Should I Stay or Should I Go?

by sillycat420

Summary:

In the early 70's, after a recent victory in the Space Race with America as the winner there is a burst in space exploration. Russia and America are looking to work together for a project, Apollo Soyuz.

Russia is invited to America for this project, he forcefully brings Prussia along.

Notes:

ill do more research on Apollo suyez and 70s soviet-american relations but at the end of the day this is hetalia gay fanfiction not a history lesson so sorry for eventual inaccuracies....

I'll add tags as i write. Title is also bound to change maybe ^_^|||

Chapter 1: Train Station

It 's 5:21am. The train is supposed to arrive at 5:35am.

Prussia was sure of it, Lithuania had nagged it into his ear endlessly, so much so that Prussia thought it would just fall off altogether.

There is a certain stillness in the quiet splendor of the night, the night which is technically morning but nevermind that.

Kind of like a chicken whose cage was covered with a blanket, for Prussia if it was dark outside it simply was night.

Over and over, he checks the watch on his wrist. It really couldn't have been possible for him to have missed the time. Latvia had drilled into his head how much he needed for Prussia to go along so Russia wouldn't take him instead. That little boy really had cried and everything, the whole nine yards.

Of course, Prussia had a soft spot for Latvia in some way. He reminded him of a little yellow bird and he was nice to pet as well!

It's 5:23am, Prussia's arms are getting tired of carrying all of his luggage but he doesn't trust the floors to be clean enough to actually set them down. He knows he probably should if he doesn't want to be all sore later but he doesn't act on this.

The train station itself was quite polished, the floors had been worked on and the bricks weren't dusty. But either way, a floor is a floor.
Underground as it was, the drowsiness of the time never let the inability to see the dark sky affect its ailment any less or more.

Could Estonia have been wrong then? He was the one to look through the train times.
Surely, all the stress could have caught up to the poor guy and he had a common mix up of numbers. Instead of 5:35am; perhaps it could have been 6:35 or 7:35am?

“It's better if I keep staring into the abyss just above the empty railroads,” Prussia thought “that guy is seriously going to beat the shit out of me if the times were wrong…”

An invitation to a conference from America had arrived in the mail a few weeks ago about projects regarding space exploration. They seemed friendly enough, of course they had been throughoutly examined before they made their way to Russia but after approval from his boss it was now a task to attend.

Tasks and orders from bosses weren't fun at all but at least this could be a change of pace. Getting out of a place and into another should be fun, at least different.

Now, Russia was allowed to take someone else as well to accompany him. His boss had turned awfully uptight about it for no particular reason.

So, Russia set out to try and get someone to join him!

A week ago.
“Ah, Latvia!” He rushed over to the small teen “are you busy?”

“Mr. Russia, I am busy. You can see in my hands the overwhelming absurd amount of work you have recently assigned just an hour ago. It's impossible to get it done in just an hou–”

“Hehe…really?” Russia pushed down on the boy's head “I hoped you could that favor, I'm disappointed, you know.”

“Guh…”

“Will you go to America with me?”

“Don't you hate America, Mr. Russia? You
always call him a capitalistic pi–”

“Stretch time!”

After having some fun torturing the teenager, Russia found another victim, Estonia surely could be stronger than Latvia after all.

“Es-to-ni-a!” He dragged out the words in a singing voice.

“Ah, Ru-Russia…how are you?”

“Good but could be even better if you could go with me to–ah don't faint!”

Estonia surely wasn't stronger so Russia decided to seek for Lithuania who was definitely the strongest. When Lithuania and Poland were in the Commonwealth they fought hard and won multiple times, not like it mattered right now but it was a promising point of comparison.

As he was walking he noticed that Belarus was lounging around reading a book in he room, but surely she already noticed that Russia was near. Russia sensed that she was near as well so he set out to not only look for Lithuania but also escape Belarus.

Inside of one of the offices, Lithuania was sitting at a desk writing on some paperwork. His hair was up in a ponytail and he couldn't look more tired, to that Russia giggled.

Lithuania's Russian handwriting was getting better each day, Russia almost felt like complimenting him.

“Lithuania, go with me to America for important business, да?”

“I already have, I already have some stuff to do.” Lithuania really tried to sound genuinely apologetic, even if he was apologetic Russia didn't carry for such formalities.

“Work things?”

“Yes, work…things…”

“It cannot be more important than my things so just go with me.”

“I ca–”

Suddenly, a flurry of fists knocked down on the door outside the office. Did Russia lock it before coming in? He seemed a bit out of breath now that Lithuania noticed.

Silence pursued the whole room for a minute, the air filled only with mad fists knocking down on the door erratically.

“Open the door, brother! I'll go with you, you don't need to ask these maggots to go with you when you have me!”

“Ah, it's Belarus…”

“Go away! Go away!” He jumped in a cat-like way behind Lithuania even though Belarus was still outside the room.

“I'll follow you to the ends of the world, brother! Just open the door and we can be together, forever!”

“Lithuania,” he held onto the sleeve of the other man's shirt “you can be exempted from going if you get rid of her…”

“Yes, I will try…” Lithuania sighed but this was his chance. Chance would be a fine thing.

Lithuania would end up in a headlock, still it gave the chance for Russia to escape and find his next target.

Now that Russia had run out of options, he went to the recently acquired East Germ–Prussia! Surely, he could be broken more easily than the others who had mental fortitude already.

It was around mid afternoon so those on cleaning duty could take a small lunch break. Russia was cruel and inhuman but could appreciate good food and the importance of it.

Prussia was sitting with a simple lunch in front of him that Russia did not recognize.

“Hey, Prussia!” He came up to the albino and sat in the chair next to him “how are you?”

