Chapter 8
Prussia awoke to his bed folding in half, nearly squishing him.
"Yes, yes, good morning," he grumbled, crawling from in between both sides of the mattress. He stood over his bed at the mattress unfolded, laying flat again. "No good morning back? No snide remark?"
Silence was his only response. Prussia got chills as he walked away, careful to avoid both his chair and closet.
Germany paced around the kitchen, Italy sitting at the table and swinging his legs happily. Prussia leaned on the door frame, jumping when it sighed tiredly. He would really have to get used to that.
All around them, the kitchen appliances buzzed happily, chatting with each other and occasionally Italy, being that he was the only human in the room that would respond. And none of them really wanted to anger Prussia into arguing with them, the remains of his table lamp still lain out on the porch outside as a gruesome reminder of what happens to naughty animated objects.
Germany rubbed his temples, silently wondering if Italy was going to stop time and use his stove again. He prayed that Prussia would like his spot in the doorway because there was only one chair left unbreathing and he wanted to eat dinner while sitting on it tonight.
Prussia, however, did not think his spot in the doorway was cool enough and passed the bitch-cupboards, their boyfriend-cutlery and the angsty, teenage cereal box.
"LIFE SUCKS." It loudly announced for the fourth time, "AND I CUT MYSELF."
"Ve~ Miss Cereal Box," Italy began, ever so polite, "Cereal boxes can't cut themselves!"
Prussia chuckled as Germany resisted the urge to face-palm, knowing the action would look ridiculous and somewhere in the room, some appliance was going to ridicule him for it.
"Don't worry, bro." Prussia said, adjusting his collared-shirt. "It's all good." And with that, Prussia smacked Germany on the back, like brothers sometimes do.
Prussia smacked way harder than he thought, finding this out when Germany's eyes fell out, rolling across the floor. The entire room hushed as Germany's mouth opened stupidly.
Italy smiled blithely.
"I… I can see myself…" Germany said quietly. Prussia's façade crack then, loud bouts of laughter coming in tidal waves.
"Oh… My God, West!" Prussia said, doubling over. "Let's go, I need you to do something for me," he said through laughter, dragging Prussia out of the house, picking up Germany's eyes on the way.
"So, Mr Toaster! How do YOU like your toast?" Italy chattered happily as he heard the brothers exit through the front door.
Germany sat in the bushes outside of Austria's house, eyes in his hands. He raised his hands above the top of the bush, turning the white orbs towards the living room that Hungary was currently occupying.
"Why are we doing this again?" Germany asked, turning his eye-less head towards Prussia out of habit. Prussia flinched at the sudden sight of the empty sockets. So not awesome, but it was still West.
"We need to spy on Hungary!" Prussia insisted, turning Germany's head away.
"Yes, but why? You're acting like a grade-schooler." Germany grumbled.
Prussia glared at the house. "Just… What do you see?"
"Hungary's sitting in a chair. There's a bunch of… kittens." Germany related. "Really, I don't want to do this."
"I told you, I'll give her those pictures of you and Italy sleeping together, the ones I took a fortnight ago!" Prussia snapped.
"… Why do you even know that word?" Germany asked sceptically.
"Oh, France was trying to explain his escapades of two weeks ago the other day." Prussia said flippantly.
Germany sighed, regretting it, but turning his eyes back onto Austria's house. "I don't even want to know why you knew she was here."
GERMANY~ EYE SPEWING POWURZ. Or something.
Bloody short chapter is bloody short. KITTENZ~
Prussia's bed is a randomly violent mute. Just sayin'
xoxoxo Priss~
