"Prussia! Prussia, where are you? Dummkopf…"
Germany attempted to shield his eyes in the pouring rain, looking out into the empty street for his brother. Muttering to himself, he quickly crossed the street and shook off the water from his shoes.
"Prussia! It's getting late! We have to be…" Germany quieted as he spied two figures sitting in a nearby alley, and against his better judgment, he drew nearer to investigate. Once reaching the entrance to the alley, he half-turned the corner to see his brother and another figure sitting on an overturned trash can, leaning ever closer towards each other. Come to think of it…he knew that person, that girl-it was Hungary! Always, whenever he was at Austria's house, she would be hanging around in the corners, too afraid to speak. Germany knew Prussia had met with her once or twice in the distant past, but this? He remained silent as their lips closed on each other, and an awkward silence came over him. Embarrassed to be witness to an obviously private moment, he withdrew quietly from the alley's entrance and proceeded back down the street, heading home.
Smiling, Prussia drew away from the shorter girl and grinned. "I think he knows now, little Hungary."
"Do you think he was, well…embarrassed?"
"Embarrassed? He's Germany. He might be traumatized."
"Traumatized?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm his brother, his older brother. It's more embarrassing for him than it is for me."
"And I don't mind either way."
"And that's why you're so perfect." He smiled and leaned back into her, the sound of the rain echoing around them in the alley as they ignored the rest of the world.
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