“Fine,” he grunted “fuck off.”

“No need to be rude.” He sighed “anyway, accompany me to this conference in America?”

“No way–”

Russia held onto Prussia's wrist as the man was preparing to stand up. He sniffled a bit, he was already using the crying method?

“It really will be quick, a week at most!” He cried “please?”

If Prussia wasn't wearing a long sleeve shirt right now, he'd probably have coughed up an entire liter of blood all over the man.

Was he falling over now? His head rested on Prussia's lap as he seemingly cried, the other man raised up his hands high and looked around as if to make sure no one else could see this pathetic display from either of them.

To Prussia it didn't seem that his crying could be fake but more like greatly exaggerated.

“I don't want to be alone again.”

“...” he grimaced. “Uh..”

“I don't, just go with me, да?”

Though the tears seemed to start halting, he was still resting there without any levitation.

Maybe he would just fall asleep, then maybe Prussia could just spend the day like this and they could both have no stress for a day.

That was stupid though and almost impossible in more ways than one to even fathom in the first place.

Resigned, Prussia accepted and besides he had heard America was a wild place, it had been long since he had anything of that nature. Always paperwork or cleaning duty like a low level employee, if it had been machinery at least…

“I'll go.” he groaned in defeat.

“Really?” He jumped up, almost hitting Prussia in the chin but the other dodged. “I'm very happy!”

He clasped their hands together, luckily Russia was wearing gloves so no blood.

“Ja, so just get off and mess around with someone else now. I need to clean up.”

“Your lunch isn't over yet, though. Maybe I can be of comp–”

“You'll be plenty of company in America, alright!? Get lost!”

With all of the courage he could muster, he cursed and dragged himself out of the cafeteria with a ruined mood. A totally fatal mood.

Throughout the day his mind kept spiraling around and around that trip.

Should he have put up more of a fight? Russia might have simply taken it and looked around for some other person? Those guys were all weak though and if they weren't weak they were creepy like Ukraine and Belarus. Or they were assholes like Lithuania.

‘That bastard will probably not even let me go anywhere cool anyway! America, good for nothing land of the free. I ain't going to be free at all!’

It'd be nice if he could score with a pretty girl or get some of that cocaine stuff. Settling with a smaller and certainly more attainable goal than being rid of Russia made him feel more eager to go now.

There he was brushing the dusty halls of the manor, after that he had some paperwork to fill out and then had to fix the heater (which would be the most enjoyable part.)

“Was Russia really crying back there?” he said to himself "a guy like that, having emotions doesn't sit right with me at all.”

“Ah, Prussia!”

A certain woman popped from one of the halls, her boots dirty in mud and her hand still holding a scythe. Her hair was damp with sweat that went hand in hand with her flushed face.

“Hyek!” He jumped up from his leaning position “ah, it's you, Ukraine?”

He had a bit of an issue with really remembering names but anyone could recognize her great personality!

“Добрий день, how are you?”

“Guten Tag, just tired!” He sighed “but you know how it is…”

“I feel quite tired as well but agriculture somehow makes me feel reinvigorated.”

“Must be nice to do something you like at least, ja?”

“Haha, so it does seem.” She giggled “I heard you were going on a trip, right?”

His face paled a bit at the mention of the dreaded trip.

“Ja, wh–who told ya?”

“I'm Russia's big sister so of course I know.” She giggled again, this time it was a bit more unsettling. “Don't cause trouble for him, he really is a nice boy..”

‘Cause trouble? If anything I try to stay out of it!’

“When he was younger, he used to cry about being lonely and being picked on by bigger kids, ah, I miss those days.” She paused and continued “he is all grown up now.”

“I get it, my brother is taller than me,” he complained “can you believe that!?”

“Older times might seem simpler but maybe they were not, even so I would like to see them again, be all together again.”

She held the sickle with two shaky hands, hands covered in cuts; old and new. In her eyes was a certain emotion of melancholy that Prussia could relate to.

Having tried to lighten the mood before and failed, he walked away into the kitchen.

Ukraine must have been thinking really hard because she didn't move at all until she felt the cold glass of water against her cheek.

“Ah! Prussia, that's cold!”

“Come on,” he cackled, “let's take a break from our exploitation, ja!?”

“Yes, let's.” She smiled warmly.

Then they sat down at the countertop in the kitchen, Ukraine slid down her hand into the cold surface of the countertop.

With her finger, she drew a small smiley face on the condensation of her glass of water.

Longingly was he gaze for a bygone part of her life that could never be recreated in such a cheerful manner. Cold were the winters but warm were the embraces; tedious were the tasks but validating was the dependency.

But he wasn't malleable as before and now that he looked at her again, she wasn't as much of a shelter anymore.

“So how's the agriculture goin’?”

That seemed to snap her out of her melancholy as she stood up right again.

“It's going well, we will have tons of bread to eat, maybe I can make some каша if you'd like, Prussia?”

“I’ve never tried it.”

“That is surprising, everyone here likes the каша I make!”

“Even that Lithuania guy?”

“Lithuania, yes he likes it too! Belarus as well even though if she wants to seem like it is opposite feeling,” she giggled “Russia too.”

“Hah, I see food is always the best option to get along!”

“Hehe, you are very right, Prussia! I wish we could all always eat together, and get along, and that our bosses wouldn't be so mean all the time and that we would all be together forever…”

‘She really is Russia's big sister, isn't she…’

“Ah, I have to go do working now, see you later.” Ukraine chugged the water fast and ran towards the field again “It was nice chatting with you, Prussia!”

“Same here, you promised food!”

