They both need each other at their back, and not just as comrades; Russia needs him to simply provide him with stability, Germany needs him simply as a reason to keep on trying.
Germany tried to be disappointed with him for being so distant and resentful of his relationship with Italy, yet the look of betrayal in those violet eyes nearly broke his heart, even as the sight of him chatting with India later that night enraged him and made him feel like the worst hypocrite.
Russia complained about how cold Germany's hands were when he cuddled up beside him, yet the sleepy half-smile told him that despite his words, he was relieved that he was home safely.
Germany never really liked coffee, yet he thinks tasting it on Russia's lips could very well convince him otherwise.
Nobody can really comprehend why Russia would still be so loyal to Germany after the blue-eyed blonde married Italy, yet he is, and though Germany never comments on it, his silent gratitude is more than enough.
Together forever is an illusive notion, yet Germany can't help but think wistfully that they could very well have been 'forever' if they'd tried...in another time, in another place, in another life. And not just as countries
but as humans.
Russia didn't fear the crimson liquid like he once had, yet the sight of it on the German in any way was enough to make him want to freeze, throw up, curse and hyperventilate, all at the same time.
"And you call me silly," he mutters, yet his rough hands are gentler than even the best medic's as he checks to see if Russia's fever (courtesy of overexhaustion and too much work) has dropped.
When Germany bolts into the meeting that started twenty minutes ago with mussed hair and flushed cheeks, France proceeds to sing the handsomest and most romantic love ballad ever invented, and though Germany threatens the Frenchman more paperwork in revenge, no one misses the small yet satisfied grin on his face as an equally dishevelled (but very smug looking) Russia wanders in even later.
America is meant to be the main focus of the party they've been invited to go, yet in that brief moment when Russia catches Germany staring dazedly at him (even as he attempts to walk into the room without tripping on presents strewn everywhere), he can't help but feel like the brightest star in the room.
He confesses that the house they shared just wasn't home for him when he wasn't there; Germany laughs and playfully teases him and calls him a soft, even if his admittance brought the smallest of warm glows that would assist in melting the ice shards he'd kept around her heart for all those years.
Russia called him deaf when he didn't understand what Sweden was telling them, yet secretly, he always found Germany's confused expression to be rather adorable.
Germany's honestly isn't sure what he's more afraid of - opening his heart for him and risking the agony of another loss, or missing out on what could be with him by keeping it locked up.
"Why?" Russia whispers brokenly for the ninth time that night, shivering at the ominous rumble outside; he almost expects Germany to turn up like it was nothing but a cruel game of hide and seek and wrap him in a comforting embrace, yet as the lightning flashes and the frozen tears tremble on his cheeks, Russia knows he'll never do that again.
They sometimes argue like two emotionally immature children, yet no one can deny the unspoken devotion (even as friends) between them when they stand side by side.
There are quite a few sordid rumors about them that make Germany blush (not a difficult feat anyway), yet he can't help but smirk later on when Russia comments on how nobody will touch his desk because of said rumors.
No one can change his mind, but he finds himself drawn to a familiar pair of solemn blue eyes, and reluctantly conceeds otherwise, if only to himself.
It isn't so much the hugs and bantering rather than the fact that Germany trusts him enough to let him do that that is a gift in itself.
Considering he's one of the only people that can get a genuine grin and a laugh out of him, Germany thinks he's got damn good reason to be just a little smug.
As far as he is concerned, the more innocent Russia's expression is, the more trouble he's going to get into.