Dashing through the snow

Title: Dashing Through the Snow
Author: Michael
Pairing:Yuriy/Prussia
Fandom: Beyblade/APH
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence and language.
Theme: 06. White
Summary: Prussia has built a fort, and god dammit it is the strongest fort in Discedo only not.
Disclaimer: Beyblade and Axis Powers Hetalia do not belong to me. Discedo setting does not belong to me. For more information on how and where click here: (http://vycherkivaty.livejournal.com/815.html)
Instalment #: 3
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The past few days had been silent between the two. Prussia had been growing more and more frustrated at how his authority was continuously ignored. Not to mention the embarrassment of turning in to a hat right in front of that stupid Russian sissy. He'd deny every accusation ever aimed toward him over that. The Nation distinctly ordered for the man responsible to come forward and had received nothing but mocking and back talk. Prussia hated it here. God damn serfs didn't know who they were dealing with. He'd show them. He's show them all! So he built a fort.

A snow fort. Because it made him feel minutely important; of course he was important, being a Nation and all - but he wanted a fort. Prussia grumbled to himself as he continued packing the snow. He should have to be doing this himself. He should have people doing it for him. He wasn't no slave, he was Prussia! The more he thought about everything, the more frustrated he got, the harder he packed the snow down and fought liquid coming to his eyes that were totally not tears or anything like that because Nation's didn't cry. No, he was just frustrated. This stupid place and their stupid holidays with stupid people.

Outside, the wind had settled. Snow came down in sheets earlier in the morning leaving everything heavily coloured in white. Yuriy was out with Wolborg strolling along behind his lead. It felt a bit more like home with the snow here. I hate this place, Yuriy thought as his feet continued forward without a stream of unease in his steps. No one listened to him. No one here even knew him but Rei. According to Rei, he'd failed his mission. This made things inconvenient (or very bad). The redhead quietly shook his head to himself. No, Rei was just trying to trick him. It was absolutely impossible that he could have lo-- thought interrupted by a ball of snow thrown at his head and a familiar roll of laughter.

Yuriy's brows ebbed in with a frown and his eyes looked toward the direction whence it came. Prussia. Of course it would be. Who else would it be other than Prussia? And he was in a snow fort? A snow fort. Heheh. A snow fort.

"So, you actually took my advice did you?" He said, knowing Prussia wouldn't understand a word. A hand came to his hip. "Look at that, Wolborg. What a pathetic attempt." He chuckled coldly to himself.

It was funny because Yuriy had, earlier, taunted the Nation over the PDA's (because he refused to acknowledged what else the message had said and he knew, like himself, Prussia would deny it if brought up anyway; besides, Yuriy didn't care. Why would Yuriy care about Prussia?). . . . . . . . . . sigh. Yuriy bit his lip as he heard Prussia laughing and yelling about who knew what because Yuriy did not speak pig-language. Did he even notice? The redhead shook away those thoughts. What the hell was he thinking about this shit for? This place was obviously making him lose his head. He needed to find a way out.

"What's the matter serf," The Nation taunted with a sneer rolling up over his lips, "you afraid of a little snow?" Sure, Prussia probably had better things to do than play around with this stupid Russian brat but hell, it was fun and stress relieving. He was feeling down and frustrated if he was honest with hi8mself (which he wasn't). Might as well take it out on the little twit. "A Russian, hah, afraid of snow, haha! Come on you wimp!"

Yuriy stared at the smug bastard sitting behind some poorly constructed snow fort. Did he honestly consider that a fort? The redhead almost rolled his eyes but instead he looked back at Wolborg for a moment before he tipped his head sharply to point toward another direction and than pivoted away from the Nation. It looked like they were walking away. Prussia looked completely dumbfounded for a moment. Wait, wait. That wasn't how things were suppose to go!

