Sorry for not updating! I've been doing... things. Mostly playing Sims and talking to people on Facebook. I kept forgetting to write when I told myself to. So, HERE. It's not as long as I wanted it, but asdfghjkl. Next chapter will be longer, I promise. PROMISE.

No One's POV

Prussia awoke to the sound of hushed voices in the room. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. It felt like he had been asleep for a really long time. He groaned slightly, wanting to get rid of the drowsy feeling he had. When he looked up, He saw Germany and his father looking back at him. He froze.

He hadn't seen his dad in years. He looked the same, except he looked weaker, thinner. He had dark bags under his eyes, as if he had stayed up all night. Prussia also noticed the anger in his eyes. He got prepared, because he knew something was coming.

His father opened and closed his mouth a few times, before he burst. "What have you done? Not only have you hurt yourself, you made your mother worry sick about you! She said she always told you to stay away from the kitchen, along with knives..." With that, Prussia sank. It wasn't his fault. He was always allowed to go in the kitchen to get food. It was his mother that caused this, but his father kept on.

"Do you know how much the bill for this will be? We don't have insurance! I think that you should be the one that-"

"SHUT UP!"

The room became silent. Both Germany and his father were looking at Prussia, surprised. No one had heard Prussia speak in a tone that harsh or loud. The only times he was loud was when he was laughing his annoying "Kesesese!" They watched Prussia as tears started to form in the albino's eyes.

"It wasn't my fault! There's never anything to even cut in the kitchen! Mom doesn't even care about me to make me anything at all. I just go in the kitchen to get something small. I've never eaten a real meal, besides school lunch, since you left me alone with her! She stabbed me! She hates me like everyone else in this stupid goddamn world! No one cares about me..." Prussia kept repeating the last sentence in mumbles, rocking back and forth as tears fell down his face.

Germany gently put a hand on the albino's back, rubbing small circles to calm him down. No one had ever seen Prussia cry. They've never heard how he really felt, or how loud he could be when he was angry and upset. His two family members were shocked to learn how he thought everyone didn't care, because they did care.

He may have always been calm and happy at school, but no one ever knew that he was that depressed at home. Had he always been in depression? Ever since the two left him alone?

Germany hadn't talked to his brother all that much since he moved out with his father. At the time, he didn't know why he was moving out, really. Now he understood. What he always didn't understand was how he could act so carefree at school. Was it because he didn't want anyone to worry? Was he trying to not think about his problems at school? Germany couldn't answer his own questions for Prussia, because he didn't know about his brother anymore. It was all a mystery to him.

Prussia's father looked at him intently. He didn't know how much leaving him hurt Prussia. He hadn't expected this kind of reaction, either. He expected his son to argue like he always would. When the albino just expressed his real feelings, he didn't know what to do. His son had been hurting for so many years, and he thought no one loved or cared for him. The truth was, he really did care. He wanted to tell Prussia it was alright, but he didn't want to betray his wife.

His wife hated different people with a passion. Gays, Lesbians, different races, everything. She dreamed of having two sons that were straight and had girlfriends. She dreamed that they would still hang out with her and wouldn't get in any trouble. When she found out her son was gay, she lost it. She lost her mind. She didn't want to be around Prussia anymore. She didn't think of him as a son. She thought of him as a disgrace.

Their father gently put a hand on Prussia's leg, before walking out of the room. That was the only way he could tell him that he still cared. Showing a tiny bit of gratitude. As his father walked out, Prussia fell asleep, leaning on his brother. He didn't want to be awake. He didn't want to face reality anymore. It hurt too much.