yo guys! I wrote this chapter while doing one of three things: one) watching that above the influance comertial wear the little kid gets on stage at the piano ressidal, two) watching my little cousin suck shit at Call of Duty, or Three) watching a very disturbing 'Law and Order" episode with my friend- also on a personal note, never watch a show about people getting kidnaped and raped then go for a walk at 10:30 at night while listening to 'Haunted' by Evenesence unless you want to be crying and running for nothing!
anyways, I got a few questions for you guys, pleeeeeeeeeeease someone answer them!
1) after you read this chapter, tell me, should I change the rating to 'M'?
2) would anyone be interested in a 'letters to Berlin' type deal, I kind of want to write one, but I'm afraid no one will care!
okay, finally warings:
WARNING: you guys are going to hate me, maybe you won't quite catch on this chapter, but next chapter, you guys are going to want me dead, and all I can say is "Blame Celty! She made me do it!"
also, adorable warning! little Berlin (flash back)
"Hey, wear are you going?" Berlin asked, catching Prussia by his sleeve.
"Russia wants me to do some cleaning up around town!" Prussia replied. "But have no fear, Little Woman, I'll be back before you know it!"
Berlin smiled as Prussia ruffled her hair, pulling a few strands of hair from their tight braid.
There was a story behind Berlin's crud and rather unoriginal nickname. You see, Prussia never used anyone's real name, when it came to his niece and nephews, it was always 'Plucky One' or 'Short One' or 'The One That Always Hangs Around With Little Woman'. Berlin had originally been 'Little Girl' -or 'West's Little Girl' when he was talking about her to someone outside the family- but some wear down the road it clicked in Berlins mind that she wasn't a little girl anymore, and upon declaring that to Prussia, he replied "Yeah, I guess you aren't a little girl anymore, Little Woman!" to witch Berlin rolled her eyes and stormed off. Ever sense that day, the nickname just kind of stuck, and no matter how hard she tried, Berlin just couldn't get Prussia to stop calling her that (unless she did something that really pissed him off).
"This house better be sparking when I get back, though!" Prussia called as he walked down the front steps of Russia's house.
Berlin turned her feather duster over in her hands a few times. She hated house work, but she couldn't do much else with just one good hand!
Berlin grabbed her little pink apron and tied it around her waist. She wandered into Russia's study, dragging the feather duster gingerly over the antique dark wood book shelves, her mind already felt extremely numb and she wasn't even close to being finished with her work today- honestly she didn't know how her father was able to do this all the time!
She began to hum the melody of an old song she had learned from Austria when she was a little girl.
She missed those days, when she spent most her days sitting outside Austria's music room listening to him play, sometimes even allowing the music to lull her to sleep. One day she even worked up the courage to enter the music room.
It was a quiet day, her father was gone of somewhere, she was to little to know or care back then. She assumed Austria and Vienna were still asleep- she did seem to wake up a lot earlier than most people.
Berlin wandered down the hallway feeling a little lonely when she passed by the music room. She had always had a curiosity about the piano- she had never actually played one before- Austria always made it look so easy, she wanted to try herself.
She sat down on the old piano bench, her legs dangled over the edge, a few inches from the ground, she tentatively reached out and touched a key in the same way a small child would go about petting a large animal, the old ivory keys felt almost fragile underneath her finger as she pressed it genteelly pressed the key down, a pure note rang threw out the room, Berlin smiled feeling little light spark in the back of her mind, the quite thoughtful musician that lived just beneath her loud sassy 10 year old exterior reared it's head for the first time.
She touched all the notes in order getting a feel for each one. Before long she was plucking out a choppy and repetitive melodies, a small smile of self satisfaction graced her face as she continued to pluck at the keys, still being extremely genital with the enormous instrument- she didn't know what Austria would do to her if she broke it! She didn't hear the foot steps coming down the hall and stopping in the door way.
"You're quite the natural!"
Berlin froze at the sound of Austria's voice. "I-I'm sorry sir, I know I shouldn't be in here!" she replied moving her hands away from the piano that as if it had just shocked her.
"I didn't say you had to leave!" Austria almost laughed, he could see Berlin's potential, that thoughtfulness and curiosity. "Here, I'll teach you!"-
CRASH!
Berlin let out a gasp as Latvia backed into her (she must not have noticed him enter the room while she was lost in thought) the small nation was trembling and staring wide eyed at a pile of shattered crystal and vodka.
"oh no!" he muttered, "oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!"
"Don't worry!" Berlin said, putting a comforting hand on his arm (a move she had perfected with a lot of help from Paris). "I'll take the blame!" Berlin had developed quite a soft spot for Latvia, he reminded her of her little brothers when they were still little and cute. And a lot like her brothers, she just couldn't bare to see him get hurt!
"No!" Latvia whispered grabbing Berlin by her apron. "Y-you can't keep doing this, h-h-he'll kill you!"
"Well, it's bound to happen sooner or later!" Berlin said.
"Tell me, Sunflower, what is it that is 'bound to happen sooner or later'?" a disturbingly childish voice asked.
Berlin stepped in front of Latvia, narrowing her eyes at the large Russian man leaning in the door way. "I'm sorry, sir!" she began, she could feel Latvia's grip tighten around the fabric of her dress, his body trembling. "We were dusting your study, like you told us to, and I accidentally knocked your vodka bottle over!"
"Really now?" Russia replied circling the two short beings. "Latvia, is this true?"
Berlin tried to look at Latvia to send him some sort of a nonverbal message when she felt the cold metal of the water pipe collide with her scull, it wasn't as hard as he normally hit, but it was enough to make her vision bluer for a few seconds.
"Don't look at each other!" he commanded, Berlin nodded slowly.
"S-she's lying!" Latvia finally managed. "I'm the one who knocked over the bottle, not her, she's just trying to protect me!"
"Latvia!" Berlin muttered under her breath actually not all that surprised he would live up to his word (Latvia did have the worst case of verbal diarrea in the history of the modern nations).
"Well, Berlin, care to change you're early statement?" Russia asked.
"No!" Berlin said immediately "I knocked over the vodka bottle!"
"Berlin please, you don't have to do this!" Latvia cried, grabbing her arm. "Please-" Russia brought his water pipe down on Latvia's head with a sickening Thud! Latvia swayed back and forth before collapsing on the ground , a puddle of blood forming around his head.
"Latvia!" Berlin shrieked, she dropped to one knee, and placed two fingers on his neck searching for a plus, breathing a sigh of relief when she felt the slow throbbing just under his jaw line.
The relief was short lived however, Russia kicked her hard in the chest sending her tumbling into the bookshelf, knocking a few heavy books falling on top of her.
"You know the one thing I can't stand?" Russia replied, grabbing a hand full of Berlin's hair and forcing her to look at him. She shook her head 'no' and Russia smacked her in the face with the water pipe, effectively slicing open her face. "When people lie to me! Especially people I own!"
Berlin barely registered the words, she was too dizzy, and too focused on the icy cold hand traveling up her thy.
I promis you, if you know what's gonna happen next, then you need to go get some mental help, because you are one sick puppy!
until next time,
Triple-S is out!