him causing him to fall on his back. Russia started chuckling when he fell and just skated off. Prussia sat up glaring at the back of Russia and shakily got up slowly getting the hang of it but was sure to keep his total concentration on his skating. Russia smiled and skated back to him, skating in circles around him, before he pushed him back and skated off again. Prussia flailed horribly nearly losing his balance and cursed a lot of German obscenities. "Fucking Russia!" he yelled continuing his concentration again getting better.

Russia chuckled and went back to him, before he took his hand. "You think too much, otherwise you would've chased after me." He started skating again, dragging Prussia.

"Hey! I can do it by myself." protested Prussia but squeezed his hand lightly actually liking the help for once.

"Mm-hm, sure you can. Just act like you're walking, but taking slow steps." Prussia growled in his throat before listening to his advice finding it a little easier.