Date: December 12,
So, Bushybrows and Hero boy came and visited. It was nice the first two days, but then there was another attack on my country. Poland once again claimed responsibility and the two of them left. They want to make another meeting so we can "discuss the future of national relations"…
Fuck him.
I've made up my mind, and Poland will wish he never did that.
I have the backing of Austria and Germany, and I know others will as well. Antonio has offered any help he can give.
Get ready Poland, because I'm coming for you.
Awesomely yours,
Gil
It was the dead of night when he entered the dark house. He tried to get off as much snow as possible from his boots without making noise, but it was hard. So, he just gave up trying and crept upstairs. Gilbert was surprised when no one was around. He'd have thought someone would be there as security. Well, no need to worry about that, it just made his job for the night that much easier. As he got to the middle of the hall, he stopped. There was a Tv on in a closed room. Was Feliks still awake? That could change his plans for the night… Taking a deep breath, he pushed against the door and opened is enough to peak in. When he heard no movement, he opened it more, just as the Tv turned off.
The Prussian's blood ran cold and he froze in place, but nothing moved. Sleep timer, that had to be it. Finally, he smirked and entered the room completely, closing the door behind him. And there he was on the bed, the avatar of Poland. He looked so peaceful, and the albino couldn't wait to ruin his oh so peaceful sleep. Creeping over to the bed, Gilbert set to work. Carefully, he adjusted Feliks so he could cuff one of his hands to the headboard, stopping when the man seemed to start to wake up. Opening one of the windows slightly, he took the blanket off the other and waited. Not too long after, he stirred, shivering. Reaching for the blanket in a half awake state, the Polish man stopped when he couldn't move his right arm. That's when Prussia made his move. Quickly, he was on the bed, covering Feliks's mouth, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"You attacked my people, attacked me, more than once. You went into a small village today and killed seven people. This is my declaration of war you good for nothing piece of shit." He said darkly and grabbed the knife from his boot, burying it in the pillow right next to Poland's head. With that, he got off the nation and left the house. It was the best way he could declare war. Go in silently, leave no marks, and leave just as quietly as he had come.
"As of this morning, war has been declared from the newly re-instated country of Prussia and Poland. The Polish Prime Minister spoke this morning saying that any unprovoked attack from Prussia would result in immediate retaliation.
This declaration comes after many attacks from Poland on the Prussian people. We haven't heard from any spokes person, but the rumor is that this happened behind doors over night. Germany, Austria and Spain have offered their support before now, but it looks like government isn't taking the help. We'll report more as we hear anything new. This is Susan reporting from London. Back to-" The Tv was turned off and the blonde nation sighed. He'd gotten up early just to turn on the news and find out his brother had declared war. And of course, the albino was nowhere to be found. Gilbert must have run off in the middle of the night to do this! Sighing, Ludwig stood and went to the room his brother shared with Austria. Just as he was about to knock on the door, it opened and the violet eyed nation Prussia was dating stepped out.
"Oh, guten morgen Germany. Is Gilbert already out?..." He asked and frowned at the stressed look on the German's face.
"Bruder… Is out, ja. But where he is I'm not sure. Other than on his way back from Poland." He said, watching the Austrian's eyes widen. "So you didn't know. Bruder declared war last night. England is going to pitch a fit at the next meeting." Again, he watched Roderich for his reaction. It was nice to see an even amount of worry and support in his friend's eyes. They were both ready to take up arms the second they were called. Motioning for the other to follow him, Ludwig went into the kitchen, starting to make a breakfast for them. "So, are you sure you'll go to war if you have to?"
"I'm completely sure about this." He answered simply and sat at the table as the wurst and toast were made. It was done in silence. No talking was done. Both the men were in thought and getting more worried by the moment as Gilbert didn't show up for breakfast. The meal was eaten in silence. The dishes were done in silence, and they were put away in silence. Everything was just complete quiet. That was, until the door burst open and Gilbert ran upstairs without a word. The Austrian and German exchanged looks and followed the Prussian up to the office.
"Where the hell is it?..." The albino muttered to himself, digging through a bunch of books. He was looking for something that he'd written in a book before the second World War ended. It was how to take down Poland without much effort. Gilbert would never use that unless completely necessary. But having the back-up would be good. The final option, a trump card. Something to ensure he wouldn't lose this war.
"Bruder… What are you looking for?" The German asked, entering the room. All he heard was something about a book and the albino was already across the room, hunting even more. After a few minutes of this, he cried out in triumph and smiled at his brother. Azure eyes narrowed slightly, resisting the urge to clean up the mess Gilbert had made. "Why did you search so much… for just a book?" He asked.
"Just a book? Nein bruder, this has mein trump card." He said happily and sat on the desk that normally had all of Germany's work on it. It was bare though, the work having been moved to a larger room all of the members of the home could share. "Just, something to ensure a win if I need it." This just earned him a confused look from Roderich and the blonde. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, the Prussian said they'd find out later. It wasn't important yet, what was important was being prepared. True winter was just around the corner, and he didn't want full out war, not when he knew how that would just end. Most of their soldiers, other than the Prussian ones, weren't used to the harsh winters in parts of Poland. And if Russia got involved… No, they couldn't fight in the winter. Spring time would be good for war. So, Gilbert knew already the next three or four months would be tense.
"Hey Roderich, remember when we were kids und I always beat up on you? Well, I once had Poland's complete trust… So, I think if he really has gotten lax in security, I can take him out if I need to." He said softly, Ludwig looking from the Prussian to Austria and back. What he was talking about, Germany didn't know. But apparently, Roderich did. With a quick nod and a slight smirk, the musician left the doorway. "Don't worry bruder. I'll let you know if I have to." He said and patted his brother's shoulder and left the room, the book in hand. It was time to start planning. Come the middle of March, Prussia would be going into war. And he would be relentless.
A/N: Okay, so I know it's been a while, and I apologize. I'm going to try to update more than once a month (or once every two months). As always, reviews are love! And I promise the next chapter will be better. Getting from Point A to Point B so I can get to Point C was hard to do. So, hopefully I'll get there next time~
