I guess to start off, you've all head of "That escalated quickly", right? Yeah? Alright. So I'm not exactly a stranger to strange acts of violence, being mistaken for my brother and all almost all the time. But this, this was a weird one. And also scary.

We'd just finished a meeting, Cuba went outside first to grab the car. We usually carpool nowadas, it's easier, and also nice to spend more time with your boyfriend! I was still getting my stuff organized, it was quite a messy meeting today. Lot's of papers thrown. I had one page of my notes crumpled up by Mr. England and thrown at Mr. France, and it looked hard enough to hurt! Guess Dad's still got some power left in his bones. However flattening out my note sheet was a real pain. So I was getting my stuff organized after the meeting, and Prussia stayed behind to help out. He's a real sweet guy, though a lot to handle sometimes. He's kind of like an older, a little more mature America.

But that day, Prussia was acting strange. He was a little more,,, aloof? Disconnected. He'd been zoning out all meeting. I asked if he was fine a few times already, but he mostly just brushed it off with a non-believable "oh, I'm fine, just lack of sleep from work and all!" Non-beleiveable since he's retired. He just sticks around in meetings because he's bored. Sometimes he goes and entertains Sealand and his gang. War stories, climbing this one tree in the front yard, all that stuff kids liked.

It started getting a lot stranger while I was briefly on the phone with Cuba. He'd called to wonder what we should have for dinner.

"I guess we did finish the leftovers we alredy have, maybe just some takeout?" I answered.

"Yeah, but theres no real nutritional value in a lot of takeout! Plus it's Friday, we should go out tonight to relax! My treat." I chuckled and rolled my eyes. He always wants to go out and see if he could guess how restaraunts make their meals. It's an impressive and kind of attractive skill of his. He's incredibly accurate. "I can hear you rolling your eyes, amor. Come on, what's that one resatraunt you're always craving? Swan Challet?" I laughed.

"Swiss Chalet, amour. And I guess we can, if I get to pick the movie to watch when we get home."

"... You drive a hard bargain... But, I'll allow it." I could hear his smile through the phone, and it just made my heart flutter. I didn't even notice Prussia leaning over the table until a sharp breath caught my attention. "... Amor? You alright?"

"Y.. Y-yeah, I'm good," I said, eyeing Prussia. I switched my attention to him, walking closer. "Yo, Gil, you alright?"

"Shut. Up." I took a step back, a little shocked at his sudden hostility. I stumbled over my words, and decided to just stop trying to say anything. I tried getting my stuff in order a little faster, but I dropped my phone and some papers in the process. I think I let myself get a little more fearful than necessary, but there was a very big gut feeling telling me to get out as fast as I can. I heard Cuba through the phone, guess he heard the thump of the phone falling.

"Yo, Matthew, you good?" I scrambled to answer.

"I, uh, I- y,yeah! Yeah I'm alright, just, just, I just dropped my phone and all, no, no biggie." I cleared my throat, which was just getting dryer. I nervously kept looking over at Prussia as I stood up. He wasn't doing anything else other than leaning over the table. Though his grip on the edges made it look like he was about to break it. "Uh,, I'm fine but don't, don't hang up," I said, dropping my voice to a whisper.

"Are you okay? What's going on in there?"

My voice was getting shakier. I kept my voice quiet. "I'm fine, I just, has Gil been acting strange to you lately?"

"Other than that weird leather glove he wore today and called a fashion statement, no. What's going on, what's he doing?"

"N-nothing, nothing I swear I-"

Before I knew it I was forcibly turned around and pushed into the table, the edge of it almost cutting into my back. I yelled out in shocked pain, dropping my phone as the arm holding it was grabbed and weirdly held behind my back, my legs pinned by my attacker's, and before I knew it I was using my only free arm to keep Prussia's knife from slitting my throat. It didnt help that the table was distracting me. I didn't have super strength like America to push Prussia off of me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled through grit teeth.

"SHUT UP! I'm sICK of all the constant shittalking you've been pulling today! You think I wouldn't have listened, huh? Well I heard!" The amount of words that didn't make sense in his sentence threw me off guard. He tried pushing his knife-weiling arm at me again, and it took all my strength to hold it back, however he did nick my cheek.

"I... Don't know what you're talking about! gggAh!" I was forcibly thrown onto the floor and pinned, once again using my only free arm to keep his knife from cutting me.

"Don't play dumb with me, Canada! You always think you're so nice, don't you? You're nice, submissive Canada, you can't do anything wrong! But not anymore! I've caught you!" With a sudden burst of strength, Prussia yanked his weiling arm down and away, landing a sizable slice across my right cheek. And then Prussia was torn off me and thrown to the side. And I was helped up by Cuba, as Mr. Germany had Prussia held against the wall, demanding an explanation.

"East, what is wrong with you?! I assumed you two were friends!"

"Friends my ass! Cuba, ask your shit boyfriend what he said! Ask him!" Prussia was hysterical. Ludwig looked to us for any kind of input.

"What the hell are you talking about, he's been on the phone with me the whole time! Talking about food!" I hastily nodded in agreement. Though I was a little preoccupied with the alarming about of blood coming from the slice in my face. That cut was a lot deeper than I initially thought it was. Though I guess with a quick rinse in the sink it would heal up fine.

Mr. Germany sighed, though not loosening his grip on Prussia. "You two go get cleaned up and get back to your homes. I'll deal with this one. Have a pleasant weekend, you two." We nodded in a silent "you too", and gathered my stuff, walking out. I got most of the blood off my face in the bathroom, though both of our suits were stained. I was right about the cut. Healed up almost instantly with good ol' H2O. Though I could still feel the sting of it.

Cuba and I decided to order and pick up our meal instead of dining in that evening. Movie dinner on the couch, and when we were done, silently leaning into each other as Cuba curled his arm around me, almost protectively. Though I wasn't bothered. Today made me want a little protection. We both fell asleep like that until Mr. Kumajirou woke us up to remind us that sleeping on the couch will give us tall folk bad spines. So we got up, got dressed into sleep clothes, and head to bed.