He tilted his head and looked at him. His mind started talking to him again before he could think of his next sentence.
You will be mine, Da? (RussiaXPrussia prussia needed PAFP)
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Prussia glanced up and looked at him for a few moments before facing the door. He knocked lightly, wanting to get out of the cold.
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The door opened quickly by Latvia. Russia waited for Prussia to go in first.
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"Hey, Latvia," Prussia greeted as he walked in, holding his books. He didn't really remember ever being generally polite, but the Baltics were alright.
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Latvia gave a small shaky nod. Russia pressed a hand on Latvia's head making the small country tremble harder.
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Prussia blinked and looked back at them, frowning slightly.
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Russia looked up at Prussia "What?"
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"Er... I think you're scaring him," Prussia replied, as though he wasn't aware that that was quite normal.
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"What do you mean?" Russia said looking down at Latvia who just stared at his feet.
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"He's shaking. Actually, he shakes a bit anyways, but still," Prussia replied, setting his books down on the counter.
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"Oh well then I'll just let me go on hie way." Russia said lifting his hand and watching Latvia quickly disappear into another room.
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Prussia watched him go. "He looks like a kid," he said.
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"He is young but he is also very short." Russia said taking off his coat.
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He nodded, looking at his books. He picked one up and walked toward the living room.
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Russia walked to the kitchen to put his bottles up.
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Prussia curled up comfortably on the couch before opening his new book.
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Russia started unpacked the bottles and sticking them in a cabinet.
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It felt good to read something in his own language. Prussia smiled as he read.
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Russia poured a glass of the bottle that he had opened on the way here and walked out to the living room.
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Blinking, the albino glanced up as Russia came in. He nodded a greeting before turning back to his book.