Trust is Dangerous- Russia x Germany

Essays, Penmanship and Hugs

After yesterday, Iceland arrived in the early evening, looking more disheveled than I've ever seen him before. I woke at five thirty in the morning, went out for a quick run and came back to see Iceland still sleeping. If I let him sleep, he wouldn't be able to have breakfast. I decided for him that food was more important than sleep at the moment.

"Iceland, wake up." I shook him till he groaned and pushed me away.

"Ugh, what?" He said hoarse from sleep. I went over to open the blackout curtains and the light spilled into the room. Well, as much light as the clouds outside let it. I opened the balcony door to let in some of the cold air, for the disgusting smell of carbon dioxide was intoxicating.

"Ah, the light!" Iceland hissed.

"I don't want you to starve today," I countered. "I decided for you."

"I think I could go without food,"

I shook my head. "No, you wouldn't. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

"You sound like my brother Sweden. He also flutters around, telling us that." He picked out a grey sweatshirt and black slacks, and then moped into the bathroom. I fetched my ushanka from the desk, took my books for the first half of the day, and dutifully waited for Iceland to finish. After a couple of more complaints from him, we set out. The clocks outside struck seven times, and streams of students poured out into the dining hall. Unfortunately it was early, and many other people had the same idea as I. We sat down near the entrance, to be able to leave early as well. Many people looked tired and not ready to go back to how things ran, yet no one had a choice, really. Iceland head tethered dangerously over his bowl of porridge before I moved it out of the way.

"Hello, Iceland, wake up already." I nudged him with his spoon.

"Why didn't you let me sleep?"

"Because you would most definitely skip breakfast." A voice behind us said. I whipped around to see tall Finland staring at his brother.

"Finland, is that you?" Iceland didn't turn around.

"No. It's Norway." He made his voice a bit clearer and brighter.

"Go away Norway." Iceland mumbled.

Instead, Finland sat down next to his brother. "Wake up already. We came early for you to catch up on sleep. If it weren't for you, we'd come at two in the morning." Unlike his brother, Finland looked fresh and ready for the day. He was wearing a light blue sweatshirt with a Finnish proverb printed in black, an interesting choice for somebody who preferred practical and minimalistic clothing. He prodded his younger brother once more. "Iceland..."

"Russia didn't let me sleep. Now you're not."

"The dining hall isn't a place for sleep." Finland pointed out.

"Just let me sleep a bit."

"No. Tonight you can go to sleep early." Finland nudged Iceland once more. "But for now you have to be awake. What will Professor Holland say?"

"Nothing. He'll let me sleep."

"Iceland." Finland said sternly, unnatural for such a laidback man. "Remember what you promised me."

Iceland wilted once more and then sat up. "Okay, okay. I promised." He started to eat his now cold porridge and Finland smiled in triumph. We ate in silence, or as much as the crowded hall would let us. I was annoyed at the sounds, and I didn't realise how snappy I got till Iceland started to talk. "Russia," he said, but to me it sounded like a whine and I couldn't stand it.

"What?" I snapped back. Finland looked at me with a mix of surprise, interest and caution.

Iceland looked lost. "Um, never mind."