A/N: Three chapter in 24 hours? I spoil you guys. Anyway, we finish up the Bad Touch Trio in this chapter! Whee! Enjoy!
Fear of a Nation
Prussia's Session
"YOU TOOK MY TURN?!"
Prussia's voice rang through the hotel room. Outrage laced his tone. "How did you know?" France cried disbelievingly. Prussia's eyes flickered to Spain. "You were awake?" France asked. Spain shrugged. "I was too hungover to tell Prussia until after you had gone. And then you were gone for so long that Prussia started stalking the scientists." France raised an eyebrow.
"Not the issue!" Prussia snapped. "Did you think the awesome me could not handle it?"
"No-" France started. "Then what?" Prussia exclaimed. France didn't speak. "I didn't want you to be affected like Toni was... And like I was," France confessed. "Is it such a crime for me to want my best friend have more peaceful sleep?"
Prussia glared at him for a few more moments, them softened. His shoulders dropped. "It's that bad?" He asked. France just looked at him, not sure how to answer. "It isn't pleasant," he ended up saying. Prussia glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "I have to go now, or I'll be late," he said blankly. "Toni and I will pick you up," France reassure him. "And then we shall get unbelievably drunk."
"I can deal with that."
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Prussia's eyes slid closed about thirty minutes later on a steel recliner.
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Prussia was laying flat on his back in a grassy field. Puffy white clouds slid lazily by in an azure blue sky. The sun that beat down harshly on the landscape was balanced by a nice, cool breeze that threaded itself through Prussia's hair.
The sounds of clashing metal and whinnying horses reached his ears. He involuntarily grinned. A battle? Cool!
He suddenly realized he was laying in a kind of sticky substance. He turned his head to a throb in his arm, and saw a deep- looking gash on his bicep. He gingerly touched it, and his fingers came away red with a hiss of pain. He tried to stand, but crumpled down to his knees. There was a gash on his ribcage, dripping blood all over his... Teutonic Knight uniform. If he was bewildered before, he wasn't now. He realized what this day was.
A pair of boots stomped over to him and stopped only a foot above him. One hand on the wound on his chest to stop the bleeding, he looked up at the newcomer. "West," he choked out.
His brother looked down at him with a strange expression. Then his lips tightened and firmed into a line. His eyes were blue steel, like the sky on a chilly day. Prussia lifted his free arm with difficulty. "Help me out, eh little bruder?" He gasped out. The gash made it difficult to breathe or speak.
Ludwig's control broke. He blinked back tears and cleared his throat. "Everyone has their time, Gilbert. Everyone dies." His voice hitched a little at the word 'dies'. Prussia shook his head. "Bruder... It's not my time yet!" Ludwig turned his back on Prussia, and although he couldn't see it, he could tell that at least one tear found its way down Ludwig's cheek. Ludwig unsheathed his sword and hurried away to rejoin the battle.
"I don't want to die," Prussia wheezed. All he could manage now were little whispery wheezes. "It's not my time yet... Prussia will survive... MY PEOPLE WILL ALWAYS BE PRUSSIAN! HEIL DEUTCHSLAND!"
He sensed his strength ebbing away and shouted what he imagined his last words would be with the last of that strength. As he slid down to the earth that he loved and turned over, he wondered if Ludwig, or anyone, had heard his defiant shout. Oh, the patriotism. Alfred would be proud. It seemed obvious Ludwig wasn't coming back, so Prussia decided that his last view of this world should be of the sky.
'Although this should be my worst fear, it was always my dream as a kid that I would die in battle.' He thought. Acceptance washed through him as the world went black.
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A few hours later, Prussia, France, and Antonio were sniggering, totally wasted, in a bush outside of England's house. "Awesome, guys!" Prussia chortled. France shushed them. "Here comes Angleterre."
England was cautiously creeping about the edge of his yard, holding aloft a heavy snow shovel. He peered in between bushes, looking for... He wasn't sure what. "Now!" Spain mouthed. France pushed a button on a remote control, and an ultra- realistic hologram appeared behind England. It was the girl taken from a "Scary Maze Game" that was popular several decades ago, and still had its charm.
As England turned, unaware of the hologram, France punched another button and hellish screams erupted from the hologram.
England's expression was priceless before he ran away screaming nonsense words that the three assumed were spells.
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"Dying. I'm surprised we didn't see that one sooner."
"Why did we even bother with Prussia? He isn't a nation anymore. Actually, why is he still alive?"
"Some people say he's the memory of the Holocaust. Others say he's the German state of Prussia, and he's alive because his brother saved him on that field instead of turning away. We bothered him because even though he isn't a nation, he may still have influence over his brother."
"I see..."
"So, as long as we remember the Holocaust, he lives?"
"That's one theory."
"So it's even more important that we remember..."
*outraged expression* "You didn't even try to remember the Holocaust until the possibility that it had a flesh body! Does something have to have a beating heart to be important?! We don't remember the Holocaust to keep from offending others. We remember because of the lives senselessly lost. We remember so that evil has a face in our minds, so we can recognize it, and so it will never happen again."
*door closes*
"She has a point."
"She has some issues..."
"Prussia stays?"
" I second that."
A/N: So, I wanna do Feliciano next, but I have NO IDEA what his worst fear would be. PM me or review for suggestions?
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