Prussia-
It was another awesome day for the awesome Prussia. Except for the constant pain in my chest, I was feeling great. I may have felt a bit gloomy last night with the impending doom sob story but I'm all better now. At least…for now that is. There's nothing that can slow me and my awesomeness down for very long. Not even my poor health.
I approached Austria's huge house, sighing as I gazed over it. For a stingy bastard, he sure has a big house. Not even West's place is that big, it's not even a house it's a freaking mansion. On top of that the house is just as stingy and prissy looking as Austria is. It sort of pissed me off how fancy looking it is.
Someone like him who is all dignified and stuck up was the complete opposite of me and exactly the type of person I hated the most. It did make him fun to pick on, I'll give him that. Yet this same stuffy person invoked such strange and wonderful feelings within me, funny how that worked out. I suppose you can call this feeling love and it's been one that I have felt for a long time. Probably, since the day I met him.
I never told him about these feelings. Why should I? I'm pretty sure he hated my guts; I'm not sure why that is. Probably, still mad about the whole Austrian succession and seizing his vital regions thing. He seriously needs to get over that. However, it was different now, I don't have a lot of time left to worry about whether he hated me or not. I needed to use this time wisely. Even if he hates my guts and out right rejects me, it's better than leaving this world with regrets.
As I walked to the house, I thought about what I was going to say. How do I bring up these feelings and most importantly how will he respond? I kept calculating in my head of the many things I could say but all the possibilities seemed stupid and either didn't say enough or said too much. Come on your better than this Prussia. Maybe I should have asked France about this kind of thing beforehand he's more into this sissy romance stuff than I'am.
Also, I know Austria was dealing with an incoming invasion from Russia. West and Hungary were backing him up but he still seemed pretty worried. He'll be distracted by that and most likely wouldn't have time to deal with a love confession as sad as that is. I couldn't blame him; apparently this little invasion from Russia is serious.
Communism has rotted away in Russia but he's still all about spreading his ideals and making all the other countries bow before his. Something about making peace under mother Russia's rule. It wasn't anything new and it's not like Austria hasn't faced such a problem before. However, Russia is powerful and ruthless not a force to underestimate, trust me I know. From the sound of things Russia plans to take over the Germanic countries starting with Austria's place. Still I wasn't too worried about the affair.
Russia was powerful but I don't think he expected Germany and Hungary to lend a hand this early in the game. Plus, I heard America was watching this fight closely, they'll probably join in if it means beating up on Russia. With all the extra firepower, its most likely Russia might pull out and reconsider his options before a war even gets started. Still Austria will need to very, very careful.
I hope that he kicks that vodka loving bastard's ass!
I wish I could help him out but I'm not in any condition to fight and I have no awesome army to back me up either. So I'll just stick to the sidelines preparing the victory beer and try not to die too soon. Damn, being sick is depressing. Even Italy is more useful than me at this point, not that I'll ever admit that.
Anyway, I was getting closer to Austria's house (mansion) and I still didn't have anything to say to him. I actually snuck into the bushes and creeped around the house like a stalker just so I'd have some more time to think. Don't judge, it was a perfectly good idea at the time.
Gilbird joined me in the bushes and rested on my shoulder. I smiled at him and picked some of the leaves out of his feathers.
"Any ideas?" I asked.
He only chirped and shrugged.
"Didn't think so," I sighed "Guess I'll just wing it and hope he doesn't sic Hungary on me."
Just then the air echoed with the sound of piano music. He was practicing again, that's just like him even with impending doom coming closer, he still has time for music. I waited just a moment to listen to the pretty sound. I wonder what piece he was playing now, maybe Chopin? Nah, it sounded like one of his original pieces but I'm not the best judge.
I wasn't one for classical music but somehow it's different when he's playing. It's almost as if he was expressing something other than sound with every note he played. It wasn't just some boring and dull lullaby to put people to sleep. It was something entirely of his own creation, something that represented both himself as personification an himself as a human being. When he played, it was like I could hear the music of his heart. Thinking about it now, the first time I heard him play was probably the time I finally understood him and fell madly in love with him.
As the music continued, I decided that I was merely wasting what precious time I had and that I needed to just get out with it. What happens next doesn't matter; this was something I to do and now. I would betray my heart if I didn't speak up. Daring to give this a shot I emerged out of the bushes and made my way towards the front door.
"I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE HIM ALONE FRANCE!" I heard Hungary's voice scream behind me.
