A little story for Prussia and Hungary. Told from Prussia's point of view. Please review :)
'Have you ever missed him?'
Just that subtle question made her twitch. I winched at her action and she laughed, bitterly, I supposed.
'You knew the answer without the need to ask,' she stated.
Then all things became quite. The silence gradually buzzed in my ear and gnawed me.
'It's just a service, you know, so that you can pour out all your emotion instead of keeping it bottled up inside.' What the hell was I saying?
'You are such a gentleman.' She laughed again.
She laughed so much today, yet I didn't like it. Why?
'Come on then, tell me,' I urged.
'Tell you what?' She looked at me, as if confused.
'You know what I mean. You're not daft.'
'What if I am?' She laughed again.
I clicked my tongue. 'Stop laughing!'
She quitened, but I could here her muffled chuckle under her breath. Was it to annoy me, or was it to calm herself down that she continued to laugh? I don't know.
'And if you are daft, you wouldn't have been...' I realised what I was going to say, so I bit my tongue. If you're daft, you wouldn't have realised the feelings you had for him, and I could just get you out of those feelings without you knowing anything about it.
'I wouldn't have been what?' she asked. But why is her expression reluctant to hear the answer?
I shook my head, opposing her words, not wanting to hurt her even further.
'Alright, since you are so curious, yes, i have missed him.'
My eyes widen in surprise.
'And I don't know how and why these feelings grew in my chest. When I realised they exist, the feelings have devoured me whole.'
I blinked at her choice of words. 'Devour? But aren't those feelings supposed to be... gentle?'
She chuckled again, but stopped as I glared at her. 'They aren't, if the person that gave you your feelings would not even look at you.'
The light of her eyes slowly weakened as she said this. I quickly grabbed her hand and held it tight, praying that this would stop her light from fading. But she only smiled.
And the light continued to flicker, dim to nothing.
Not that she died. Not physically, I suppose. But I couldn't help but wonder if it was too late for me to save...
No. Not too late. But was I able to? Could it be that the one to save her was him and him only?
My fist itched to punch something, but would it really help?
Oh, what the fuck? Where the fucking hell is your ego? What for do you call yourself 'ore-sama' then? Isn't that title the highest of the high? Why are trying to do so much for that fucking she-male?
Have you fallen too deep as well?
~I am sorry it's so fast-paced and choppy . I am not really not good at this aren't I? I realised this when I read it the second time, a day I after I posted it on . I AM SO SOOOOORYYYYYY! D,x