Hey! This is the first chapter of a story that me and my friend, Fayre Amore, is helping me with! Please review! I need to know what I need to fix. I'mm not very good with long stories but this is one of my best ones.

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Prussia's Point of View:

Darkness. That was all I could see. Darkness. No light at all. What was going on? Where's the light?

"Prussia?" "Prussia? Where are you?" Ita? West? I try to yell out to them but nothing comes out. Not even a squeak. They sound so far away. No! Come back! Don't leave me!

"Prusia?" "Prusse?" Spain! France! Can you hear me? Mein Freunde… don't leave me.

"Prussia?" That voice, it's so close. Just behind me. "Potato Bastard! He's over here!" The voice shouted. Romano? "Why didn't you answer us, bastard?" I tried to look at him but it was so very dark, "I'm over here, idiota." I tried again. I felt a warm hand on my face, turning it in the opposite direction. I heard a gasp, "Prussia, what happened to your eyes?" There was worry in the voice.

I see darkness. There's nothing wrong. I told him that. "Prussia?"

"BRÜDER!" "AMIGO!" "MON AMI!" "PRUSSIA-SAN!"

I can hear them. I can hear the steps. They're coming. I smiled.

"Prussia, can you see anything?"

How many times do I have to tell you? I can't see anything with the lights off.

"I can't read lips, idiota." Irritation was starting to come back into his voice.

Read lips? How can you read lips? I can't even see five feet in front of me!

Arms wrap around me. My eyes widen. Who the hell is touching me?! "Bruder, are you alright?"

Oh, it's just you, West. I'm perfectly fine. I shrugged.

"Potato... Germany, get off of him."

What? What's going on?

"Prussia, how many fingers am I holding up?" (A/N: I had to… *going to emo corner now…*)

Now, I am pissed. I can't see anything 'cause the lights are off! How stupid do you think I am?! I can tell the difference between when the lights are on or…

"Prussia. You can't see anything can you?" I rolled my eyes and shook my head, still looking pissed, "Why didn't you tell us?" I raised my eyebrow at him, I tried to. You just wouldn't listen, "I still can't read… wait… start talking again but don't freak out, bastard. I'm just going to touch your neck." Why? There's nothing wrong with me, right?

But even now I can feel doubt running through my veins. Am I really alright? I looked down.

"Prussia, look forward and start talking." Romano, what's wrong with me? I can feel my lips moving but no sound is coming out. I feel that my eyes are open yet everyone can see perfectly but me. What's going on? I feel Romano's slender hands touch my throat and start talking about anything that comes to my mind.

"Just as I thought." He whispers sadly.

"What's wrong with him, Roma?"

"I'm sorry, Prussia. He's now both completely blind and mute." What?! I wasn't the only one that said that, or at least tried to. Everyone else in the room shouted it, "His vocal cords didn't move at all when he talked and he has not been able to see anything what so ever. He kept pointing toward the ceiling. Prussia, did you think the lights were off?" I nodded, realization sinking in. Instead of dying like regular nations, I just lost two of my abilities. Why? Why am I still alive? I have nothing to represent. Nothing to my name, not even a dollar. Am I cursed to live forever on this Earth as an outcast? An abomination, that's not quite human and yet not quite a nation?

"Prussia!" I turned my blank eyes to look up at him, "It's going to be okay, bastard." I tried to ask him if he was sure, but I couldn't talk. How could I communicate with anyone?

The others finished their discussion, "Prussia, would you like to go home?" I nodded.

The car ride was silent. I would've felt better if they were talking. It was still spooky, to not be able to see or speak, but it was worse when I couldn't hear anything either.

Prussia had missed the looks he was receiving from Romano, but Italy, however, had not. Romano was planning something. Italy hoped it was something good.

"I think Prussia should come with me." The car swerved. I could tell because I heard it skid and my whole body was jerked around. Dang, my neck's going to kill me in a few minutes. What was that for, West?

"Why?" Germany asked.

"I have a secluded house down in Naples that no one knows about, not even Spain knew about it, until now at least. He can learn to adjust there. I can teach him sign language and he can learn to use a cane or a guide dog with no one to bug him or get him frustrated."