That was a nice short break and a nice conversation. It would be nice to have a longer break but at least he had a break.

Prussia got up from his seat, took the broom and started to have a conversation with himself in his mind.

Brush, brush.

“Ukraine is creepy at times but she's nice to look at so it's fine really! She's very hardworking and barely a bother at all!”

Brush, brush, brush.

“Now about that trip to America, West had mentioned some stuff about that place a long time ago. Beautiful women, big food and other stuff?”

Brush, brush, brush.

“So we have to leave in a week for a train, then get an airplane then more trains and more airplanes and then lastly we arrive in America. Shit, I'm gonna be so fucking tired.”

Brush, brush.

“Why did Russia even cry? He can't actually be serious like that.”

He chuckled a bit at the thought of Russia actually crying.

“That bastard really most likely wasn't even crying!”
The wooden broom in his hand cracked a bit as he irritated himself.

“At the trip he will surely get a cheap ass hotel and shackle me to a chair looking at the wall while he's out there having American fun!”

He was cleaning the windows so hard he actually was just dragging a balled up fist across the glass.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!”

He broke two windows that day.

A week later.
Now present time.

Fwoooosh…!

Snapping him out of his thinking the train arrives, and looking down at his watch the time is exactly 5:35 am. Turns out Prussia was just being paranoid, this whole thing has him on his toes really.

Finally, that dreaded train was coming to a stop and he needed to get a move on. Scrambling to get his luggage, another man came to help him.

“It seems we were too early now, doesn't it?”

Russia grabbed two of the heavy bags (that were actually his but he had made Prussia carry them) and pushed Prussia to start walking.

In an awkward way, they entered the small doorway with the bulky bags, barely squeezing by.

Earlier, the whole train was cleared for this trip and in advance there were several military forces protecting the vehicle. But in this booth, it was lonesome without any other guests or security personnel.

It was a luxurious train with a comfortable atmosphere, as comfortable as it could be.

The seats were cushioned, great for a long trip like this one.

Prussia thought he could simply sleep the whole way through, though Russia might just make this impossible.

The scent was a continuous clash of carpet cleaner, diesel fumes, men's cologne and recently brewed coffee.

All which mixed strangely well.

Now, arriving into the train they came to a halt in the middle of the section. To the right was a booth, one seat facing the other.

Jumping at the opportunity, Prussia sat down on the window seat and to the seat next to him hastily threw his bags.

He shot a small smirk of pride at Russia who simply sat in front of him.

Now, they were just staring at each other. Prussia was more or less forced to in actuality, feeling as if he let his eyes slip away Russia would just lunge at him like an animal.

As the only two guests in the train had entered, the vehicle began its departure.

“I'm going to sleep, don't bother me.”

It was 5:48am, could it still be considered night?

“...”

To Prussia it was.

Chapter 2: Train Ride/Car Ride/Plane Ride

Summary:

They go on the train. They go on the car. They go on airplane.

Notes:

yay new chapter! wohoo! Im my own writer and reader.

Pop goes the cork, the white foam envelops the hands that hold the bottle of champagne.

The chorus sings in complete and utter synchronization; the musical ensemble is still getting ready for the groom's walk down the aisle.

A large table filled with numerous sweet pastries, diverse hors d'oeuvres and the like. A wide variety of wines, beer, and vodka shots sits at the same buffet-style seemingly endless table.

Guests coming in, guests sit down and guests talk.

The chorus clears their throats; the musical ensemble polishes their instruments. 

“What a magnificent wedding!” 

“Oh, they exceeded themselves, didn't they?”

“Have you tried the food?”

“You tell me!” 

“But the dress, oh, the dress!” 

“You've seen the bride? I still haven't had the chance!” 

“Where could the bride be?” 

“And the groom too!?” 

“What a sneaky ass, I hope he doesn't ditch.”

“They look so good together, don't they?” 

“They do, oh dear, they do!”

“I heard the groom was crying in the bathroom.” 

As the preparations were being arranged, as the food was being served, as the drinks were being passed around, and as the people began to murmur: the groom was crying in the bathroom.

“West, I don't think I can do this…” he sobbed into his hands “I'm not meant for this, you know!?”

“Stop acting ridiculous, come on.” he tugged on the sobbing man's sleeve “get your act together!”

Reluctantly, the albino stood up from.the closed toilet seat. 

“What if after a few years of being married, I realize I never wanted this and then I have to kil–”

“That's not going to happen, idiot!” 

“You don't predict the future, you don't have clairvoyance, do you!?”

“To hell with your damn clairvoyance, I cleared out my schedule for this!” 

Somehow the little brother seemed enormous at the moment as he yelled down the big brother. The bathroom stall seemed so cramped, it felt so cramped.

“Alright, let's go!” 

“Ah, West!” he protested, solemnly “I'm not ready, I ain't ready yet!”

“Where's your honor as a man!?” 

“I left it in Kunersdorf…”

“Nonsense! Come on, get up!” 

He was already standing but looking down his legs were trembling nonstop like jelly. Falling back into the seat again with a loud thud, he returned to the same shameful hiding position.

“Get up! You have to go! You have to do this!”

“I don't want to!”

“You prepared for this, didn't you?”

“No! I didn't!” 

“Liar!”

“I ain't lying, dipshit!” 

Something began poking the albino's head. 

A finger with extreme position and outstanding speed, it poked over and over in the same place! Both of them were sure there probably was smoke coming out of that area. 

“LiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLia–”

“Agh! Stop that, I'll do it!” 

His body began to move on his own, his legs maneuvered by an omnipotent force.

Suddenly his brother wasn't there, the stall didn't seem as small and when he opened his eyes: he was in front of the bride.

