Why had he come to Russia he knew it wouldn't be safe - that Russia scared the shit out of him, mused England.
"Good morning England."
"Ahh...umm... Good morning Russia."
God why was he so jumpy he's bloody United kingdom he doesn't get scared, but then again it was Russia England thought glumly.
"So why did you ca-achoo!" England sneezed into his tartan scarf.
"would you like to come in?" Asked Russia kindly pointing in the direction of his house.
"That would be nice. Thank you" He started to slowly shuffle after Russia so he wouldn't slip on any ice, he jumped as a big hand enveloped his smaller one.
"R-Russia?" England's cheeks started to flare a light shade of pink.
"Holding your hand so you don't fall over and hurt yourself." Russia smiled happily which made England blush a deeper shade of red.
"Cheeky git." He mumbled to himself
"Hmm...did you say something?"
"N-no." England did not want to be viciously murdered by the Russian even though he seemed to be in a VERY good mood, as he pondered this thought his mind wondered to other things varying in importance, for example: What does Russia's home look like? Why did Russia call him over? And lastly how nice his hand fitted in the Russian's - wait, WHAT?! Oh dear god he has to stop thinking like that none of his relationships last it would just end up like him and America - or even worse him and France oh god he still had the scars from those. He always lost the people closest in his heart and he didn't want it to end like that with Russia he doesn't believe he could take another hit to heart and body, and mind, life seems to darken when you lose people to pride and what-not.
"we're here." Russia opened the door leading into his home.
"make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a second" he pushed England towards the living room taking their coats and scarves off and hanging them on the back of the couch. Where England waited for around 3-4 minutes when Russia came in with two steaming cups of tea.
"So England would you like to know why i called you here?"
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FanfictionWell, this wasn't a bad idea going to a strange place to a country people feared... Arthur's logic was sound... but what could possibly happen?