Hetalia one shots

Russia and Prussia

Prussia looked outside the window at the usual blue sky slowly being covered by grey, stormy clouds. He had been trapped in Russia's house ever since Russia and America had decided to split Germany into two separate pieces, East and West Germany. And of course, Prussia happened to be lucky enough to be East Germany, which meant he was stuck with Russia until things were somehow sorted out. Though Prussia didn't mind it that much as long as Germany was safe, he would happily take being with Russia if it meant his little brother's safety. Sure, living with Russia was awful. That guy was completely insane. Prussia didn't think he would ever get used to living with Russia. He was supposed to be the awesome, magnificent Prussia! But here he was trapped inside a house separated from his brother, sitting at Russia's mercy like prey waiting—waiting to be eaten alive. It wasn't annoying. It was infuriating.

"Prussia, are you already up?"

Russia stood in the doorway smiling like an innocent child; his rather round face really helped sell the look of a child. Prussia usually didn't think before speaking or anything like that, but around Russia, he always did. He didn't want Russia to start...I don't know, whipping him like Lithuania or something.

"A-Ah...Yes, of course! I'm up."

Prussia responded, his voice rather shaky, lacking his normal boldness. He straightened his posture automatically. Just being near Russia made him change his entire behavior on instinct, as if his mind was yelling, screaming at him to not anger him in any way, even though Russia had never hit him or yelled at him...I suppose it was just because of the strange aura that seemed to follow Russia everywhere. Russia walked up to Prussia, still smiling happily, though it did seem wider than before. He rested his hands gently on Prussia's shoulders, his head tilting slightly as he looked outside the window, seemingly interested in what Prussia was staring at.

"What are you doing?"

Prussia gulped, feeling Russia's crushing weight on him as he forced himself to respond.

"Watching the clouds...they're, uh...pretty."

Goddammit, Prussia, why did you sound so uncertain...!? That was what you were doing, right? Prussia was practically sweating bullets as Russia let out a soft, content hum.

"Mhh...very pretty indeed."

Russia responded cheerfully. Seriously, this guy was giving him the creeps—If he wasn't creeped out enough already. Prussia shifted nervously under Russia's weight as the silence stretched between them. It was awkward, very awkward. What was he supposed to say to a deranged psychopath?! Russia's odd calmness was freaking Prussia out; was this guy even human? He was way too close. But it's not like Prussia could just tell him to back off; this was Russia we were talking about! If Prussia said the wrong thing, Russia would probably behead him if he said anything out of turn. Reasonably, Prussia knew Russia wouldn't just kill him like that; Prussia was stressing out too much to think about being reasonable, though. Russia's soft hands clenched and unclenched softly on Prussia's shoulders like a massage that did little to nothing to ease Prussia; actually, it might have made it worse. But Prussia forced himself to stay still and not dart out of the house as fast as he could; even if he did that, Russia would probably catch up somehow.