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Guten tag mine freundin! That's right I speak German! Any way I know that its so soon but I was bored an I cant think about anything else at the moment so your just going to have to read more yaoi! Haha Im evil. So we left off with Germanys bad dream and Prussia is "comforting" him so lets write this disclaimer!
Prussia: darkangels1112 doesn't own anything that has to do with hetalia!
Italy: and I has nothing to do with history what so ever!
Germany & Prussia: Get out of here you catholic!
Darkangels1112: I don't have problems with Catholics at all Im just stating that Italy is catholic. ON WITH THE STORY!
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Germany got up out of the bed and pulled on a pair of white pajama pants and a black long sleeved shirt. He found his German cross necklace and put it over his head. And let it hang from his neck for a second he looked behind him at Prussia who was still asleep. (Why is one of them always awake and the other asleep?) Germany smiled with sadness and went into his office. He turned on the computer and looked at the clock in the bottom right "7:21 pm." He read the clock he sighed rubbing his face in his palm. he walked back in the bedroom to find Prussia dressed and laying on the bed. Germany sat beside him. Prussia reached up and placed Germanys face in his hand. They each smiled at each other. "lets go out." Prussia said his stomach grumbling. Germany smiled more.
"ok where do you want to go out?" he asked knowing Prussia was hungry.
"I've been wanting to try Italian." Prussia said looking up and thinking.
"ok Italian it its!" Germany said picking Prussia up into a fireman's carry and started to laugh.
"put me down Ludwig!" Prussia yelled stifling a laugh.
They got to the closet and Germany put him down and said. "get dressed! I have a surprise!." Germany said pulling on a pair of jeans and running to his office.
"Ok." Prussia said confused. Pulling on a pair of black jeans and leaving his white shirt on. He started looking for Germany and found him in his office. "what are you doing in here?" asked Prussia unaware that Germany had his surprise behind his back.
"Just getting my wallet." He said smiling trying not to make it obvious.
"Ok I'll wait in the car." Prussia said walking to the front door.
Germany breathed a sigh of relief and held up the golden box. He smiled a smile of victory. He grabbed his wallet out of the drawer and stuck the golden box in his jacket pocket. And ran to the door to find the drivers seat empty he looked to the passenger seat and found Prussia looking out the side window. He opened the drivers door and slid in the seat. "why am I driving? Your usually the driver." Said Germany confused
"I am planning on getting drunk and I want you to get the hang of driving tonight." Prussia said turning and smiling devilishly at Germany. Germany let out a hardy laugh and turned on the ignition.
They arrived at the restaurant then Germany looked out the window to see his worst nightmare (other that the one he had the night before) Prussia stepped out the door and closed the car door. Germany rolled down the window and said "Im going to park the car." Prussia nodded and continued to the restaurant doors. Germany started to panic. Aw shit what am I going to do? He pulled into the farthest parking space as possible to get time to think. He looked around for Italy but didn't see him. And breathed a sigh of relief. And walked into the restaurant. He looked for Prussia and saw him and then the horror. Behind Prussia was, Italy! Germany looked for something to hide behind and saw a plant and jumped behind it.
Prussia looked at the doors to see if Germany was coming and saw him jump behind a plant and his face was a combination of confusion and surprise. Prussia looked behind himself and saw Italy and then it all made sense. Prussia got up and went to the waiter guy and said. "Im sorry I forgot that my friend has extremely bad asthma." The waiter gasped and led him to a non- smoking table. As Prussia walked past the plant he winked at Germany.
Germany saw Prussia wink and sighed a relief. And snuck over to the table Prussia was at and sat himself down. random people started to whisper and one whispered loud enough for Germany to hear. "Why are they here? They have no right after the First World War they have no need to come here to eat, you think they would have learned." The person said loud enough that wouldn't have been a whisper at all. Germany flinched. Prussia looked at him seeing the flinch and looked at the person who was talking about them. (if looks could kill) the person immediately stopped and started to panic.
Two hours later Prussia was on his seventh beer. And Germany thought. He wasn't lying when he said he was going to get drunk. Then a drunken Italy was walking out when he turned to see Germany with a drunk Prussia.
Italy walked up to Germany and put his arm around his neck and said loudly and with his worlds slurred. "Hiya Germany! How have you been?" Germany looked at him with horror. Prussia looked at Italy with a hate that would beat the devils. And Germany's fear grew as the seconds past. Italy looked at Prussia and sweat dropped in response. The whole crowd hushed and Germany was caught between a pissed off sadistic bastered and a stupid drunk Italian. Prussia got up and grabbed Germanys arm and started walking to the door. Italy grabbed his other arm and started to pull. And the next thing anyone knew Prussia and Italy where in a tug-of-war who was the rope you ask? Well, that would be Germany. Germany felt the hand Prussia was clutching break. Germany bit his tongue so as to not scream and cause a scene. Italy was trying to walk the opposite way Prussia was going. And felt Germanys arm pop. Italy, being the idiot he was and being drunk at the time, let go and looked at his own hands thinking it was his hands. Germany's eyes started to tear. Prussia dragged poor Germany out of the restaurant. Prussia let go of Germany's hand and Germany started to take deep breaths. He took his arm and popped it back in his socket and got in the car. Prussia was angry in the passenger seat.
"I want to go home." Prussia said angrily.
"I'll drop you off then." Germany said his voice shaking from the pain. Prussia for the first time since they left the restaurant looked at Germany. His face was covered with silent tears and he was cradling his broken hand.
"Did that stupid Italian do this to you?" Prussia said a little too loud. Prussia freaked out and snatched his hand. Germany almost screamed but to stop he coughed very loudly. Prussia let go relising what he did. "Im sorry." He said looking down in sheepish shame.
"its alright, Im going to the hospital to get my arm looked at too." He said wincing as he positioned his hand so it was comfortable.
"let me go too Ludwig! Please I want to make shure your alright!" Prussia said clutching his sleeve. Germany turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the restaurant parking lot.
He pulled into the driveway of their house. He looked at the passenger seat and found Prussia asleep. Germany sighed in annoyance. He climbed out of the car and opened the passenger door and pulled Prussia out. He felt a stabbing pain in his arm and a thousand needles in his hand. But he carried Prussia inside anyway. He dropped the sleeping man in their bed. He went in to the kitchen turned on the light and started rummaging through the utility drawer. He finally found what he was looking for, duck tape. He wrapped his hand up it the heavy-duty tape grabbed the keys and locked the front door behind him.
Prussia awoke to the loud annoying sound of their home phone he climbed over Germanys place in the bed to the ringing phone. "Hello?" he answered he voice hoarse.
"ja its Ludwig." Germany answered.
"Ludwig where are you?" Prussia asked starting to feel worried.
"Im about to go into emergency surgery for my hand." Germany answered trying to sound as calm as possible.
"Germany!" Prussia heard an annoying voice in the background. "are you talking to Prussia?" asked the voice.
"ja, Italy." Germany answered the awkwardness showing in his voice. Prussia started to feel very angry.
"why do you still talk to him Germany?" asked Italy. Prussia felt even angrier.
"don't you have somewhere to be?" asked Germany obviously exaughsted.
"no not really." Said Italy.
"THAT IS IT! IM GOING OVER THERE!" Prussia screamed into the phone. He slammed the phone onto the cradle. He threw on a clean outfit and grabbed his car keys. He ran outside turned on the car and sped down to the hospital.
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ouch I guess Germanys it trouble but if you ask me Italy's going to die. I kinda feel bad for Germany because of his hand. But I also feel bad for Prussia because he feels like Germany is slipping through his fingers. Anyway Im writing the next chapter like immediately after this so R&R!