The bathroom was dark and swampy, it had felt so cushioned in that one could believe that it was the only piece of land that had ever existed.

But, this outside was vast, almost infinite. Green plains of grass and tall trees that isolated this splendor from the urbanized world.

It seemed almost like Eden's garden, he wondered what the snake would be?

As he looked around, all the seats were filled. 

Filled with faceless mannequins, as well as ravaged corpses from past battles throughout the years. Sitting there, propped up there in a grotesque manner.

Corpses wearing teared uniforms and bearing outdated weapons. Their identities were lost to numbers of casualties.

Not corpses–soldiers; soldiers with whom he once ate, whom he once trained and complained about, soldiers whom he treated.

Loyal soldiers who served him, their nation, into both victory and defeat.

Now they're sitting here at his wedding, really, how well everything had come out in the end.

Truly, the venue was beautiful as well. Clinged cornflowers and sunflowers adorned the arch that solidified the supposed love. 

Singing and melody danced through the air, serving as sweet honey for his ears. Though interrupted by the screaming of the conductor.

All in all, perfect.

‘Perfect’ he thought ‘it is all perfectly awesome!’ 

That was the thought that this charade had implanted onto his train of thought. 

With trembling hands he lifted up the bride's veil, her dress was immaculate as it accentuated the bride's surprisingly broad frame well.

And so the veil was off, revealing the bride's beauty. 

“привет, Пруссия!” 

The bride was Russia.

 

“Aaaah!” Prussia jolted awake “what the fuck…, huh?”

To his side was a sleeping man, nuzzled in his neck and with both arms wrapped around his right arm. The luggage that once sat in that seat was now tossed to the floor.

Prussia noticed a rip on one of the straps, it must have been thrown rather violently as if someone had become impatient. 

With the train being underground he couldn't quite tell whether it was night or day. There was only darkness accompanied by the rattling of the train.

The smell of coffee had been overpowered by strong men's cologne which had only been an undertone before. 

Prussia took an involuntarily deep breath, his nose stinged with a mix of pine and lavender. Though he would never admit to thinking it was pleasurable.

Something soft tickled his neck, hair?

Looking over to his side again, the once cold figure was sleeping right there beside him—well more accurately on him. 

An arm coiled itself around Prussia's like a snake. Went all the way to his hands where they strikingly simply rested above them almost hovering, as if that was just too intimate to force upon.

Russia's face looked peaceful; moments before he had looked like a commanding figure of authority with his uniform and his cap. Like a true representation of the immense power that he was, in the end, a nation. 

A current superpower at that.

Russia bore no military cap and some of his medals laid out on the table.

Light-beige blond hair stuck to a sweaty neck.

But right now, he seemed more human than anything, maybe that had been his purpose in the removal of just his cap. He could make himself seem as no threat, seem as human as he wanted to but underneath they were all the same. 

All deeply interconnected in some sort of alliance or war or another. All controlled centuries across centuries by their mortal leaders–bosses as some preferred to call them. 

Even if it was just a hat, the shadow that had looked over his face changed everything altogether. 

And even if it was just an accessory, it was a symbol of power. 

It could be easy to maybe bang his head on the metal table repeatedly just for the fun of it.

If Prussia got ambitious maybe he could take the gun that's strapped to Russia's ankle holster and shoot him.

He could even take the bullet itself and lodge it into Russia's forehead for no reason.

His mind toyed with the idea of using the tattered scarf to suffocate him as well.

Even just a slap would have done the trick to alleviate his current irritation.

Of course, they were nations so these efforts would bring no real results other than momentary satisfaction.

Nations were eternal, untouchable beings far from human but close to a person. 

Prussia wondered whether Russia's pain would be enough to satisfy him or if he'd need something else. He wasn't sure what something else could be for the moment being. 

Maybe he'd figure it out if he ever was put into such a situation.

The urges continued gnawing at the back of his head as he listened to the rattling of the wheels on the tracks. 

Where did the time go? Some centuries ago, he was the one chasing him around as an actual threat. Then some other centuries later, they were fighting, and there was that alliance that Prussia was too proud to admit that without Russia he would have been done for. 

It was all awfully pathetic. So, now what was he going to do?

It wouldn't benefit him to beat the hell out of him, at least not in this train. Surely, security would restrain him and then he wouldn't be able to do anything for a long while. 

If Russia felt like it, he could take away the few things that kept his sanity like the privilege to send those heavily censored letters to Austria or his journals. 

Prussia was stubborn and he had passed by many adversities but sometimes enough could be enough.

Not like he wouldn't be able to go without those things obviously; they were just things, in the end Russia couldn't do anything to actually hurt him anymore.

After all the beatings and vulgarities thrown his way, there was nothing that could push him down really anymore.

For the time being, he decided to spare him but one day, one day he definitely would do something. 

“This guy..”

Prussia scooted over to the window a bit, managing only to corner himself further as Russia pressed himself closer. Almost as if he was melting over Prussia, molding against him.

Shoving him off should be easy work, it wasn't as if he was weak. But, then what? He'd be free with the parasite still to his side. Sitting there, maybe he'd change seats.

Staring, he would be staring. Even worse, he'd try to stir up conversation about anything. No matter what the bastard did, it would bring discomfort to Prussia.

Russia's gentle breathing was suffocating to him, the sickening nausea-inducing gentle and warm breath against his neck.

It made his throat tighten, his teeth clenched hard.

The rising and falling of the man's chest, the warmth it radiated that seemed to seep through his clothes. It now seemed as if all he could focus on was breathing, not his breathing but Russia's.

A shift. Every movement that grazed over him instilled something twisted and unknown in him. 

