Our Parents as Enemies (RusGer)

Chapter 9: omae wa mou shindeiru

I really like Sabaton. Like, really really like them. They're such a good band.

--Germany's POV--

I practically bounced down the stairs, my cape bouncing behind me. I didn't know why I was so excited, but I felt like I had a part of me when I had the cape on. My great grandfather had explained to the both of us that it could take some time before the cape did what I wanted it to do.

"I rememper zat mein one uzed to do zee hobozite of vat I vanded it to do. It alzo uzed to pite me. I haffe ein feeling, young Germany, zat it vill try to brodect vu, conzidering how it vas heading up to vu peing cold. It may not vant to leaffe vu hunvrabed zomedimes. Pe careful."

I got to the end of the stairs and looked up at Russia, chuckling as the wind made the ear flaps of his hat blow, forcing him to keep his hand on his hat. It was rather windy, though with the school being hidden in the UK it was rather common to have bad weathered days like this. I remembered reading somewhere that on average, about 300 days of the year were cloudy, so luckily I came prepared. But even my scarf and heavy jacket wasn't helping with the cold, and I think my cape noticed because it wrapped around me and heated me up. I smiled and looked up at Russia. I cocked my head at him. He was sort of staring at me but also staring through me,  and I couldn't tell if he was on this earth or not. I gently tugged on his arm, and when that didn't work I reached up and shook his shoulder.

"Russland? Russland? Anyone home?" This seemed to wake him up,  and he jolted up before looking at me and going red. "Russland, are vu okay? Are vu too varm? Or berhaps too cold?" He shook his head and looked away. I watched him before smiling and walking with him, mainly because he blocked me from the wind. I was still shocked that we had military class outside in this weather, but this was America we were talking about. The rest of us European and North American countries started to gather, and I looked around, waiting for the teacher whilst being shielded by Russia and Canada, the latter of which was trying to hold in laughter.  "Kanada? Kanada, vy are vu laughing?" He waited until telling us two.

"I bet you 20 bucks that it's because he found my camera set up from last night." I made an 'oh' expression whilst Russia just looked confused. 

"Kanada, hexblain to Russland." He grinned wildly before whispering into Russia's ear. It took him a few moments to digest what Canada had just said to him, before making a semi shocked face and looking at Canada. "Rrreally? Kanada, I'm both shocked and not shocked at same time." We all laughed, and finally calmed down as a pissed off America stormed in front of the class. 

"You guys are continuing with the plans you were working on last week. I can't be bothered to teach y'all today." We all split off into our partners and us three sat in a little ditch area where the wind couldn't get to. We started chatting amongst ourselves again, but mostly it was Canada and Russia giggling about what Canada did as a 'side job' whilst I worked on some personal blueprints. Ever since my room was raided, I was given problems by the 5 principals (ASEAN, NATO, UN, EU and Commonwealth of Nations if any of you guys were wondering) and I was to design solutions. Most of the designs were petty ideas, but I had showed them a plan last night that actually got them interested. Solar energy. And not just small scale, like most of the world had just now. Large scale, enough to power whole countries on just solar and renewable energy. 

I was a little crazy sometimes.

Okay a little dirt talk here. Just Canada being Canada. As per always.

--Russia's POV--

I continued in my talk with Canada, still shocked that he worked in that way. "So if you verrre expecting yourrr brrrother to sleep vith someone last night, who verrre you zinking of Канада?" He looked around before whispering into my ear.