Trust is Dangerous- Russia x Germany

Gossip, rumours and lies

I was woken from a dark dream by a violent shake. It was still semi dark outside and I could make out the light posts which were still burning brightly. Finland, whom I found out was an early bird was at the work table, listening to music through a new pair of wireless headphones and turned o the light as soon as I stirred.

"Good morning." He said curtly. "Wie geht's?"

"Fine. Tired." I said. "Who is teaching you?"

"Estonia. And Austria." Finland adjusted his posture and looked at me with his piercing blue gaze. "He might be one of your relatives, actually."

"Who?" I felt like I had carried ten bags of grain on my back as I slid into the washroom.

"Austria. He prefers Dr. Austria." He smirked. "We all call him that in his face, but never when he's not around."

"I see." I was truthfully not in the mood, and was paying no attention to what Finland was saying. I would regret that later. "Should I go?"

"Definitely." Finland nodded. "It'll help you clear your head. I also run, but earlier."

"Earlier?" I was shocked. I couldn't even function earlier than this.

"I'm an early bird, what can I say." He smiled again. It was true though. He would go to sleep very early in the evening, at around twenty thirty (20:30) and didn't sleep for long. "Good luck."

"Kiitos." I surprised him at the last second by pushing the limits of my Finnish knowledge. He nodded back at me but said nothing in return. The hazy morning was something Finland told me to get used to. The lamps started to shut off to let the sun warm the earth, but it was still very dark. I walked out of the gate and almost forgot where I was going until a car whizzed by me and I jumped back to avoid the grit from it's tires. The two blocks seemed a little familiar to me already, and when I saw the gate to the park I couldn't help but sigh, since the last thing I needed was to get lost. As soon as I leaned on the gate and felt the little breeze on my face, a cold hand tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Iceland and Russia one a bit sluggish, the other bright eyed, respectively.

"Hello." Iceland yawned.

"Hi." I answered, unsure of what response or how I should be feeling. Did they want me to be excited about this? Or did they care less? More importantly, did Russia care that I was here?

"Since you two are with me, we'll do a small loop." Russia made a circle around the small map talked to a wooden board just to the left of the gate. It was old and a bit rotted out, but the map looked fresh and seemed to be changed out if one became too soggy or matted. The loop Russia showed was still bigger than I expected, and I could see doubt in Iceland's red eyes. "Is that okay?"

"Russia, please remember we're not all yelled at by our fathers to run five hundred kilometres a day." Iceland stifled a second yawn. He was dressed lightly today, wearing a white t-shirt with 'Scandinavia' written in black across his chest, and a pair of black slacks to match with it. In the relatively cold weather, he wasn't shivering. Nor was Russia, who was wearing a light v neck shirt and black pants that were cropped at the shin. I wondered if it was a fashion statement or it was just that he couldn't afford to wear something better. The third option was that he couldn't care less since he was in a park, with nobody to impress. A crucifix on a simple brown leather string/thin rope hung from around his neck. His grey ushanka was ever present on his head. Doesn't he ever get hot in it? That wasn't a question you couldn't ask.

"I remember." Russia replied lightly. "If you get tired, you can always walk. It's a loop; we'll be able to meet up somewhere. If we do get lost, just come to the gate, I won't leave until you all meet me. Deal?"