In his sleep Russia let out a small chirp of joy–the bastard was content. Could Prussia really sit there and say he wasn't a bit content as well?

Pushing out such thoughts, he gritted his teeth and fully moved his head to stare out into the dark abyss of the underground tunnel. 

‘All I need to do is just stare out into the darkness, yeah, that's easy!’

Every so often there was a bump in the tracks, a stray rock or what not. But this only served to increase Prussia's blood pressure as overtime that happened Russia would only get closer. Impossibly closer.

Prussia even began to think that every time they moved around due to the bumps, Russia got scared in his dreams.

To get past this he decided to shut his eyes open, he could just count chicks or something.

As the counting began, Russia muttered something under his breath. He was still asleep, right? 

“Пруссия..”

Of course, even though in the Prussian's eyes this pronunciation was messed up he could recognize what it was. At least he was glad he wasn't calling him ‘East’ again.

His eyes were closed but his hand twitched over Prussia's wrist as he clenched it. Prussia was sure that even if Russia was a corpse, he would still manage to cling to him somehow. 

Needless to say, Prussia lost count of the sheep.

After a long while he managed to close his eyes, falling asleep once again. It was still dark in the train and they had a long way to go.

…

“Hey, East…” Russia whispered into his ear softly “we are here!” 

“Ack! Where–What are you yapping about?”

The train let out a hiss as it came to a stop. Finally, they had arrived in Moscow and would be able to go to the airport already.

Prussia still was unsure of what time it was. Day or night? We'll, it didn't really matter much anyway as they would be getting into another vehicle–another cage–and then they would be getting on an airplane.

Russia had returned to his full military uniform, impeccable as it had ever been. The shadow that loomed over his face returned to its place with his cap.

The only thing that calmed him down was the recurring thought of “almost there, almost in America” that swirled around his head.

“Get up.” 

“Ja, ja” he groaned, “no need to try to act tough, asshol–” 

Suddenly, Russia grabbed his head, slamming it into the window with a loud thud.

“Don't be so vulgar, East.”

“Ah, shit…” he muttered, “am I bleeding?”

“Not yet, a couple more should do it.” 

Prussia heard a giggle, a giggle as his hair was grabbed into a fistful from the base of his nape.

Bursting into the doors, came two from the security personnel. It was all just for show though, if anything happened neither Prussia or Russia would be harmed in any meaningful way.

“Россия, сэр, мы мобилизуемся на вооруженную технику.” 

One of the soldiers said with a firm tone, Prussia still couldn't decipher the language in its entirety but it seemed as if they were ready to enter the armed vehicle now.

“Ладно” Russia smiled, “Дай мне минутку с нашим товарищем, ладно?”

Both men nodded in unison as if the slightest quiver would result in their execution. Then they disappeared into the next carriage. 

Then the man moved his head towards Prussia, he stared into his eyes deeply and silently. His hand now simply caressed his neck as he took one strand of hair and twirled it around his finger.

Every aspect of it surely was enough to make Prussia vomit his guts out on the table, but he didn't resist one bit.

Instead, he involuntarily moved his head up as if to expose more.

Russia's hand traced down slowly the man's jaw until the train gave them both a push backwards, both of them hitting the table and their seats briefly.

And both of them would have laughed if it hadn't been so awkward. 

In Russia's fist remained a small strand of white hair that seemed to glow in his black glove. 

Snapping out of his daze, Russia stood up and forcefully grabbed the albino's wrist. 

“Let's get going, да?” 

“Whatever, man.” 

He carelessly tugged onto his wrist as he practically dragged him out of the train. In the next carriage there were the soldiers once more, they stuck to their sides and back.

Making it feel ever so more suffocating which Prussia had thought that to be an impossible achievement. 

As they stepped out of the train, they both noticed that this train station was desolate as well. Moscow was certainly colder than Prussia had remembered.

Prussia then exclaimed as he noticed “Ah, the luggage!”

“Don't worry, the men will take care of it obviously.”

“Ja, I knew that!” He felt a bit embarrassed. 

Continuing on, surrounded as ever, they reached the stairs where sunlight almost blinded both of them. 

Turns out it was daytime after all.

Russia's hand fully slid down into the scarred palm and clenched itself there like a claw. At this point, the albino was just unfazed by his antics.

If not for the massive crowd and news outlets waiting eagerly outside, he would have continued to remain unfazed.

It had been turned into a show of sorts, well not really, it was simple news reporting for an exciting new space project. 

Right now more than ever, he wanted to beat some sense into him. Everyone knew what nation he represented as well, maybe his brother would be watching the broadcast. It was likely that there would be some sort of speculation on some rumor magazine or late night show.

Vomit dared to come up his throat but he swallowed up, that would be the straw to break the camel's back.

Not only would he be holding hands with this bastard but also throwing up on live tv? That was simply too much.

After a few waves and smiles, they stepped into the armored vehicle en route to the airport.

From the outside it was a luxurious black car that exceeded power in such a way that anyone passing by could figure out more or less the type of people inside.

‘Almost there, almost there, almost there…’ Prussia repeated the desperate mantra in his head.

With his fists clenched to his pants, he tried to look out the window in a desperate reach for something else.

He only found the thousands lined up waving and with cardboard signs that had Russian words written on them. He even found some with German on them—though very few. 

Something had caught on to his hand once more, he could feel as it had been pulled away and up somewhere. Flipping his head in an awkward manner, he found Russia cupping his own cheek with it.

Unlike earlier with the grip of his hand, this one seemed more unsure and hesitant as Russia's hand trembled. 

One couldn't really decipher the look on either of their faces. 