France? What was she screaming about? Before I could even turn around to see, I found myself staring into the dark abyss that was Hungary's frying pan. Then suddenly-
SMACK!
There was a sharp pain in my head and the world swirled around before me. I heard Hungary gasp as soon as she realized her mistake. I think heard her apologize but I couldn't make it out through the dizziness in my head. Then I ended up on the ground as the world quickly faded to black.
Austria-
I was just finishing up a piece when I heard Elizabeta shouting followed by a loud metallic clang. I cringed when I heard the noise. That sounded like it hurt, I felt sorry for whoever was the latest victim of her frying pan attack (Even though they probably deserved it).
"Ops sorry Prussia," I heard her shout "Roderich! I accidentally beat up Prussia again."
I sighed and looked out the window to view the scene. I did my best not laugh at the scene outside my property. There was Elizabeta holding her frying pan staring at a possibly unconscious Prussia lying on the ground, her face white with guilt. In the meantime Prussia's little bird flew in panicked circles around his master's head like a scene from a cartoon. Of course I felt bad for him but he was a personification he'll be fine in a few minutes and how many times does one get to see "the great Prussia" beaten up by such a delicate looking woman. Not Elizabeta was delicate by any means; the Austrian Succession was proof of that.
I quickly made my way outside and came to Elizabeta's side. I kneeled down next to her unfortunate victim and sighed. She really hit him hard; I can already see the lump growing on his head.
"Hey, Prussia wake up you idiot," I said gently patting his face.
He didn't stir; he was most definitely out cold. Actually he looked rather peaceful; I think he was snoring a bit too. I looked up at Elizabeta as she gave me a guilty smile.
"I thought he was France stalking you again," she explained.
"It's alright, he shouldn't be sneaking around my property anyway. Well the deed has already been done so we might as well just bring him inside and treat his wound. Though I'm certain he's seen worse."
He was probably up to no good anyway. He often sneaks in just to tease one of us or follow me around and annoy me until I pay attention to him. Last week I was in the middle of going over paper work to prepare for the Russian invasion when he decided to sneak by my window and honk an obnoxious air horn, disrupting my work. Honestly, he acts like a little kid sometimes; can't he see I'm busy with important work? He's always been annoying but he's been extra annoying ever since his country's dissolution. I couldn't blame him for that.
He's clearly been depressed but he's been hiding it or at least trying to. I had a theory that he's been extra annoying lately because he's trying to take off of his dissolution. I couldn't blame him, the country he's fought so hard for and raised so proudly was gone just like that. I couldn't imagine what I would do if the same thing happened to Austria. I wonder if Germany realizes how much his brother is hurting.
Just then something caught my attention on the side of Prussia's face. I moved a bit of his hair to find a slight purplish mark lying just underneath his ear. There was another on his forehead head just underneath the lump where Elizabeta hit him and another on his head, buried underneath the mess of white hair.
"Eliza, how many times did you hit him?" I said "This is overkill."
"Huh? I only hit him once I swear."
I looked at the bruises one more time; they did look older than the new one he just received. I wonder where he got them. Probably, while hitting himself on the bar stool after drinking too much again.
"Well let's just get this idiot inside. Help me lift him up will you?"
I took one of his arms while Elizabeta took the other. Instantly we managed to pick him up off the ground and dragged him across the lawn. It was a task that was strangely easy, this wasn't the first time I carried his unconscious form and I doubt it would be the last. However, he was mostly made of muscle which in turn made him really heavy but now he was lighter than usual. Has he lost weight? His depression was worse than I thought. I might have to talk to Germany about this.
We dragged him inside the house and set him on the nearest couch. I had Elizabeta go fetch an ice pack for his head as I stood by and watched over him.
His little Gilbird perched himself on his master's chest. He chirped quietly in concern and nuzzled against him. The display of dedication put a smile on my face. At the very least he would never be alone.
For a man who was just hit in the head with a frying pan, Prussia looked pretty peaceful. It was almost as if he hasn't slept very well in a long time. The deep bags under his eyes were a clear indication of that. I wonder what's been bothering him.
Then again do I really need to ask that? The loss of his country took a toll on him more than he's willing to admit. The fool just keeps on spouting off how awesome and mighty Prussia is even though there is no more Prussia. Really we all should just start referring to him as Gilbert because of that fact but only a few would dare do that.
Real names are special to personifications, they were only used by people who we're extremely close to. Elizabeta and I are a good example since we've allies, neighbors, and close friends for so long. Though Prussia and I have had a close history together, I doubt our relationship will ever get on such an intimate level, much to my grief.
