A.P.O.V.
It was only supposed to be a one-night-stand, no more, no less. It was good, yeah, but I wasn't going to crawl back and beg for more. So why? Why did my heart beat harder every time I thought about him? Why? The only reasonable response... impossible. I wasn't even going to follow that line of thought. He was just another one-night-stand. Nothing for my thoughts to linger on. ...Right? Wrong. Very wrong.
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R.P.O.V.
I sat at my desk, staring at the paper in front of me. I hated homework. Especially math. I sighed and leaned back in my chair. I jumped when someone knocked on my door. Covering my eyes with an arm, I spoke. "Come in." I pretty much growled the words, but the person opened the door anyways. I uncovered my eyes and glared at the newcomer. "What do you want, Prussia?" He returned my glare.
"Well you are possibly the most rude country on the planet. I would leave in disgust, but I have business to discuss with you."
I could think of a few other, far more annoying countries, including the one standing in front of me, but curiosity made me hold my tongue. "Get it over with, da?"
He sighed. "Last night."
I waited for him to continue. When he didn't, I spoke. "Da?"
He flopped onto the bed despite my growled command to get off. "America didn't deserve that."
I sighed. "I am shocked. You are finally thinking about someone other than yourself, da?"
He threw one of my pillows at me. I caught it easily. "Shut up. It's just that... Birdie is America's brother. They are very close, and it would hurt Birdie if you hurt America. Otherwise, the awesome me would be fine if you killed him."
I threw the pillow at him and he fell backwards, his head making a pleasing thump against the wall. I grinned. "I care nothing for either of them, nor you. I do not care whom I 'hurt,' da?"
He glared at me, rubbing the back of his head. "Birdie is close to Ukraine, too. It would hurt her as well."
I froze at the mention of my sister. My mind rushed for a response. Finding one, I spoke. "What is done cannot be undone. I will care for Ukraine, and you will care for this 'Birdie.' Do not bother me about this further or I will be unhappy, da?"
He stood, fists balled. "Shut up and go apologize."
I sneered. "Nyet."
He raised a fist as thought to punch me, and I prepared for a fight. A knock was heard at the dorm door, though, and our heads whipped to the sound. He lowered his fist as I went to answer the door.
A blonde man blinked up at me with his hand raised as though to knock again. He opened his mouth to say something, but Prussia pushed past me to embrace the blonde. "Birdie!" I stepped back, trying to keep my personal space. This was the person Prussia had called 'Birdie?'
He was small and blonde, with wavy hair and a stubborn, curly cowlick. He wore glasses, a red maple-leaf hoodie, and jeans. I noticed a white animal trailing at his heels. This small man was America's brother? Though I could see a small resemblance in their blue eyes and blonde hair, I could hardly believe it. This man seemed small and meek, while America had a strong build and a loud voice. They were polar opposites.
I established eye contact with the Prussian, who glared at me but still let go of the blonde. "Birdie, are you thirsty?" The blonde nodded. "Why don't you go get a drink? I got you some Fanta. It's in the fridge." The blonde's head swiveled from Prussia to me and back. Prussia maintained his glare the whole time, so, of course, I maintained my glare as well.
"Gil..." Prussia turned his head toward the blonde but kept his eyes trained on me.
He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Birdie. I'll be with you in a sec." He looked between the two of us again, hesitated, and nodded. Prussia smiled and squeezed the blonde's shoulder. He started to walk away, and Prussia returned his full attention to me.
"You will apologize to America. You will make sure he heals fully. And you will not complain."
I sneered. "Make me."
He raised a fist and the punch flew. I felt pain as his fist connected with my face, splitting my lip. I could feel a warm, sticky liquid drip down my face, and I wiped It away with the back of my hand. I lifted my fists in a fighting position and spit blood towards him. He growled and lunged towards me again. He tried to push me off balance with a strong punch to the stomach, but I grabbed his wrist and twisted. He cried out before biting his lip and struggling away. Rotating his injured wrist, he growled again. I sneered and spoke.
"It's such a big deal that I fucked up America? Wonder how you would react if I did the same to your little boyfriend."
He snarled and went to throw himself at me, but the blonde chose that moment to come out of nowhere and hold his arms back. I was surprised at the strength he exhibited by holding back the strong Prussian, but didn't linger on the thought. I took the moment to deliver a sharp blow to Prussia's stomach. He bent in two and coughed something up. The blonde gave a cry of "Prussia!" but didn't let go of his arms. Prussia eventually straightened up and glared at me, struggling to get away from the blonde to attack me. He was snarling words as he fought against the boy.
"God damn you, you Devil! Never, ever talk about Mattie that way! I will kill you for that!"
Grinning evilly, I punched him again, this time in the face. I heard a satisfying crack as his nose broke. I went to strike him again, but I felt someone take a firm hold of my arms in an attempt to hold me back. Taking advantage of my predicament, Prussia spat out an insult.
"I will make sure someone screws Ukraine so hard she'll be bleeding for weeks."
I knew my similar comment had made him angry, but this just made me see red. I couldn't control myself as I twisted in the person's grip to punch him in the face, subconsciously noting his glasses shatter and nearly fly into his blue eyes. I rushed to Prussia, pushing away the blonde before shoving Prussia to the ground, hearing his head hit the hardwood floor. I felt my knuckles split as I punched my fists into his face again and again. He raised his arms in a poor attempt to defend himself, but I hit him hard enough for his arms to hit his face with force. I felt people pulling at my arms, but I just kept punching at the Prussian. Eventually, someone grabbed my arm as I pulled it back to punch Prussia again. The person spun me around and punched me in the face. I fell backwards onto the floor as somewhere in my brain distantly registered pain. I felt the person punch me in the face again and again much in the same manner as I had to Prussia. I felt numb. I could hardly feel the pain, and I didn't care about the amount I felt. I just lay there, emotionless and numb, as I felt my nose crack and my lip split several more times. I felt empty and tired and numb. I was mentally exhausted.
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Translations:
Russian-
I'm sure you've read enough fanfics and watched enough Hetalia to know what they mean, but da means yes and nyet means no. I included this because one time I was reading a fanfic where France called England Angleterre, and the author said that, "You've probably read enough fanfics to know what that means," and left it at that. At the time, I didn't know what that meant, so that really pissed me off. So, yeah. Da=yes, nyet=no. Remember that. I'm not saying it again.
French-
Angleterre means England.
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Hi! This is the first fanfic I've uploaded to this website. Actually, the first fanfic I've ever uploaded. So, yeah. Holy crap. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Outright criticism is not, however. I'm not going to ask you to go easy since this is my first time. Nah, spew out all your shit at me! I won't mind. Okay, I might, but I won't let you know. Anyways, story. What do you guys think? I wrote this in, like, two days. The whole story. I'll upload the rest soon, but it's all written, and I've even started a sequel. So look out for that later, too. And don't leave me reviews saying, "Oh, so-and-so should do such-and-such!" because unless it was in the original, it's not happening. I'm not changing anything other than grammatical errors. And accents. A friend recently told me that accents in stories and confusing and annoying, so I left that out. Plus I don't really know how to write Prussia's accent. SO. No accents. Also, I'm going to ask a question. If you get that question, I will write down one request from you and write a one-shot about it later. You ready? Let's do this!
Question 1:
Who is America's brother?
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