Trust is Dangerous- Russia x Germany

Walking

I woke up like from a bad dream. The dried tears on my face felt like a tight mask, and I walked out quietly to wash it off. It seemed pretty early, because not even Belarus was up yet. When I finished, I crept back, changed my clothing, snatched my ushanka off of the nightstand, and went downstairs. My stomach was empty and I felt a little sick. Nerves, I though to myself. I must be influenced by my emotions so much they make me ill. I opened the fridge to rummage around for some food and a stomach tablet. After making a decent breakfast out of dark bread, cold salmon and chives, I sat down at the table and thought for sometime. The day was nice, and even though it was still semi dark, I could see that today the sky would be cloudless and the air pressure would be high. The white cabinets and back wall shined from the east side where the sun was coming up. Last night was terrible, I thought to myself. At least you got it all figured out, a little voice in my head whispered. I heard a little creaking from the stairs and thought it might be Belarus coming down. I was wrong, and Germany came into the kitchen.

"Good morning," he said quietly, sitting down opposite of me.

"Hi," I was probably inaudible, because he looked me over.

"Are you okay?" He asked me. "From yesterday....?"

"Not really," I admitted. "To be honest, I'm always a bit fearful when I see something directly connected to...your father."

Germany seemed unfazed by that. "That's okay. I won't lie about it, but I was kind of nervous yesterday too. Your dad was pretty up and in front about this issue."

"At least I'm not the only one," I smiled weakly. He nodded in response but said nothing. I could hear a bird chirp in the fields outside, and the sky was now a light blue with whispy clouds. Belarus came down, and was surprised to see that people were already awake.

"Hello!" She bounced into the kitchen and set a pot of water on the stove. "Why are you all up so early?"

"Uh, I can't sleep," I said with a bit of annoyance in my voice.

"Are you sick?" She prompted, pointing at the tablet next to me.

"No. I don't need this anymore, actually." I pushed it away from myself. Today she was wearing a long and flowing dark blue skirt and a cotton blouse. Her little bare toes poked out from the bottom of the navy material. She moved across the kitchen with a purpose, and took a handful of grapes and ate it while walking around the room, and doing things singlehandedly.

"Papa said to me that we'll be going out today," she took out a bowl of porridge and handed it to me and one to Germany from a steel pot on the floor.

"Where?"

"Not anywhere special, somewhere around," she waved her hand dismissively. "Maybe to the barn at the edge."

"That's way too far away," I argued. "Guess who won't survive that trip?"

Belarus probably caught on, even though she was never biased against grandfather. "Well, we can't mope around here for too long. Too many people and too little space." While she was talking, father came in. We looked at him expectantly, but he didn't drop any hints about last night.

"Good morning," he looked at us. "You're up early today."

"Couldn't sleep," I muttered. He raised his eyebrows, but thankfully stayed silent. He talked to Belarus about where we would go as soon as everyone else woke. It was decided without our input that we will be walking across our territory to the far south edge where we had a large and old barn. The walk would be long and I knew that grandfather would be the first to complain about his joints...like he had any problems with them. We've walked that path before, and it was very enjoyable last time. How nice it would be in the snow was the question.