I do not own Hetalia
Every time the doorbell rang, Prussia would greet them with his signature snicker and a question: "Are you here for the awesome Prussia, or my less awesome brother Germany?"
Nobody was ever there for Prussia. No, it was always Germany, whether for important country business or whatever else.
After a long while of this, Prussia had grown tired. Tired of being shunted aside, tired of being ignored, tired of being overlooked like a simple piece of unneeded furniture.
Things had changed for the albino former kingdom. Blood red eyes no longer shone with arrogance and self-pride. Pain and suffering blotted out his spirit and sense of self. He no longer went out with the Bad Touch Trio and messed around, pranking the other countries and citizens and flirting with random girls. He no longer harassed Austria and Hungary. He no longer called Germany 'West'. He no longer said 'awesome'. He was a changed man.
He was turning into a masochist. He'd always been interested in knives and swords before, but never in the way he was now. They were sharp. They drew blood. There were plenty around the house.
He also grew into fire. Burning things was fun. Watching the flames lick up the side of the object was addicting. He felt as though he could live off of it alone.
Flames could be different colors. Red, blue, green, yellow, orange. Anything. So was he. He was made of many different colors. Layers. The outer layer was the arrogant, cocky ass everyone else knew him has. Just under that, was what he was showing now. Masochist. Fire-player. Under that, was his true self. Angry and vulnerable. Lost and confused. Alone.
And the knife blade flashed. The blood spattered over the floor.
Prussia smiled.
So I've had this written for a while, like two years, and recently found it again and debated over whether to post it. Well, here it is. I have more but I'm not sure whether to continue this as a story or leave it as it is, a very short oneshot. If you like it, review and tell me what you think because I'm open.
Right now, the only definite thing I know is that I really want to give Prussia a hug. I think he needs it.