Prompt: Sick
So I have a very good reason for not updating last week, but it's a secret, so...Please accept my apologies.
I haven't seen much Prussia yet, so sorry for not getting him very accurate. I only have a couple episodes to draw from.
Prussia had spent the night out on the town with France and Spain. They currently had a bet as to who could get a date first. Prussia was trying to convince Hungry, but she wasn't having it. In the end, he had admitted defeat for the night, and trudged home. It was raining, but Prussia didn't really care. It was dramatic, and Prussia loved drama. Finally he reached his home. Well, his and Germany's.
He stood on the porch. While Prussia was the older of the two brothers, he was more than a little scared of Germany. Last week, Germany had placed a curfew. Prussia had whined about it, but had ended up obeying it. Just when Prussia had decided he was brave enough to open the door, it swung open.
Prussia's scream was anything but manly and awesome. Germany grabbed his arm and yanked Prussia in.
"Vat is vrong vith you?! Do you have any idea how late it is? You could have at least called!" Germany continued to fume as he dragged Prussia to the dining room. Prussia was about to shout the sharp comeback on the tip of his tongue when he saw the table. His anger dissipated, replaced with shame.
How had he forgotten? Tonight he was having dinner with Austria and Germany. Every so often, they set a night aside to have dinner and take about Grandpa Germina and stuff like that. Prussia felt guilt twist his insides around.
"I….I'm so sorry. I forgot, I just…." Prussia's tongue tied itself up. He looked away. He could hear Germany's sigh. Wurst and bear decorated the circle table, with Austria at one side, Germany's chair at another, and Prussia's in between. It had even been his night to cook.
"It's fine. Just sit down. I was late as well." This was from Austria, and such an obvious lie that Prussia's head hung.
"I'm really sorry, I was….I- Ah-choo!" Prussia muffled a sneeze in his shirt sleeve. He realized just how wet he was. He was standing in a puddle, with water dripping off his clothes. His silvery hair clung to his head. "I'm really sorry. This is not awesome."
"Bruder, it's fine. Just hold still for a moment." Germany said. Prussia held still, and Germany scrubbed his hair dry with a towel. He wrapped another one around Prussia's shoulders. "All right, good enough, sit down. Dinner's getting cold."
Prussia sat. Getting cold. Ha, the wursts were icy and the beer warm. Germany and Austria carried on and ate, pretending that nothing had happened. And Prussia did the same, eating the food and trying to make conversation.
He gave a rueful grin when Austria left.
"I really am sorry." He said.
"It's fine. Next time's at my house. See you then." Austria said as he let the door slam behind him. Things hadn't been the same since Prussia had attacked him and taken his land. Hungry had retrieved it all, but still…
Prussia sighed and trudged into the kitchen. Germany was washing dishes. Prussia started to clean up the table. He worked in unusual silence. Germany left him to his thoughts. After they were done, Germany pulled Prussia into the kitchen and set him in a chair.
For once, Prussia didn't complain as Germany dried him off, and handed him some clean, dry clothing. It was the same as every night that Prussia came trudging in from one of his adventures. Whether he was bloody, wet, muddy, all of the above, or something else, Germany got him cleaned up. Ever since Prussia had been dissolved, Germany had acted like the older brother, watching over Prussia, making sure he was clean, making sure he wasn't sick, insuring that other countries didn't pick on him. And when Germany couldn't, Austria did. And then he went and did this…
"All right. Go to bed." Germany's voice cut through Prussia's thoughts. Germany was looking at him. Prussia obeyed. He trudged upstairs to his room and collapsed on the bed.
"Ah-choo!" Prussia sat on the couch in the living room, wrapped up in blankets. Four days. Four days since this stupid cold had made its home in Prussia.
"Open your mouth." Germany said. He was sitting next to Prussia, a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. He was trying to get Prussia to eat some soup. Trying. Prussia held his mouth shut and shook his head. "Prussia, you brought this on yourself. Now open your mouth!"
Prussia shook his head. Germany muttered something under his breath. Prussia sat there, and stubbornly kept his mouth shut.
Ding-Dong! The door bell sang out happily. Germany glanced at Prussia.
"Don't move." He said. Germany watched Prussia for a moment. He doubted that the nation would stay, but he was only going to the door. Prussia couldn't go far, right? Right?
Germany stood and walked over to the door. He opened it, ready to send away whoever was there. He didn't get the chance. As soon as he cracked open the door, a blonde and a brunet shoved their way past.
"Mon Ami, we're here!" France sung out. Germany groaned inward. Not good; the main reason that Prussia was so out of control was that these two egged him on. Germany grabbed at them, and managed to get Spain's shirt. But Spain laughed, and twisted his way out, leaving his shirt behind and waltzing into the living room.
He could hear Prussia, Spain, and France talking rapidly in the language they had. It was some twisted form of German, Spanish, and French with a sprinkling of English. No one could understand it but the three of them.
Germany rushed into the living room. Prussia was deeply engaged in some discussion about…Hungry? As in, Austria's girlfriend, Hungry, who had smashed Prussia and his army into the ground?