"Hahaha!" He laughed, covering up his uneasiness. What was this?! This stupid Russian brat was turning away from him?! "Coward! Some Russian you are!" His voice grew in pitch - something in it sounded . . . Prussia frowned and stared at the ground for a moment. God damn this place. Scarlet eyes looked up to that corner. He had the utmost extreme desire to go follow - for mocking purposes, of course. To rub it in that clearly Prussia was superior. Prussia was so superior that this Russian whelp wouldn't even take him on in a snowball fight! Hahaha! Yeah, that was it.

Yuriy continued walking with a frown on his brows, but a smirk slowly pulled up as he turned the corner around the end of that block. There, he waited. Wolborg sat, and looked off for a moment. Stupid German thinks he can out do a Russian in anything relating to snow and winter. Hah hah hah. He couldn't believe he was wasting his time with this; there were more important things to do, Yuriy was sure. Although sure enough he began packing snow in to hard balls of varying sizes. Once finished, the fight began with a sneak attack upon Prussia as he was - moping? Haha, pathetic.

"Hey!" Prussia frowned, and stood up wiping the snow from his face, "that was a cheap sho--" only to receive another. Dammit this cheating bastard! He didn't know how Yuriy was cheating but he was. Prussia wasn't exactly . . . prepared. Well!

"What did you say about me being a sad Russian?" He snarked after tossing - fairly accurate - another snowball.

D-dammit! This fucking kid. Prussia ducked behind the snow shield he liked to call a fort and began packing away snow. Yuriy could only chuckle, hitting the stupid blond square in the face every time it came up until his feet stood right in front of the shield. Ice blues leered down at the Nation who almost looked like a deer caught in headlights. This was a nice change. His fingers wrapped around the material about Prussia's neck and pulled up glaring at him.

"Before you say anything," Prussia said almost mocking Yuriy's anger, "remember that I can't understand what you're saying." -- By now, Yuriy has memorized the 'I can't understand' line to know exactly what Prussia just said, more or less. He didn't care though. His lips pulled back in first a snarl and than a grin.

"Look at you," he chuckled - spoken in a demeaning tone, "are you shaking because you're cold little Prussia, or because you got your ass so thoroughly kicked in a snow fight by a Russian?"

Prussia, typically, didn't understand a word Yuriy was saying but the tone gave away that it was some form of insult and so he'd retaliate. Only differently. There was a pause before the hand was grasped; Prussia regaining his composure mentally and physically. He looked... What was he doing? Yuriy took a step away. This didn't make sense.

"You should join my army," he said. 'Armee' -- obviously 'Armiya', Army. Yuriy rose a brow. "What?"

"You heard me," he paused, "join my army kid."

Yuriy, for a moment, looked like he was considering it. That was until he began laughing a laugh that made the Nation slightly uncomfortable although it came out as irritation. The more he got to know this whelp the more it was becoming very obvious this boy was in fact very Russian. Prussia's brows knit in and he almost took a step back. Eheheh... what the fuck did he just get himself in to and why was this creep laughing like that?

"Me? Join you?" Yuriy stopped when they were forehead to forehead; ice pierced the fiery reds below. "I'm Russian - I would never, ever join the likes of pigs like you."

Prussia felt a ping of - he was going to call it irritation - at that tone. "Are you in Discedo?"

"Its not your land."

"No one else had claimed it, it's my land."

"I will never follow you."

No one else could make the Nation this intensely livid and frustrated and - and - everything'ed. How and why he would never know but this little twit of a Russian dog got under his skin so bad and was so good at making him so mad. No, hah! That was giving this little boy way too much credit. Prussia was just frustrated was all. That was all. He brought his hands up to the taller (fucking Russian's were always so tall) one's chest and curled in to the material. He pulled down.

"Discedo is my land, and so long as your feet are on my land, you are mine."

Blah blah blah - "I am not join your pathetic imaginary little army," Yuriy said with a soft smirk as he pushed the Nation away. "Go cry about it. You're old news to almost everyone here that even knows who or what you are. No one cares, no one will follow you. You mean nothing."

Yuriy tipped his head over a shoulder back toward Wolborg and nodded for her to come and follow him as he began to walk off. "Hahaha, why would I ever join someone like him."

It'd completely obliterate the meaning of our relationship.