[Fic] The 30th
The 30th
by Bleedred (Toilinthefields)
Last updated: December 27th, 2012
Characters: Prussia, Russia
Pairings: Russia/Prussia
Rating: Teen
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Prussia, Russia, use of word "asshole"
Summary: Birthdays can be lonely.
Written as a gift for Jule
Russia looked over at the fireplace from his chair, feeling a little let down that it was his only company save for his cat… who had wandered off somewhere else in the house to chase a mouse or some other such thing. He would never be privy to the ways of the enigmatic cat. At least he had a book to read to help put that sinking feeling of loneliness aside. A little bit of escapism never hurt anyone, did it? Well, maybe it did, but that was besides the point. Of all days Russia didn’t want to be alone, it was today… and the coming day, but he knew he couldn’t expect to be acceptable company on a holiday.
It was already evening and not even his sisters had called to pretend to wish him well. The phone had remained silent all day, just as the postbox remained empty of anything but bills or documents that needed his looking over from his bosses. Though, this was something Russia had more or less come to expect. Besides, in the rest of the world, (early, in his opinion) Christmas had only recently passed and New Years was right around the corner. Everyone was busy with family and their gifts, either returning them, exchanging them, playing with them, or buying new ones at those corporation-blessed “MEGA DEAL” sales. Bah. He had no need of them. Though, he couldn’t blame anyone for not bothering to take the time to remember him in the midst of their fuss and busy lives.
Just as he turned a page in his book, Russia froze upon hearing an odd knocking noise. Had the cat knocked something over-No, it kept repeating and was coming from the front of the house.
Oh. Someone was at the door. Maybe it was another bill collector coming to harass him about Ukraine’s debts. Russia would just tell them she didn’t live here anymore and give them her new address, just like he always did. With a sigh, he put a bookmark between the pages and set the small book aside to get up and answer the door.
Whom he found on the other side was… certainly not whom he had expected. A look of surprise washed over Russia’s face as he opened his mouth to speak.
“Ah, Gilbe-”
“Shut up.” Prussia’s sharp voice cut him off, looking none-too-pleased with being anywhere near the other man. The scowl was still firmly in place on Prussia’s face as he thrust what looked like a small, wrapped package with a bow on it into Russia’s hands. “Happy birthday, asshole.”