Russia's eyes seemed gentle and almost shy as they darted to the side whenever Prussia looked in his direction, as if he was a child that had been caught doing something wrong. 

He noticed the slight flush across his face, the relaxation in his brow and the nervousness as if they were two teenagers experimenting again.

In a way this could be that situation where Russia was vulnerable and Prussia had the upper hand, as it should be.

With a careful and slow movement he neared closer, as if to say “this is what you want, right?”

Luckily for the driver, there was a barrier in the middle of the car.

Prussia savagely gripped Russia's face and banged it against the metal barrier, there was a dent. The hat was off and his hair was dyed red. 

As his head bobbed back up, there was a moment of shock in his face before a smile spread across it. This was acknowledgment, so it was just enough. 

But as if to still want to let him know clearly, he nodded, in response to the other's message.

And so the punches flew as they let each other do whatever the hell the other wanted. They found it was relatively the same.

…

 

Coming out of the car, Prussia adjusted his cuff as well as buttoned his now crumpled dress shirt. His eyes explored around hoping to find a water fountain or bathroom to clean his bloody knuckles as well as to fix his sweaty hair.

Russia held his nose with his hands to prevent it from bleeding any further, the side of his face had been partially bruised and his left eye seemed to be a vibrant red. There was a small cut in his lip, as if it was ripped off.

Seeming as if someone had shamed him for his accessory, he held the cap in his hand now to his side.

“добро пожаловать.” 

“Willkommen.”

The stewardess said respectively , with the best pronunciations, clearly they had practiced.

Both nodded absent mindedly as they walked towards the stairs of the airplane.

One of the two stewardesses that were standing side to side of the stairs pointed to Prussia's lip. With her finger she did a small circle motion.

Having catched the message he wiped whatever was there. When he looked down at his hand, he found a slight dust of faded red. His mouth still tasted metallic.

Now that they were up in the plane it would only be a few more hours, they were almost there.

Though this time, Prussia let Russia sit down first in the window seat. This should definitely allow him for more mobility and freedom, maybe the bastard would just fall asleep and he could go to another seat.

They both took their seats and Prussia eagerly waited for the stewardess. In his house, he now never got any variety of stuff so he thought of just getting some stuff here.

Lithuania surely wouldn't miss his savings that much…

It was for a good cause!

The cause being getting any kind of alcohol at all and maybe some cigarettes: the good brand at least.

As the saint (stewardess) walked by with her cart, Prussia saw exactly what he wanted. 

There was a menu for various expensive drinks and food, all in Russian but the few pictures on there looked good.

It wasn't as if he hadn't studied the language or that he was inept to learning it. He really did completely understand it, almost to the point of fluency but out of spite he tried his very best to use it the least amount of times possible.

“Mmh? Are you hungry?” the Russian leaned in.

Prussia responded, already annoyed. “Yeah, got a problem with that or something?” 

“нет, can I treat you for something then?” 

“Do whatever you want.” he said, annoyed.

The stewardess remained standing over them as she waited for an order.

“Alright, can I get this?” He pointed to the picture “and also this.” He pointed to a German brand of beer he wasn't too sure about.

“Понял, буду через минуту.” she smiled and just before she left, Russia stopped her.

“Добавьте, пожалуйста, две водки. Спасибо.”

She nodded and drove her car into the other side of the plane as once more they found themselves alone.

Though in a short time, the saint (stewardess) was back with a grand platter of food, a bottle of beer and two shots of vodka accompanied by the entire bottle as well.

Prussia wanted to stare at Russia in both disappointment and disbelief. But he had his beer and food so he couldn't really ask for more in any case! 

As he took a sip from the elixir (beer) he found himself sighing in content. The past few bottles he had drunk tasted almost like sewer water in comparison to this splendor.

But his happiness was short lived as Russia made sure to grab the bottle and launch it across the hallway where it shattered. The liquid splattered everywhere alongside glass shards, deeming it completely undrinkable.

“Comrade, why are you drinking that trash?” He chuckled as he served vodka onto one of the glasses “this is better, да?” 

“What the hell is your fucking problem all the time?” 

“Just an honest recommendation, calm down” he grinned sickeningly “let's eat!”

Now, he didn't have any appetite at all but the food truly looked amazing. Deciding to have some sort of get back at the Russian, he started just shoveling food in his mouth.

‘Yeah, “let's eat” you can't eat anything if I eat everything first, can you!?’ 

“Don't be so dirty..” Russia pouted.

Prussia turned around to look at him as he planned to cackle in his face out of ridicule but then Russia grabbed his face roughly.

With a frilly pink handkerchief he began wiping all the messy remains of food from his face. 

His brow was furrowed as if he really was disappointed that a grown man was acting this way; as if he hadn't thrown a small temper tantrum a few minutes ago.

“Get off,” Prussia yelled “what are you? My grandma!?”

“There's still some left here…” ignoring his complaints, he focused on a small crumb along his cheek.

“Hey, I'm clean already!”

Prussia pushed him off him for once and for all. Embarrassed by his rejection, the other man looked out the window as he fidgeted with his scarf.

Prussia looked to his side, bored. 

Now that his appetite really was gone, he decided to simply go to sleep.

He propped his elbow on the armchair and rested his head onto his palm. Somehow he fell asleep almost immediately, the presence next to him tired him out quickly.

Later, when he woke up he found himself resting on the man's shoulder. Did he always sleep this well?

 

Notes:

I hope to release the next chapter next week as well. Please be patient and ty for the kudos and comment!! This was fun fun write, they will get to America next chapter.

Chapter 3: A Hard Day's Night

Summary:

They get to the hotel, theres only one bed and violence.

