He was dancing like a gypsy slut. That's the only thought that was clear in Prussia's mind as his body twisted and contorted along with the music he had kept on repeat. He screamed with the lyrics, his brain foggy for some reason. Maybe it's because he'd gone to hang out with Niederlande and Dänemark the day before. Whatever the reason was, it wasn't a particularly unpleasant feeling. It was similar to the few times Holland had convinced him to smoke pot, but not quite the same. The song stopped and the man pulled the bottle of Jack Daniels America had given him off the table and took a quick swig before the song started again.

His body once again began twisting to the rhythm, seemingly of it's own will. He didn't even notice when Germany walked into the room, just kept moving to the music, a soft smile on his face.

I'm becoming less defined as days go by

Fading away

And well you might say

I'm losing focus

Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself

He yelled the lyrics to the walls, his eyes closed in what may have been pleasure or pain, or maybe both.

"Bruder..." Prussia turned towards the soft voice still singing and Germany gasped at his brother. There were red scratches on his face and neck that continued down his shirt from where his dull nails had dug into his skin. He placed a hand out, inviting his younger brother to dance with him as the rest of his body still kept it's snake-like rhythms.

Yes I am alone but then again I always was

As far back as I can tell

I think maybe it's because

Because you were never really real to begin with

I just made you up to hurt myself

Prussia dropped his hand, not realizing the tears the leaked from the corners of his eyes.

"Bruder, what are you doing?" Germany asked over the music, only to receive no response. He moved around the paler man to try turning off the stereo, only to be stopped by a pale hand around his wrist. The older man had finally stopped dancing but he kept singing along glaring into the taller nation's blue eyes.

There is no you

There is only me

There is no you

There is only me

There is no fucking you

There is only me

There is no fucking you

There is only me

Crimson eyes rolled back in their sockets, and Germany had barely had enough time to catch his brother before he hit the floor. It wasn't that hard to drag the slight man to his bed. Germany was still startled by the sheer wrath in his brother's eyes as he'd yelled the lyrics, more than sang them. There is no you, only me. Prussia has had issues since he'd come back from Russia all those years ago, since he'd been dissolved. This was probably just another psychotic episode, it was less violent than the others though. The blond still shuddered when he thought of the times his brother had cut open his arms and used the blood as paint. He would bandage the man up and see what he remembered once he woke up.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

The man groaned, his eyes opening slightly to see his plain ceiling. He sat up, scratching at the bandages.

"Hey what does the awesome me have to do to get some food around here?" Prussia called out, grinning as much as the bandages on his face would allow. Germany walked into the room and stared at his brother.

"How are you?"

"Hungry as hell and wanting wurst and beer and pasta if Ita's over." He gave the younger man a wide grin, his bandages crinkling as he did so.

"Dinner will be ready here soon." Germany said with a slight smile of his own before walking away. Once he was gone, Prussia face became more serious before he plopped back down and sang softly under his breath.

"Things aren't as pretty...on the inside."


A/N: just yeah, I really don't know ^^;