It had been dark for a few hours now, here where winters were long. He had been waiting for a few hours now, just inside of the library's doors, out of the wind, but not out of the cold. He wouldn't have come in, but Prussia had been taking so long…
He didn't really mind, waiting. If he'd minded, he would have spoken up a long time ago. But it was quiet in here, and he didn't want to break the silence, not when it was so comfortable. And it was intriguing, watching the myriad expression crossing Prussia's face as he went through the journals in the boxes, trying to match them to the events he could barely recall.
He'd read them once, those journals, many years ago. He'd torn out pages and blacked out paragraphs because they'd upset him. Knowing that he would be reading them, Prussia had written such terrible things, such cruel things. Such true things. Prussia hated him so much back then. Even now?
Laughter, quiet, but it cut right through the silence of the library.
"What are you laughing about?" he called out, finally betraying his position.
Prussia slammed the journal shut, swearing violently. "How long have you been there?"
"About four hours."
A look of confusion overtook anger, followed by a quick glance at his watch. "Damn, it's late."
"I've been waiting."