"In the history of all of the world, there is but one nation that ruled all those around them. A nation so great, other nations have bowed to its greatness. Many a enemy of this nation has fallen at this nations feet due to its complete awesomeness! And that nation is called …. PRUSSIA!" Prussia yelled out, with a smirk of his face. His voice echoed. Red eyes scanned the area around and found nothing. His audience had at some point, disappeared. "Hmm, they must have run from me in fear of my amazing strength." He concluded, strolling down the street.
The wind blew his white hair as he walked. Eventually, he caught sight of his old enemy, Austria's, house. The stupid man was playing his silly piano again. While he kind of liked the melody, he liked bothering his best not-a-friend more. Prussia, with a devious smile on his face, snuck in through the gate and hid under one of the windows. He could see Austria playing his piano from there. With anyone else, they would have relaxed and listened to the beautiful music he played but Prussia only saw an opportunity to attack and reclaim the victory that was rightfully his.
"Because, as the mighty Prussia, victory is all that I gain." He proclaimed, though nit was a whisper so that he was not noticed too soon. He was about to sit up and burst through the window, intending to attack the defenseless country when a voice called out.
"Mr. Austria!" A female voice called out, one that he recognized. Peeking through the window, he caught sight of his... friend. Her long, brown hair was pulled back with a yellow head scarf. She wore a green dress with an apron and a big smile. Prussia cringed, cause he was still not used to her being dressed like a girl.
"Oh, hello, Hungary." Austria replied, looking up from the piano with a small smile. "How are you today?"
"Oh, I'm fine, Mr. Austria." She said coming closer. Prussia ducked farther out of sight. It wasn't because he was scared! He just didn't want to fight an unnecessary battle with Hungary. She was surprisingly strong despite being a girl... He most definitely wasn't scared though. "You must be hungry. I just finished making lunch."
Austria got up, pulled the cover over the piano keys and walked over to the woman. No one else was in the room with them so, thinking they were unseen, Austria leaned down to brush his lips against Hungary's. She blushed prettily, smiling in a way that was exclusively for Austria and lead him out of the room. The smile was shared by Austria.
Long after they had left, Prussia sat outside the window, staring at the grass. Thinking to himself in silence. He recalled the days of friendship he had once shared with Hungary and there many victories together. The times they would sit together, like friends do and just enjoy the others company. Prussia felt strange seeing Hungary with Austria. He liked seeing her smile but not with him. Not with Austria. Not without him...
"I-It's only because I hate to see my enemies happy and in love. Hungary may have been my slave at one point but she is my enemy!" He shouted, more than likely trying to convince himself than anyone else. He would never admit to how lonely he was. But that didn't stop the voices in his head from speaking up.
Then why did you feel mad at Austria for kissing her? The voice asked.
"Because I hate seeing him with anyone, not just Hungary!" He replied, walking around the house, toward the front door. "He weak, poor and pathetic but he gets to kiss some pretty woman? Hungary is a strong and decisive woman. Why would she bother with him?"
She loves him. The voice replied, making Prussia flinch as his chest burned.
"S-so what? She's just as stupid as him!" He snarled, clenching his fist. Of course she was stupid as him. She had forgotten him too. Just like everyone else. Clenching his teeth, he snapped to his feet. "I, the mighty nation of Prussia, refuse to sit back and let those losers win against me in anything."
He was about to burst through the window, in a very Prussia like move but froze as soon as he opened it. While the door was shut, the sounds coming from the other side was clear as day. Moans and cries of pleasure could very well be heard from the window. Prussia stood there, face red as he contemplated the meaning of such a development.
Prussia turned on his heel and coughed, very glad there was no one around to see his face just then. "I-I can kick their ass anytime I want! I don't need to do it now." He assured himself, walking a little faster with every word. "I-I'll just bother them later. After... after their done doing all that and all!" He promised himself, staring at the ground as he walked. It was only when he looked up that he noticed that he was in the forest once again.
Staring up at the sky from below the canopy, Prussia was stuck with his own thoughts. He hated this. He hated the voices that tried to fill the silence with vicious words. With truths he didn't want to hear. Truths he drowned out with his own words. He was about to do just that, talk over the voices growing in volume, when he heard two voices, conversing with one another. Prussia hid- took refuge- in the brushes as he listened in on their conversation.
It was just Britain and America walking together. Britain and Prussia had been allies at one point but the regal prick was fickle and vengeful, so he went against the Prussian rule alongside Austria. Sure, the two of them had never really fought in that battle but it still meant they were enemies. Even after trying to make up for it later. America, well, Prussia had observed the youth during his civil war phase but that didn't mean they were friends. Still, he liked the kid. He was brash, loud and confident, like him.
Britain was sitting at the ground against a tree, panting. He looked tired and beat up but still had the energy to glower at America, who was grinning at him. He always seemed to be smiling. The man was crouched down beside Britain, poking his cheek like a child with a bug.
"What up with you, British dude?" The four eyed blond asked, smirking. He had the look of an idiot and Prussia could tell Britain thought the same thing. "Oh! Did someone diss you or something, bro?"
"No, you imbecile!" Britain cried, smacking America's hand away but flinching as he did so. "I just had to fight Germany and I'm hurt, not that you care!" The last part he muttered in a huff. Prussia chest puffed up in pride even as a begrudging feeling of sadness welled up in him as well. Germany, his little brother, was making the world his own, like Prussia had tried to do but he was succeeding in it!
Does that not make you a failure? The voices pushed, their tone filled with glee. This time, Prussia ignored the voices. He didn't want to think about that.
Britain continued to speak, even as Prussia struggled with his conflicting feelings of pride and despair. "That man is so stubborn! Every time anyone even goes near Italy, he comes out of nowhere like a beast and beats the living daylights out of me. "
"Thats what you get for picking on him." America laughed, snapping his fingers and pointing at his companion. Britain pouted and turned away but America gently turned his head back to him. With a loving, if not possessive smirk, he continued. "If anyone tried that with you, I'd do the same."
Blushing, Britain pouted, just before pushing America away. "S-shut up, you idiot!" He complained, stammering as America pulled him closer. "You are being vulgar!"
"Oh? You want vulgar?" He challenged, enclosing his lover in the cage of his arms. "I can be vulgar. So much so that even Germany would blush."
It was at that point that Prussia stopped listening. Not because things were getting sexual. Definitely not because of that. No, it was because an idea was forming in his mind. Italy. Prussia had always liked him. So cute, warm and innocent, it was a wonder Germany, that perv, even knew how to treat him. He was probably way too rough with the little ball of fluff. That's when an idea came to him. He burst out of the bushes, Shouting incoherently, and ran, even as Britain and America stood there, shocked at the sudden appearance of Prussia.
"Who was that?" America asked, not recalling the guy who stalked him at one point. It was a surprisingly long list.
"That… was Prussia, right." Britain replied, righting himself like he hadn't just been seen in the mist of a soon-to-be sexual encounter. It was then he realized he had been seen. Blushing, he cried. "D-do you think he heard us?!"
"I think there are more pressing matters than that, babe." America replied, rolling his eyes. He wasn't all that concerned. "Besides, I think he was screaming something about Germany's house." America stated, looking off in the direction he'd run off through.
"Oh, yes! You are quite right." Britain said, fixing his clothes. "I wonder why, though?" He asked, staring off in the same direction.
America smiled, not in his goofy sense but in a rare calculating way. "Want to come with me to watch the fireworks, Britain?" He looked over to his older 'brother'. "With Prussia and Germany, It will most definitely be eventful."