"All right, enough. France, Spain, get out. Prussia's sick and-"
"But that's the very reason we came. After all, we better to take care of Prussia then his closest friends?" Said France. Spain was already in the fridge, getting out wursts and throwing out the soup Germany had made.
"I don't know, maybe his brother?" Germany snarky reply was lost in laughter. Prussia had made some joke. Germany sighed. Prussia looked happy, but he needed rest, not…Whatever this was. Germany flinched as a pot went crashing to the ground. It was clear nothing he was going to say would convince them to leave Prussia in peace. He would have to think of something else.
Germany trudged up to his room. He slammed the door behind him. He could call Canada for France, but for Spain….Maybe Romano? Or Italy? Both? He sighed and grabbed the phone. Maybe if France left, Spain would go with him.
"Hello, Canada here." Germany sighed in relief.
"Hey, Canada, it's Germany. I have a favor to ask of you."
"What is it?"
"France is at my place. Prussia's sick, and for some reason, Spain and France decided to visit. But I need Prussia to rest. Do you think you can come pick France up?" Germany explained. Hopefully Canada would help.
"Oh, I see. I'll come pick him up. Sorry." Canada hung up. Germany looked at the phone. Did all Canadians say sorry when they hung up the phone? Was it like some sort of cult practice? Germany shuddered. Frankly, Canada scared him.
Germany hid in his room, watching out the window until he saw Canada's car. It took him a few moments before he could spot the quiet nation. As soon as he did, German y rushed down to the front door. He opened it. No one was there. He stood for several moments before spotting Canada, right in front of him. He had his polar bear tucked under one arm.
"Oh, there you are. Sorry Canada." Germany said, ushering him inside.
"It's fine." Canada said, his voice quiet. They walked into the living room. It was a mess. Spain had raided the freezer, and found all the ice cream. They had only eaten a few of the cartons; the rest were melting. The trio was playing a card game. It was a few moments before Germany realized that it was poker. Canada walked up to France. "Hey dad."
France glanced up. He gazed at were Canada was.
"Here, dad." Said Canada. France blinked, and then apparently saw Canada.
"Oh, Canada. How nice to see you. Come, sit down, we're playing poker." France waved towards a seat, and his attention returned to his game.
"Dad, no." Canada said. He shook his head.
"Dad, yes." France replied. "And your little polar bear can play to."
"Dad, we have to leave. You're annoying Mr. Germany." Canada pulled on France's sleeve. France looked up again. He scowled. "Dad, I'm right here." It took France a moment too long to see Canada.
"How would you like it if you went to cheer up America, and I came over to tell you that you had to leave?" France retorted. Canada shifted.
"It's not the same, dad. Come on, let's go." Canada pulled on France's sleeve. This went on for several moments, Canada trying to get France to leave and France coming up with excuses to stay. And France had Spain and Prussia on his side. Finally, Canada gave up.
"I'm sorry, Germany. I can't help." He said. Germany shrugged.
"Vell, at least you tried. Thanks." Germany said. He walked Canada to the door. Canada's polar bear looked up.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"I'm Canada." He replied.
Germany sat in his room. He was trying not to think of all the things the three nations could be doing. It had been hours. Maybe France and Spain had left. It had been a little quieter. The fact that it had been quieter was a little frightening, but Germany decided to believe it was because they left, not because they were cooking up some diabolical plan. Still, it took time to work up the courage to go downstairs.
When Germany made it to the bottom of the stairs, he sighed in relief. France and Spain were gone. Of course, the house was trashed. Clothing, food, furniture, and other stuff littered the floor. It was filthy, but nothing that Germany couldn't clean up. He tip-toed into the living room. Cards, melting ice cream, and medicine littered the table and spilled onto the floor. Prussia was passed out on the couch. He looked….He looked really happy.
Germany was a clean freak, he was over controlling, he believed in training hard, he…Well, he was not someone Prussia would ever have even talked to if they weren't brothers. The thought made Germany flinch. Yes, they were very different, but, that was good right? If they were the same, the world probably couldn't handle them.
Four days. Four days Germany had spent trying to help Prussia get better. In six hours, France and Spain had done more than Germany had in four days. It hurt. It hurt more than Germany would have cared to admit. Prussia was sleeping hard, tuckered out and happy, instead of sitting restlessly and complaining.
Germany walked into the kitchen. He started cleaning up. Pick up the dishes, scrub the counter, throw out the garbage. Put this away, pick up that.
Maybe….Maybe Prussia would be happier if he didn't hang out around me so much. Maybe Prussia wants to live somewhere else. Maybe he wants to stay with France or Spain. Germany thought. It made sense. Prussia actually spent very little time at Germany's house. He was always running off. Germany thought about this.
"You're crying." Germany jumped. He stood up, leaving his rag on the ground, next to the spilled sauce. Germany didn't turn around.
"Vat?" Germany said. He wasn't crying. He didn't cry.
