Thunder raged soothingly, crackling in the sky, screeching at the Earth. It lit up the dark clouds displaying quick shadows of furniture in Austria's house. His glasses seemed to shine in those moments as he stared out the Victorian window, sipping some hot tea. Eliza was fast asleep but, a troubled feeling kept Roderick wide awake. He was still uncertain of what was causing him to feel this way. However, it was an eerie feeling, he felt like something was wrong. As his heart pumped blood through his veins, it put an uncanny weight in his chest. Roderick told himself it was nothing but a mere need for answers.
Roderick continued to drink his tea in an odd darkness. He became side tracked from his emotions and thought about if Eliza wasn't here he could play his piano at the moment; but it was so late. Maybe the pitter-patter of the rain and shocks of thunder could fulfill his ear's desires. He closed his eyes and concentrated on listening.
A few moments later as the Austrian fell into meditation; he was baffled by an alarming knock from the door. The knock came again…and again…and again. His heart raced but he got up and sprinted to answer it. Roderick became even more surprised to find a soaking and terrified-looking Gilbert awaiting entrance at the door. Neither of them could speak but it was more on Roderick's side of the loss in ability. Gilbert appeared lifeless, overwhelming Roderick even more so.
"Come in," Roderick instructed still timid in shock. He closed the door just as Gilbert entered and just stood there in space gazing at the Austrian.
"You're soaked, I'll go fetch some towels, wait here." Roderick rushed away knowing that Gilbert probably wasn't going to sneak around like he usually did. Something was really wrong and it was driving him a bit crazy he didn't know anything yet. He quickly grabbed two fluffy towels from the closet and came back to find Gilbert exactly how he'd left him. Roderick caringly wrapped one around Gilbert's shoulders and dabbed the other soft towel gently on the albino's face. As he pulled the one away he gasped as he noticed blood on it. He couldn't see the cuts, the gashes, the bruises, or other marks on Gilbert through this darkness.
"Germany…kicked me out," Gilbert spoke emotionless. Roderick's eyes widened. There was no way Gilbert had ever called his bruder by his national name before. This was immensely austere.
The Austrian motherly grasped Gilbert's hand and led him to the bathroom. There Roderick made discovery upon discovery of blemishes all over Gilbert's body. He properly bandaged and sewed stitches on each one. Throughout the whole process Gilbert seemed lifeless, spoke not a word, and made no single gesture unless Roderick started the motion. He gazed into nothing.
What on Earth could be running through his mind right now? Why is he so silent? I'm not used to it and it's driving me crazy? What happened at that German house this very night? Is this the reasoning behind my eerie thoughts? How did he even get here? Did he walk? He walked! That's why he was soaked, how else would he have gotten here?
The lifeless Gilbert was so unnatural, so out of place. Roderick was feared up in sorrow he for once felt empathy for Gilbert. He grasped Gilbert's shoulders and moved his chin so they met eye to eye. Gilbert for a moment expressed some sort of something in his eyes but, Roderick couldn't figure it out. He pulled Gilbert's shirtless flawed body to his own into an embrace. The Austrian rested is head on his shoulder as the Prussian did the same.
What has happened to you?
