Russia had struggled so much that his arm ached but that didn't stop him. He didn't even care if he broke his arm; at least that meant freedom from Germany's strong grip. Ivan mumbled to himself in Russian and stopped struggling. Ludwig stopped walking, "What did you say?" Ivan yelled right in the ear of the german, "I give in for now!" Ludwig rubbed his ear and began walking again, "Okay, geez you didn't have to yell." Ivan sighed, aggravated, sad and eager to choke anyone in a 10 mile radius. The only thing separating him from a killing spree was the iron grip locked around his slim ,but strong, arm. Ivan had been trying to free himself for what seemed like an hour; first, he dug his feet into the ground to stop Ludwig, but that failed miserably. Then, he tried punching the german in the back of the head, only to be completely ignored. Finally, he tried wiggling out of the grip only for it to tighten and leaving Ivan in fear of circulation loss.
Ludwig had no idea that the Russian would show so much emotion. It was unheard of. Ivan would smile, a fake smile, or get all evil but that was it. But Ivan in a desperate attempt to get free had become such a sass. And back before this had cried. Ludwig never thought he'd see the day. He thought nobody would see the day. See the day the Russian cracked. The fake smile or dark aura fade away and all that was left was Ivan. The real Ivan. "Why do you try so hard?" Ivan's voice halted Ludwig's thoughts. "Because you're important." Ludwig answered truthfully. Ivan's face went red as he began squirming again. "Important? To who?" Ivan asked surprised and curious. "Who else?" The German hinted himself by pointing. Ivan's attempts of escape stopped and so did his rude mumbles. Ludwig stopped walking and turned to face the Russian. "Something wrong?" Ludwig asked as he turned. Ivan's bangs covered his face as he looked at the ground. He hugged Ludwig without thinking. Ivan snuggled in the german's chest, "I miss being cared about. I miss this warmth too." A muffled whimper escaped Ivan's mouth. Ludwig pat the Russian' s head as he blushed slightly. He could get used to this.