"You're crying." Prussia repeated. From the sound of it, Prussia was standing behind him. His voice was stuffy, but considering how sick he was, it wasn't surprising. Germany refused to turn around.
"I'm…I'm not crying." Germany said. He was confused. Prussia put a hand on his shoulder, and turned him around. Germany looked his older brother up and down. He looked a lot better.
Prussia looked at his baby bruder. He wasn't even aware he was crying, was he? Prussia pulled Germany into a hug. He ignored Germany's outraged yell. Germany pulled away, shoving Prussia.
"Vhy don't you go hug your friends instead?!" Germany yelled. "Sie sind so viel unterhaltsamer, und außerdem, wie konnte ich nur eine Hilfe sein, mit all meinen Regeln und Vorschriften und Ausgangssperren und Ausbildung ?! Ich bin einfach nur irritierend und ich sage dir, was die ganze Zeit zu tun. Wie Sie es sogar mit mir? Sie sollten nur live gehen mit Ihren Freunden!"*
Prussia was shocked. This was what Germany was thinking? Yes, France and Spain could be very annoying, but they were Prussia's friends. Yes he was aware that Germany didn't really approve of them, but Prussia didn't approve of Italy. And the only time Germany spoke German was when he was truly upset. Prussia watched as Germany stood there, panting.
"Oh Bruder… Ich bin viel zu genial, um mein Baby Bruder für Kollegen gesinnten Freunden aufzugeben. Ich werde dich nicht verlassen, auch für Frankreich und Spanien. Wenn ich nach links, die sich um Sie kümmern würde? Plus, nicht einmal Frankreich eine Wurst wie Sie können kochen. Und wie für Ihre Regeln, sie sind das einzige, was mir in den Morgen. Der Grund warum ich bin immer noch so stark ist, weil Sie mich zwingen, zu trainieren. Sie halten mich richtig, Bruder."** Prussia said. He smiled and pulled Germany into a hug again. "Ich liebe dich."
Germany stood still for a few moments, allowing Prussia to hug him. Then he wrapped his arms around his brother. He sighed. Okay, maybe he had over reacted. But the thought of losing his brother….He buried his face in Prussia's shoulder.
"Ich liebe dich auch.
Austria Yawned. Who could be calling at this hour? Who would call at this hour? He stretched out an arm and picked up the phone. He stifled another yawn.
"Hello?" He said into the phone. There was a scuffling sound.
"Ah-choo!" Austria yanked the phone away from his ear. He stared at it for a moment, then put the phone back to his ear. There was coughing for several moments before something coherent came through. "Austria? Are you there?"
"Er…Yes. Yes I'm here. Who is this."
"It's Germany. Look, can you come over?" Germany's voice sounded nasally, and he ended with another coughing fit. Austria yawned again.
"What? Why?" Austria asked. Germany muttered something. "What? Germany, what's going on?"
"I'm sick, that's what's going on!" Germany yelled. Austria pulled the phone away again. He waited for a few moments before holding the phone up to his ear again.
"Well, have Prussia make you some soup or something." Austria said. Maybe there was something he was missing, but this problem seemed to have a pretty simple solution.
"He's the one who got me sick in the first place!" It clicked for Austria then. Prussia's little escaped had gotten him sick, then Germany took care of Prussia until he got sick as well.
"All right, I'm coming over. Try not to die before I get there." Austria hung up the phone before Germany could say anything. He pulled himself out of bed. Only his family could be this mentally handicapped.
Germany hung up the phone. He pulled his blanket closer around him. Prussia snickered.
"Ja, this is so funny." Germany snapped. "I try to do something nice for you, und this is vat I get. So funny."
Prussia laughed. He grabbed the tissue box and handed it to Germany. The front door opened, and Austria's groan of dismay echoed through the house. He walked into the living room.
"So you get sick and the house trashes itself?" He muttered, looking over the living room. His eyes rested on the couch. It was by far the worst place in the house.
Ice cream stained the cushions and the rug. The table in front of them had food, cards, clothes, tissues, wrappers, and more spread on it and falling off. On the couch, two very sick nations sat side by side. Austria sighed. Who would take care of him when he got sick? Really, these two…
The only consolation Germany got out of this whole mess, was that France and Spain got just as sick.
*They're so much more entertaining, and besides, how could I possibly be of any help, with all my rules and regulations and curfews and training?! I'm just irritating and I tell you what to do all the time. How do you even put up with me? You should just go live with your friends!
**I'm far too awesome to abandon my baby brother for fellow minded friends. I won't leave you, even for France and Spain. If I left, who'd take care of you? Plus, not even France can cook a Wurst like you can. And as for your rules, they are the only thing that gets me up in the morning. The reason I'm still so strong is because you force me to train. You keep me right, brother.
I used Google translate, so this might not be very accurate, but hey, it's fanfiction.
Sorry for the late update, Aru. - And I realize the characters are more oc in this then is acceptable. Sorry about that. I just really like Germany getting upset at the thought of losing his big bruder and I wanted to write brotherly Prussia...so, yeah.
If you have an extra moment, drop me a review! I'd really love it. ^-^