Trust is Dangerous- Russia x Germany

The Last Act

I was a bit teary when Russia kissed me. I couldn't even describe my thoughts, my feeling of pure euphoria. We lay in the grass under the gaze of the watchful moon, just enjoying the moment. I didn't need words to portray my emotions to Russia. He already felt them. I couldn't perceive of the time, but before I knew it, Russia was gently prodding me awake. I was still lying on top of him, but this time I felt much more sleepy.

"Good morning," he smiled. It didn't look like morning yet. It was dark, except for a rare car that went by.

"How do you know?" I said back and rolled off him.

"Mmm, I know." He stood up, stretching his back. "We spent the night here. In the park." He dusted off his ushanka, which was now dry but still dirty from its trip out of the pond. "You know, like homeless people."

"I've never slept better in my life," I admitted. He cracked a grin and took my hand so that we walked out side by side, where once we chased each other for information.

"I wonder if Iceland is mad." He thought aloud. "I don't need a search party coming after me."

My giggle reassured him. "I don't think so. I mean, it was only for the night." We walked back to the quiet and unmoving campus. Nobody stirred in the standstill atmosphere, and it was when the last tendrils of night were upon us. I slid under Russia's protective arm as we walked among the small manicured lawns and statues and trees. Soon all of the university would be alive and crawling with bright eyed students all chattering and moving along with their thoughts, hopes, dreams, and wishes. The warm wind tickled my cheek, asking me to come and play. Soon the sun would warm our side of the world and we would abandon the teeming city for the quiet country once more. May signified the end of the year, the end of the old, start of the new.

"Do you know what day today is?" Russia whispered to me.

"Yes," I breathed back, not wanting to stir the fragile stillness. "Ninth of May."

"Mhmm," he nodded, clutching me even closer.

"Change is inevitable." I said. "You can't change the fact that yes, my father died today those years ago. I don't want to be sad. No, I want to be happy that old streams cut new ways and waining candles burn no more." I blinked up at him, smiling. "Aren't we the future who honour the past?"

"You amaze me, Philosopher." He laughed.

"That better not be my nickname," I teased.

"Why not?"

"It's too long." I say. "Nicknames are supposed to be short."

"Don't count on me calling you 'bunny' or 'sweetheart'." He smirked. "I'm not one of those people."

"I never thought you were." We arrived at Oak College. This is where we parted ways for the day. "You're always surprising me in different ways. But I know you're never going to let down your 'tough' image."

"As if I had one." He huffed. "I sure didn't try."

"Well, think again. A lot of people think you are." I opened the gate and was about to go through the small tunnel, when he stopped me.

"Oh, Germany, I forgot." He dug around in his shirt pocket. "I am lucky this didn't get wet."

"Yes?"

He took out a slip of paper. A cardstock. "Um, I kind of wanted to give this to you earlier...but...I didn't have the chance." He fumbled with it. "It's a ticket to my play. I got a ticket for you. Will you come?"

"Of course!" He slipped the cardstock through the iron bars of the gate. "It better be nicer than my gallery idea."

"Oh, it will." He promised. "I didn't sweat over all of this for nothing." He waved goodbye and lightly jogged out of view. Nineteen o'clock at the Peace Theatre. Queen of Spades, staged by the IUUP. Tomorrow. And Russia wasn't worried about that at all? I would be. Yawning slightly, knowing that I wouldn't be sleeping for much time, I crept up the stone steps and into my dorm room. I was prepared for a good morning from Finland. He never questioned my motives. He was good at giving people space.