Hey guys, Felix here! I've been poking around on here for some fluffy Germany/Prussia bromance, but I haven't found a whole lot. So, I wrote my own! This is sorta really depressing but happy. I dunno, read it for yourself. REVIEEEEW! :D
Tender Affections
Prussia sniffed. He wiped his eyes, but the tears kept falling. He didn't really feel sad. He just did this now; it was part of his nightly routine. Say goodnight to West, brush teeth, get into pyjamas, feed Gilbird, turn off light, sit on bed and cry for an hour. He had no idea why he was crying. Well, that was a lie; he knew exactly why he was crying.
His depression.
He, the awesome Prussia, had been diagnosed with chronic depression. He took his anti-depression pills every day; he went out and did things all the time. He wasn't even in the house for most of the day. Whether he was hanging out with friends, working out, buying groceries, he was out. He didn't just wallow at home. But, nothing made him better. He always hurt; he always put himself down. Never out loud, but in his head he would just strike himself down every chance he got. You're so stupid, Prussia. Nobody likes you, Prussia. You're so annoying, Prussia. These were all things that ran through his head every day. Nobody but he and his doctor knew of his depression.
He always tried to encourage himself, but he would always end up crushing himself in the end. Maybe he had believed Germania's words a little too well. He thought back to the day when he and Vati were training.
FLASHBACK (Prussia's P.O.V.)
"Honestly, Prussia!" Vati roars as I lose my grip and drop the sword.
"I-I'm sorry!" I cry. Vati looks so angry. I don't like it when he's angry. It scares me.
"You are never going to be a nation!"
"I… I'm just a kid…" I mumble, but Vati hears me. I didn't want him to hear me. He grabs me by my collar and lifts me up to his face. "No. You are not just a kid. You are a country. And it is time you start acting like one!" He throws me to the ground and I land in a bush. "No supper tonight. You come home and go straight to bed."
"Yes, Vati…" I say sadly. He walks away and I wait a bit to follow him. I don't want to go home.
END FLASHBACK
Prussia sniffed again. He desperately wanted some form of comfort. He began to think of Canada; oh, he loved Canada so much. He smiled, but then remembered why he had never made a move on him. He couldn't do that to France.
I hate myself…
Prussia rubbed his rough hands together. He could feel the tingling in his palms.
Austria…
His heart almost stopped as he thought of all the things he had done to his little brother. The War of Austrian Succession, all those treaties he left him out of, all the mean things he had said to him, bothering Hungary. He especially hated the things he said and did to Hungary. Little West…
All the things he went through, and I was never there…
He sobbed quietly, looking down at the back of his hands. He used his finger to gently trace a loose vein from all his years of playing the flute and piano. From all the triggers he had pulled.
That one hit him hard. He laid down on his bed, covering his face with his arm. Of course, Austria had simply seen all those things as plain-old brotherly love, and Hungary had basically forgotten all the things Prussia said. Germany loved and completely adored Prussia, looking up to him even more than the Roman Empire. However Prussia was, as always when it came to these things, completely clueless.
Piyo Piyo
Prussia took his arm away from his face and looked to his left. Gilbird had flown down from his perch and landed next to Prussia on his bed. Prussia smiled sadly and wiped the tears from his eyes, rolling onto his left side.
He gently rubbed Gilbird's head with his finger. He sniffed. "Oh, I love you Gilbird. So, so much." Gilbird replied with a little Piyo. Prussia smiled and continued to pet the little bird. Gilbird stretched, ruffling his feathers before settling back down again and quickly falling asleep from Prussia's tender affections. Prussia gently lifted him up and set him pack on his perch. He laid down in bed and pulled the covers around him, grabbing his iPod and setting his black headphones over his ears. He looked through his podcasts before deciding on "The Shadow". He pressed play on the first episode and snuggled into his bed for the night.