"Why are you being so nice to him? You hate him, don't you?" I'm right here. Hello? I can still hear you! I may be blind and mute but I can still hear, you know!

"I owe Prussia a life debt, dammit. He saved my life, a couple centuries back." Wow, he still remembers that? I didn't even save his life. I nearly killed him with a prank then stopped it before it could. I just wanted to see the little brat smile, but almost lost him instead.

"I think that's a very good idea." Germany sounded defeated.

"What do you think, Prussia?" Thank you for remembering me! It sounds pretty cool, in all honesty, a house where I can learn skills that could help me. I bet I'm so awesome, that I will be done and on my own in a few days! I smirked. Where did you learn sign language, Romano? I heard a sigh, "Prussia, you're mute. Take your right hand and make a fist." Right. I made a fist. "Move your hand up and down, but only with your wrist." Copy that! "That's how you say 'yes'." I lifted an eyebrow. Why not just shake or nod my head? "I'm teaching you American sign language. It's more widely used and after you learn that, I can teach you to sign in Italian, German, Spanish, Russian, you name it and I can teach you." I signed yes.

"How do you know how to sign, Roma?" Spain asked.

"Not all diplomats can fucking hear or speak, weirdly enough. I learned while working with several deaf Senators, dammit. Prussia, take your index, middle and thumb and spread them out." Done! "Right hand, Prussia. American sign language mostly uses their right hand." I nodded and corrected my fingers. "While keeping your fingers straight, bring the tips together." Okay. "That is 'no'. If you turn your hand counterclockwise with your wrist, while doing that with all of your fingers, it becomes 'shut up'." I nodded.

"Ve~ fratello! Can you teach me? PLEASE?"

Romano let out an irritated sigh, "Maybe, dammit. It will take months to learn it, are you sure?"

"Never mind, ve~"

I chuckled, sort of. "Potato Bastard, drop off the others and then I'll tell you where the hell to go." Oh, no. That's not going to go over well with France and Spain. I was proven right in just a second by both Spain and France protesting about not knowing where their friend will be, "There's not a snowball's chance in hell, that I am letting you two see where the fucking house is. Knowing you two, idiotas, you'll be over every day and he won't be able to learn shit. I'll bring him to the world meetings, so you can see he's alright, capisce?" They let out irritated huffs, so I know they agreed.

It took about sixteen hours to get there. We dropped everyone else off at the Italies' house in Rome. Romano had to help me out of the car and had a tight grip on my arm the whole way to the door. I felt completely useless.

Germany cleared his throat, "I left the bags at the door. If you need anything just call me." I signed 'yes' and he left.

"I will have to help you, for a while, with everything, but after that, you should be able to do it all by yourself. First, do you want a cane, guide dog or both? Hold up one finger for cane, two for guide dog, and three for both. I have to warn you first. The guide dog is a pet but you can't spoil it like regular dogs or it will start to lose its training and you have to get a new one. The dog is easier because it can see while a cane cannot, but a cane is also a good choice because it doesn't need care like a dog and some buildings don't allow dogs no matter what." Ok. I held up a three.

He grunted, "Come on, let's get ready for bed." He grabbed my arm again. I heard him pick up the bags and then he led me around the house to the bedrooms. It was really odd. I tried to figure out how I can find my way around this house. It seemed really big.

"This is your room. Mine is down the hall just a bit. If you need anything, anything what-so-ever, follow the wall until the first door. That one is mine. Do you need any help?" I signed 'no.' "Okay, I'm going to be outside the door just in case, for a few minutes, just knock if you need me." I nodded.

It took a long time to get ready. I decided to skip a shower, so with a little help from Romano, I was ready for bed thirty minutes later. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Romano let out a sigh. He knew that this was going to be really hard on Prussia. He may be acting strong now but this was going to take a long time. No one can hold themselves together for long, not even the awesome Prussia himself. He brushed away some stray hair on Prussia's face, and then went to his own bed to sleep.

Romano is sort of OOC and there's a reason for it! He feels bad for Prussia, losing his sight and his voice, so he's going to try to be very patient with him and help him. There's also the life debt and the fact that Prussia helped the Italian Brothers gain their independence.