This is intended to be a way for me to archive collaborate pieces done by my friends and me. The point of view will change quite often. I am not asking anyone to read it, but thank you if you do.
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-1901-
Prussia headed towards the door stopping just short of it in front of the coat rack. He slipped on his shoes first then grabbed his jacket, practically yanking it on. Needless to say, his little meeting with Austria and Hungary had been more than a little annoying but he figured as much. Austria always knew how to get under his skin. At least he could go home now.
Hungary had followed Prussia to the door, partly to be polite and partly to make sure that he really left, when she suddenly remembered something that she had been thinking about.
"Prussia?" she asked.
"Ja?" He said, though he didn't look up at her as he knelt down to tie his shoes.
"Are... Are you going to tell Italy?" Hungary asked.
She didn't think that she was supposed to know that Germany had once been the Holy Roman Empire. Prussia had done a great job dressing him up as something else. But as someone who had spent so much time with the child, it was obvious to her.
"Tell him what?" Prussia replied before standing and zipping up his jacket, still not looking at her yet.
"That Germany is the Holy Roman Empire," Hungary responded.
Prussia froze at the mention of that name for a moment, his red eyes flicking up and over at Hungary. He locked eyes with her a moment then looked away.
"He's not," he replied voice unusually soft, "That nation died a long time ago. You know that."
"I raised that boy while you and Austria were busy fighting petty wars that amounted to nothing," Hungary stated. "Don't talk to me like I'm stupid."
"Well, he's Germany now, so leave it at that," Prussia replied with a bite to his words.
"You don't think that Italy deserves to know?" Hungary asked.
"Do you know how much it would break Italy's heart?" he replied, "Germany doesn't remember that time. He doesn't remember Italy when he was young because to him that time didn't exist. That was someone else. Not him. It would break Italy's heart when he realizes that."
He paused, "Besides, Italy would never be able to keep his mouth shut about it. What they don't know won't hurt them."
Austria was on his way to check if Prussia had left yet when he heard the other nations voice. He sighed at first about to turn back when he overheard the conversation. Instead of leaving, Austria went into the foyer coming to stop just behind Hungary.
"I have to agree with Prussia for once," he stated, "I think it'd be much wiser not to say anything at all about Germany's past to Italy."
Hungary wanted to protest, but her husband usually made these sort of long-term planning choices for them and he was usually right. She was the brawn and he was the brains, after all.
She sighed.
"I would want to know," she told Austria. "If it were you and me."
"I know, but trust me when I say that this is the best option for Prussia and Germany," Austria replied.
Prussia was a little surprised by the way Austria was acting for him. He was actually... thankful for it.
"Danke, Österreich," he replied softly.
It wasn't often Prussia said thank you.
"They are not the ones I feel sorry for," Hungary stated, pouting.
"It's easier for Italy this way, too," He replied, turning to Hungary, "Just let it be."
Hungary sighed and crossed her arms.
"Sometimes you are so cold, Austria, that I doubt you are capable of feelings," she said in obviously upset tone.
She stormed off.
Austria watched Hungary storm off then shook his head, knowing he'd have to go and make up with her He looked back up at Prussia.
"She won't say anything," he told the other nation, "I promise."
Prussia nodded.
"Danke," he said, "I'll... see you both later."
With that Prussia left the house.