Notes:

What hetalia did yall watch 😂😂✌️

Definitely getting into out of character territory here. If you have any tips on how to write their dialogue or actions more in character let me know so I can improve and write better slop.

The title is completely unrelated to the actual chapter except for the fact that its night and it has been a hard day. Also its the 70s

cw// violence

Thank you!

Following the plane ride both nations rode an armoured car once more until they were dropped off at their final destination: the hotel.

Finally, after hours and hours of excruciating seating and momentary movement, they were both freed from the confinements of the various vehicles. With only the things they could carry on them, they stepped inside the hotel. 

The outside was monumental in a way that felt almost intimidating to think about going in. 

Its arched entrance was decorated with polished design using only starks of blues and whites. 

Looking closely within the arch one could notice small engravings of the word ‘Welcome’ in various languages (and Prussia knew it to be multiple languages as he noticed the German “Wilkommen” and the Italian “Benvenuta”.)

Walking inside there was a hanging chandelier with a minimalistic design where the lanterns were in the shapes of circles and squares, varying from the third dimension to the second dimension.

Russia would have opted for a more homey atmosphere but he found it all to be very neat.

Prussia thought it looked a bit pretentious. 

As one entered, the long reception table with a similar minimalistic style stood before them. 

The receptionist was a young woman with medium length light brown hair and green eyes. She wore an all blue uniform with the franchise's logo that consisted of a blazer and a pencil skirt. 

“Good evening, gentlemen” she said, politely “how may I help you tonight?” 

“Yes, we have a reservation…”

“Amazing! What is the name?” 

“Ivan Braginsky” 

“Mm…” she looked through some files at her desk “ah, here, got you Ivan Bra-...Braginasky!”

As she noticed that the other man had indeed come with him, she thought it to be right to note that:

“Mr. Braginasky, this is a one bed room, correct?” 

Her customer service persona cracked a bit as she furrowed her brow observing the two men.

“Yes, correct.” He added “is there any problem with the room?” 

“Problem? Ah, no, sir, no problem at all! It's just…” 

Her gaze was fueled by tolerance tinged with pity, something so disgusting, while she fidgeted with her skirt.

As if able to guess where she would be getting at in a moment, Prussia cut in. He was too tired to deal with her for any longer.

“Excuse me, lady” he sighed as he put out his hand, “the key?” 

“Right, I am so sorry” she turned around to the keyrack, “there you go, have a good n-night..!”

Instead of having put the key in his hands she dangled it as if she didn't want to get infected from a disease. 

They both still wore their military uniforms for official business so it was obvious as to the kind of people they were. 

If they had been any other guests, they'd probably have been kicked out, wouldn't they have?

He snatched the dangling key from her with a “Tsk.” 

Even Prussia himself didn't understand why he was so pissed off about this short interaction. What could she know anyway? 

Now Prussia had to carry his bag as one of the straps had snapped off completely after being thrown again in the third train ride. 

‘Damn you, bastard…’

“East, do you need help?” 

“Me? Help? No way!”

“It is to me that you are struggling, are you sure?” 

“Ja, I-I'm sure.”

Extremely fatigued, he heaved the bag onto his back again holding onto it with only a strap. 

They walked into the elevator for the fourth floor. Prussia remembered a little blur of what his brother's ally, Japan, had told him that the number four was particularly bad luck.

Ding!

The doors opened smoothly as they both stepped out into the left hallway. Prussia followed the other man closely as he didn't get a chance to look at the room number. 

Halting in front of a door, Russia checked twice if it was the right room before inserting the key. 

The door opened with a click to reveal a rather modern room. Prussia didn't take long to simply crash onto the bed, he was really tired.

“Going to sleep already?” 

“Ja…leave me ‘lone”

“Ok, I think I'll go to sleep too soon.” 

“Whatever...” He slurred out as he dozed off.

Russia hadn't even completely stepped inside, he reached out to Prussia (who was already sleeping) and fluttered his hair a bit. Then he gently lifted his legs from the comforter, as he undid the bed. He set them down gently on the bedsheets, took off his shoes slowly to not cause any slight disturbance in his rest and removed his socks.

Slowly, he crept up to his neck where he undid his tie carefully and set it on the table. Russia knew how much he'd complain if he didn't. 

Taking off his coat proved to be too hard so he didn't bother, and taking off his pants seemed too disgusting so Russia decided the albino would sleep just fine like this.

Just to be sure he didn't get too hot throughout the night Russia turned the ceiling fan on; though he was already cold.

After taking a quick warm shower, he slowly got onto the bed beside the already sleeping man. 

Russia laid there staring into his relaxed features and his opened drooling mouth, the mouth that once spat out even the vilest of vulgarities his way. 

And even though he was just there in his immediate reach, it didn't feel close at all. 

While on the train, Russia had fallen asleep on purpose since it was the only way to get close to the other. 

Getting close without having to bear any of the visible hatred that encircled him. As well as being able to demonstrate that affection, well at least he hoped that the albino had received the message.

His eyes danced around the way that the grey uniform accentuated the sleeping man's broad shoulders. 

Somehow, his hand ended up rubbing the sleeping man's face once more. It sat at the neck where he concentrated on the constant pulse.

It reminded him of the fact that if it hadn't been for him, the stubborn nation would most likely have disappeared completely.

Of course, he didn't do it out of the purest kindness of his heart. 

In some way, it was to bind him to his side and to indebt him forever. A permanent reminder in his memory that he was once weak too.

In his mind, it was the only way for both of them to get what they wanted. Eventually, this would all pass over and they would both laugh about it over a drink.

They would have the chance to look each other in the eye without anything twisting around. 

