It came as a surprise to Germany. Upon the large rock, mist swirling around, was a black shadow. It stood there, watching the ringed sun climb through the slow un-see-able sky.
"Germany" came an echoing voice from the shadow.
"Bruder?" Germany called out, he recognised the voice being Prussia's.
"Germany?" He called again, stepping into the light, showing his face which was covered in tears.
"Bruder!?" Germany called out, alarmed.
Prussia jumped down from the rock, running over and embracing his brother in a hug.
Germany was unsure if this was real, or a dream. He hugged Prussia back to find a very solid and realistic body in his hands.
"Bruder, what are you doing here?" Germany asked, pulling Prussia away and holding him at an arms length.
"I can't let what happened with Holy Roman Empire happen to you...I wouldn't be able to bare with the pain and guilt" Prussia sobbed.
Germany pulled his brother back into a hug. he had never seen Prussia cry, especially as an adult. Germany felt tears blur at the edges of his eyes.
"Bruder, you should go, they might think you're a traitor. They'll attack you too" Germany spoke softly, afraid for every second that past as they stayed here in the open.
"No!" Prussia buried his face into Germany's muscular shoulder.
Germany bite his lip, hating for what he was about to say.
"Prussia get-" he started but was interrupted by a shout.
"The dog's got his scent! This way!" It had a slight French accent.
"Shit!" Germany muttered, pushing Prussia away from him.
As Germany turned to run Prussia grabbed his hand.
"Give me your clothes!" Prussia ordered.
"What!?"
"West give me your clothes!" Prussia glared into his brothers eyes and Germany started undressing, silently understanding what his brother was going to do.
They exchanged clothing, Prussia wearing the slightly too big green shirt and pants. while Germany wore his brother blue clothing that was just stretching at the muscles.
"I've always wanted to see West in mein clothes" Prussia turned to Germany and brought him into a hug.
"Bruder" Germany whispered as they touched foreheads.
Prussia gently kissed his brother on the lips, the soft texture making him tear up even more.
"Don't die" Prussia whispered then bolted away in the opposite direction.
"You too" Germany turned around, then started jogging in the opposite direction to his brother and the French-men.
Back in the house, Italy had calmed down enough to be aloud to walked around the room, as long as two other countries were there watching him.
"Fratello?' Romano asked as he watched his brother gaze out the window.
" Hey Romano, do you think everyone should be hunting down Germany?"
Romano glanced at the other country in the room, Poland. The short blonde haired man was filing his nails, oblivious to the conversation in front of him.
"Well, i-uh" Romano stuttered, the face of a smiling Italy sitting next to a grumpy Germany flashed through his head. "I wouldn't know, the bastard does look like Holy Roman Empire but...i see no reason for Germany to die".
Italy turned around, watery eyes stared into Romano's, causing the Italian to shiver.
"What if it was Spain they were chasing down?"
At this Romano flinched, the image of Spain from the past flashed before his eyes, a blood covered cape, cuts and bruises covering a tanned skin then the dead, emotionless eyes that stared into oblivion. Romano had tried to talk to Spain but the bastard had never replied until one day he did, but it wasn't the Spain he knew. After that, Romano was sent away, never to see Spain for multiple months.
"Feliciano..." Romano muttered, walking over to his brother and taking the cold Italians hand.
Romano whispered into his fratello's ear.
Feliciano's eyes widened and tears fell to the wooden floorboards.
"Be safe" Feliciano kissed Romano's cheeks.
"You wait and when you see me return, make a break for it" Romano smiled and walked out of the room, England entering a while later.
SOOOOO sorry i haven't updated for so long, school and writers block have cascaded my free time. butttt((probably too many T's...)) i will try to update more frequently, i no longer have writers block! ((could be thanks to my cold :\ ))
hmmmm i wonder what Romano whispered to Feliciano? mwahaha you'll have to read the next chapterrrrr :D
and i wonder if i should keep Prussia safe, or should i injure him to the extreme? comment what you want done with The Awesome Prussia...
anndddd lastly please follow or favourite XD