I pulled up a chair as I waited for Elizabeta and watched Prussia sleep. Even now with a big lump on his head, he was so handsome. He's always been an interesting sight to look at, he never failed to make my heart beat wild. Still now was not the time for delusional fantasies.
Needless to say, I'm worried about the Russian invasion. Having both Hungary and Germany on side might have saved me. My military might and troop size is nothing compared to Russia, I would have gotten crushed if I was on my own. Still I'm far from safe if I'm not careful Austria will be at Russia's mercy. Something I refuse to let happen.
Turning my attention away from such dark thoughts, I looked once more at Prussia's sleeping form. Once more delusional fantasies of the two of us together ran through my head. He annoyed the hell out of me. I still can't believe that someone as arrogant, loud, and downright rude as him even exists, it didn't seem possible to me.
Yet at the same time this man was strong, brave, and most importantly compassionate. For someone as selfish and narcissistic as he was, he had a kinder and gentler side to him. He barely showed that side but it was easy to see if you looked for it. You could see in the way he talks to his brother and the way he keeps his little Gilbird close. I've never seen a human being love an animal so much nor have I ever seen a country with such brotherly dedication. Perhaps that was what made me fall madly in love with him.
I've often thought about telling him how I feel but I know it wouldn't end so well. There's no way I'm giving him more ammunition to tease and pester me with. He'll just rub it in my face and just break my heart. Besides I'm exactly the kind of person he hates; a part of me wonders why he hangs around me as much as he does. A person like him would never fall for someone like me; we're two completely different people. Yet even knowing that, my heart continues to feel the same, even after all these years.
With every tease he makes, every joke he cracks about me being stingy, every time he smiles I can't help but picture a possible future together. It doesn't help that he sneaks around and goes out of his way to bother me. A part of me always hopes that it was a sign that he liked me to. I'm not sure how much more my heart could take still I'll have to hold in these feelings a little longer.
"Roderich, the ice pack is ready," called Elizabeta racing into the room with the pack in tow.
She placed it carefully on Prussia's forehead, hoping the ice would ease the swelling. I watched her eyes move towards the bruises I noticed earlier, her expression growing with concern.
"Where did he get these bruises from?" she asked "You think he got in a fight."
"I was wondering the same thing," I replied "I suppose we'll just ask him when he wakes up. There's nothing else we can really do at this point but wait for his healing abilities to kick in. Speaking of which though…"
I glanced over at Prussia's lump; it was slightly better but not very much. Normally battle wounds like that heal almost instantly with personifications. On the other hand, injuries stick around longer if inflicted by another personification for some reason.
"I wonder why he hasn't started healing yet."
"Perhaps it's because…well you know. The fact that he's not a nation anymore, his abilities aren't working properly now."
I sighed, she was probably right. Sad thing was there wasn't anything we could do about it. It pained me to see him suffer in both his body and his heart but it's too late now. The Kingdom of Prussia was gone, that was that.
"Well, let him sleep there for a bit," I said rising from my chair "I bet you anything his pride was the only thing truly damaged and that can easily be nursed if we give him beer."
Elizabeta smiled and laughed. She seemed to feel a little less guilty about her mistake now.
"I'll go out and buy some then," she said leaving the room.
"Hurry back though I'm not sure if Russia has agents sneaking around Vienna. Don't take any risks."
"Oh don't worry about little old me. You nurse our sleeping Prussian Prince back to health."
I shook my head in embarrassment. She definitely knows about my feelings, I'm sure how but she does. I actually think she's amused by whole affair. To my relief, she hasn't said anything to Prussia but I couldn't help but wonder if she knows something I don't.
As her voice trailed out of the house I turned to the piano and decided to start practicing again since I was so rudely disrupted before. I took a seat on the bench and stretched out my fingers deciding on what piece to play.
I glanced one more time at Prussia on the couch. I really do wish I could tell him how I feel. The Russian invasion is more important though, I can't let my mind wander on a silly love story that will probably never happen. Still, we're both personifications; there will be plenty of time to tell him.
Author's note: Hey thanks for reading the second chapter of my second fan fiction, I hope you enjoyed it. This chapter was mostly just to show what stage Prussia and Austria's relationship is in and to set the scene. I promise the next chapter will be a little more exciting. I hope you'll continue to read my updates and please review. I love it when my ego gets stroked and I'm always looking for room to improve.