Both recognized the innate connection that trapped them to each other, both found comfort in the fact that they had such a thing. 

On and off throughout centuries, it was a bit of a hassle to cut it off.

“Keugh..” the albino woke up, still groggy.

Alarmed, Russia jerked his hand away, caught like a child that broke a vase.

“What time is it?” 

“Time? I-It's 2:34am..”

“Mmh..’kay” 

Prussia turned to his side, facing away from the other man in bed.

Then he stirred up completely like a scared cat, and flinched when he took notice of who exactly was next to him.

“Man, what the fuck are you doing here!?” 

“Don't be loud.” he murmured. 

“Where's the other bed!?” He looked around feverishly.

“Other bed? There isn't one.” 

“Why the hell not!? You have all these cars and trains and planes but you can't afford another bed!?” 

Russia simply smiled and looked the other way, “it didn't seem necessary.”

“Go sleep on the couch, asshole” 

“There is enough room for the both of us, да?”

“I ain't sharing with you…” he spat with disgust.

“The couch is too small, East.”

“Did you do this shit on purpose?” Prussia grabbed him by the collar, dragging him upright “you got a one bed room so you could pull this off, right!?”

He was already tired of his antics before and this trip just sent him over the edge over any small instance of what before was a daily occurrence.

Russia giggled casually as his head drooped to his shoulder “you caught me again."

Prussia threw him into the bed again harshly. He noticed that the bruises from the car were already healing.

Straddling his chest with his knees, Prussia's hold on his neck tightened as he stared into the man's fluttering eyes.

Russia didn't resist at all, he didn't resist when his face began to lose its color and tone blue until it found its sickening flush.

Prussia's hands trembled with hesitation, to which the other's hands weakly clamped themselves around and squeezed harder.

“Keep going.” he whispered “I'm still breathing, East. Don't stop now.”

“You're a sick bastard.” 

“If it makes you feel better, beat me more” 

“What gave you that disgusting idea?” 

“In the car, you really wer–” 

With no warning, he drove his fist into the man's cheek. 

“That's it, keep going…” Russia rasped as his lips cracked.

He tilted his head to the side, exposing his throat as if he was giving an offer. The same sweet smile froze on his face.

Prussia found himself squeezing harder at the neck, he stopped himself just before he knew it would crack. 

“Why sto–” 

He hauled back and punched him once more to the jaw, sending the man's face towards the mattress. 

Weakly, he bobbed his head back to look at the man's face with a dazed stare. His lips split and with blood smeared across his chin.

Both of his arms rested to the sides of his body now, and though his reflexes called for him to defend himself they remained clenched at the bedsheets.

“This gets you off or somethin’?” Prussia panted, leaning in closer “You like this? Being treated like a dog?”

The Russian's lips curled into a nauseating smile. 

“Go on,” he giggled “Harder this time, okay?”

As if taking on a challenge, Prussia found himself nodding and going along with his wishes. 

Punches after punches landed on the pale face over and over. Ribs that cracked and disjointed from their orderly row. 

His arched nose completely broken and through the moonlight, Prussia could discern that his left eye returned to its bloodshot state. 

His eyes were watering and on his knuckles the albino though he felt wetness and not the gooey wetness of blood but of tears.

As if alarmed at actually having harmed the man, he got closer to check on him worried; he realized that somehow and while coughing blood there was a smile.

When Russia's eyes twitched open and found themselves looking straight at the red eyes. His eyes were dilated as he cracked into a fit of laughter at the ridiculousness of the whole thing.

Shuddering to the side and panting out of sheer exhaustion, Prussia found himself chuckling as well.

As if the whole thing was just a big joke. 

They laid there in laughter, in blood and cartilage and bits of bone. 

“Kill me.”

Prussia flinched out of his fit of laughter in an instant at the command, sitting upright.

“What are you going on about now?” he barked. 

“I'll be there in the morning, kill me now” even though his neck was broken and he was paralyzed he managed to dart his eyes into the man's face “you know I'll be there, and I'll wake up already.”

“I'm tired already, look at me!” He chuckled drily “shit, the uniform…”

“There's an extra one Lithuania packed..” 

“Just my luck then, eh?”

“...”

“Where did you put the cigarettes? Did you even bring ‘em?”

“...” 

With a ‘tsk’, he bashed the man's head in using both of his fists as blood bubbled in the corpse's mouth. With this very primitive surgery, his nose was alright again.

“Hey, where are the cigarettes?” 

Prussia did an annoyed cigarette motion with his hand of holding both fingers closed together and swished them from his mouth out.

“Hah…in luggage…”

“Thanks, you can be good if you want, yeah?” 

“Prus–” 

He knew he'd wake up alright tomorrow–maybe even better than yesterday. But even he thought this to be a bit excessive, at least in the facial area. Everything else was more or less intact. 

Yeah, he'd wake up tomorrow for sure.

Shuffling around he found the pack of cigarettes, less than half were left. Taking one out he found a lighter in Russia's uniform that laid on the couch. 

He carefully positioned the cooling corpse to rest on the bed again, he positioned it looking out the window opposite to Prussia.

If only not for the lack of breathing, he'd believed that the man next to him was only sleeping.

After he took a weary drag out of his cigarette, he found the bitter smoke in his mouth to be once more nauseating.

Anything he drank or ate with him in this state, and so near would taste bitter and disgusting.

He put the cigarette out on the corpse's collarbone, and got up to take a shower.

Oddly enough, he did feel better.

Notes:

BITCH THIS CHICKEN IS COLD!!!

I wish I wasn't so busy so I could keep writing. I think this will be many chapters so stay tuned.

Next chapter out in probably same amount of time of a week or a week and a half