"Prussia. Prussia? Prussia!"
"Ja!" I jolt awake and flail around, and I have the sense of falling, as soon as it start's it's over and I crash against the floor, landing hard.
"Verdammt!"
"Prussia? You are okay, da? You fell pretty hard..."
Russian accent.
Russia.
"I'm sorry!" I scream loudly, curling up out of instinct. "I'm really sorry, you fat, ungrateful Commie! Whatever it is, I didn't do it! Must've been Latvia- the clumsy child! Leave me alone! Please!"
I peek up and see Russia staring at me, confused. "Prussia? Are you okay?"
"..." I slowly get up off the floor. "You asshole, what are you looking at?" I bark. "It's not like it's cool to curl up in self-defense, but you're so unawesome, so cowardly."
Russia is staring at me, very confused. "Prussia, you must have had a nightmare. It is really alright. Would you like some breakfast?"
"Breakfast." I repeat the word. It sounds funny, weird on my tongue somehow. When Russia kept me at his house, I got breakfast, but I was confined in a room.
"Da."
I scratch my head slowly. "Um... sure? One second." Russia's acting too friendly, but that's not the important question. How the hell did I get here?
I start to walk to the attached bathroom and look back, expecting Russia to laugh and say, no, I'm staying in this room, but he's just watching me with a concerned expression on his face.
I brush my teeth and get dressed in a T-shirt, a jacket and a pair of jeans quickly, walking downstairs cautiously. Russia could be planning to ambush me or something.
But no, he's sitting at the huge kitchen table, drinking coffee-vodka and scanning over a newspaper.
"Ahh, Pruss-ia! I made some breakfast."
"Danke..." I sit down and butter a piece of toast very slowly, my eyes on Russia the whole time. "Um, Russia? Could I maybe use the telephone?" I'm thinking about calling West, or maybe France or Spain. Someone needs to help me get out of here before the psychopathic Russian man smashes a pipe through my skull.
Russia blinks. "Da, of course. But don't you have your phone? I thought I saw it on the nightstand? But go ahead."
"My phone?"
It suddenly hits me. All of the technology I missed, all the knowledge that slipped through my fingers in the decades and decades I was gone. Enlightenment, perhaps? I feel like I know everything.
At least, present technology-related.
But wasn't I only in the field for one day?
"I'll be right back," I say, running up the stairs, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. I type in France's number with shaky fingers.
"Bonjour?"
"France! It's me."
"Who?"
"The awesome Prussia!" I exclaim, insulted he didn't realize it.
"Well, go away," France says, his voice edged with hate. "I thought you were done bragging about everything you had?"
"Everything I... France, listen! I'm at Russia's"-
"What else is new? You two in a relationship now? Prussia, please. Hang up. Why are you even calling me?"
"I... sorry." I hang up and sit on the un-made bed. Something about the call is very disturbing.
France acted like we were enemies.
But with the Russia thing... What else is new? You two in a relationship now?
What type of hell hole had I been dumped in? And where were the Baltics? Usually they were trembling around, asking if they could do anything for Mr. R-Russia.
I run back down the stairs. Russia glances at me.
"Russia, what happened yesterday?"
"Hmm?" Russia looks confused. "Um, you flew in. Remember, you're on vacation, da. So it's okay to relax."
"Relax?" I spit. "How can I relax with you here?"
Russia looks hurt. "You dislike me, Prussia?"
"Nein! I hate you!"
Russia's violet eyes widen slightly. "Why?"
"WHY?" My voice is dripping with so much sarcasm and shock I can literally hear it. "You imprisoned me, beat me, and now I'm here in your house, and you're acting like everything's just fine..."
"Beat you? When?" Russia sounds horrified. "You are acting weird, da. You"-
"I'm fucking dead!"
Silence. We fall into silence, and I'm brutally aware of how lost Russia looks, how fast my heart is beating.
"Nyet."
"Ja! I am!"
"You need to lie down more? That's okay. Just go back to sleep." Russia's trying to be kind, trying to act like I haven't flipped my lid.
"Don't you have a clue, you Communist"-
Russia's face hardens. "Excuse me?"
"I... I... War... is bad..."
Russia grabs both of my wrists. "Prussia, what are you talking about?"
"World War Two... I'm dead, I'm dead."
"Prussia, calm down. You are not dead."
"I need to call Bruder- let me go- I need my phone- West, West..." I'm crying now, I'm such a freaking wimp, but I seriously can't handle it.
"Prussia. East."
"Let me go."
"Prussia, there is no"-
"LET ME GO!"
When I was imprisoned, Russia would grab my wrists like this before he beat me, so it's sending panic through me. I'm a lot stronger at the moment, and I knee him in the stomach so hard he falls back.
"Prussia," Russia says. "Who do you need to call?"
"Germany! Bruder! West! You know!"
Russia frowns. "Did you hit your head?"
"Nein, you idiot! Why?"
"Germany died a long time ago, Prussia."
