So I finally got round to writing chapter 2!! Don't worry this isn't the end. This would be a rubbish ending! I hope you enjoy it! Please R and R. Again I don't own Hetalia, sadly. I can't draw and have no time. Much love to my own Preussen, and to Austria and Su-san if they read this, which I highly doubt!! Will update next chapter soon.
Deiner
Wessi.
Prussia was pissed off. He hadn't chosen to make this so called 'treaty' with Russia. He hadn't had any choice in this. It was Germany's fault. No. That wasn't exactly true. It was Russia's as well. Mostly Russia's. His brother was far too impressionable… He stood up. He knew how he could fix things. His brother would listen to him. He couldn't ignore to him; he was his awesome big brother. Hell, he brought him up! He was obviously too young to make his own decisions, so Prussia would have to step in. What he was doing now… didn't make sense. It wasn't like his brother at all. He was reasonable. He made perfect sense. Perfect, dull, boring, sense. This didn't make sense. And it wasn't fun nonsense. It was just wrong.
Prussia burst into the room. Germany was reading something, sitting at a desk in front of a large window. It was winter. The trees in the garden were coated in snow, the scene was beautiful. Picturesque. It looked like a Christmas cover. Prussia paused for a moment, hypnotised by the beauty of it all, before storming over to where Germany was working. Dramatically he knocked the papers to the floor. Germany turned around, one eyebrow raised. 'Can I help? Or are you just being deliberately annoying?' His tone was bitter. The two men had been arguing for the past month, and had now reached the stage where they were simply sniping at each other whenever they got the chance.
Prussia scowled at him. 'I don't like this. It's wrong. You're wrong.'
Germany smirked. 'You've been saying that for the past month. I thought we agreed not to argue.'
Prussia glared at him. 'I mean it, West. You've changed. I don't like it. This isn't why I saved you. This isn't how I brought you up. He's spoilt it all.' He pouted, and threw himself into one of the chairs around the edge of the room.'
Germany scowled at him. 'You just can't deal with the fact that I'm happy. That for once I don't feel awkward. That I have a friend.'
Prussia rolled his eyes. 'He isn't your friend. He's evil, you know how many people he's killed?'
Germany stood up, and banged his fist on the desk. 'Do you know how many people I've killed? He understands! He's helped!'
'He's insane!' Prussia retorted, standing up again. 'What you did was different. He's worse. You made a mistake. You learned from it. Do you really think that what you did was the same as what he's done?'
'Yes! It's the same. Hell, it's worse. His was spur of the moment, caused by paranoia. What I did… It was clinical I knew what I was doing. I knew it was wrong. I did it anyway. If anything I'm worse!' Germany sat down again, putting his head in his hands. 'I'm worse.' He repeated, quietly.
'Lying to yourself about it isn't going to help. You have to deal with it, not ignore it.' Prussia told him, his voice softer. He hadn't known about it, when it was happening. If he had… he would have stopped it. Obviously. But his brother was naïve. He would believe whatever crap that bastard Hitler had fed him. That wasn't true. But Prussia wasn't an idiot, neither was his brother. He had a reason. Hitler had threatened Italy, Prussia had heard conversations behind closed doors, he hadn't known why, but he had still heard the threats. Prussia was fairly sure Hitler had threatened him as well. But that was irrelevant. Nobody could hurt him. He was awesome. He sighed and looked at his brother. 'Seriously Wessi. Let's go home.'
Germany nodded, before standing again, slowly. 'I'll go speak to Russia.'
Prussia rolled his eyes again. 'Like that'll work. We need to just go.' He nodded towards the treaty Germany had been rereading. 'Did you sign that yet?' The other man shook his head. Prussia grinned. 'Then lets go!'
Germany followed him mutely, eyes glistening with tears. He couldn't go back to life as normal. He couldn't. He wouldn't cope.