When a Commie and a Nazi Meet... Ch. 10

I'm so sorry! For any other Arabic speakers out there... ASIF!

I already had this chapter typed out, and I was gonna post it the next day, but then my laptop had some weird things happen to it, so I couldn't really do anything on it, so sorry! And thank you to the person who checked up on me! That made me feel LOVED. Anyways, I made this chapter longer now, I combined two chapters actually, so please enjoy!

BY THE WAY! Speaking of Arabic speakers, I sincerely apologize if any of my spelling or grammar is off, as English is my second language, and Arabic is very different from English. OH! And since I'm too lazy to go back, in the last chapter, it should've said Prussia's wrists, not his neck.

ON WITH THE SHOW! I DON'T OWN HETALIA!

Gilbert's POV:

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, Commie bastard..." I mumbled (awesomely) to myself as I sliced the glass shard across my wrist. The bandages had already been thrown to the floor by my awesome self, because they were not worthy of my awesomeness.

Yeah. I'm just that awesome.

Anyways, since I don't have my knife, I'm using one of my bottles. Alcohol helps with wounds anyways, doesn't it? I doubt that that stupid Russian will ever give me back my knife, anyways.

I checked the clock on the wall. "Sheisse, ten minutes until the meeting," I mumbled, setting the bloodied glass down. I flicked my gaze down to the bandages, then to my wrist. Should I...? I mean, I don't usually, but they were really, really bloody.

A knock on my door made me jump. "Bruder, come on, we need to get going!" called Ludwig's voice. He sounded cranky, probably due to the terrible coffee that this place has.

Quickly, I wrapped the bandages around my wrist and pulled my (awesome) Prussian coat on.

No, it is not German. It's Prussian.

I quickly left the room, not caring that it was still a mess. So what? It's just gonna get dirty again.

"Bruder, are you okay? You don't look like you slept very well." He looked concerned, which I hated.

Yeah, I've got insomnia; I've had it for a long time now. I don't care. I'm still fine, what's a little less sleep going to do to someone as awesome as me?

"I'm fine. Sheesh, stop worrying so much, it might kill you," I said monotonously, rubbing my eyes. Ludwig's eyes widened and he pointed at my wrist, knowing better than to touch me.

"Bruder, why are you wearing bandages? I thought you said that you hated them..."

I stiffened. "No reason, I just wanted to," I mumbled. I don't really want to tell anyone what happened. That would be plain fucking weird.

"Let's just go to the meeting, didn't you say that we were going to be late?" I said in a hurry, starting towards the meeting room. He can't know.

Ivan's POV:

I woke up in a panic. I just had the strangest dream where I accidentally killed Gilbert in the time of the Berlin wall.

Horrifying.

I shot up and stared at the clock. "I'm late..." was all I had time to mumbled before I quickly got up and started to throw my clothes off, then pulled my pants and coat on, then my scarf, and last of all my boots. I glanced out of the window for a moment and sighed. The storm still hasn't let out. Ah well, I suppose I can't really do anything about it. Though it is making me feel very stiff and cranky.

I chuckled and made sure to grab Gilbert's knife before I left, making sure to lock the door. The meeting room is in the hotel, obviously, so at least I won't have to leave the hotel and go out into the cold weather. Just because I am Russia, doesn't mean I like the cold. It brings back very bad memories of the twentieth century. Too much happened back then, and even now.

Too many wars. And none of the other countries are really doing very much to stop them.

I shook my head. I should be happy! I am living in the most peaceful era in history! Supposedly...

I stepped into the meeting room quietly. The other countries weren't all here yet. Of course, there was still five minutes.

All those nations, why do they always have to be so late and unorganized? Why can't they come early so that we can start the meeting already?

I took my seat beside my two sisters. Bela was sleeping on the table, having been sick for the last week, and my big sister was looking over her notes from the last meeting. Not much I can do now other than wait...

I glanced around the room to see who was already here. England, the Baltic countries, Belgium, China, Japan, pretty much all the Asian countries, Egypt, Greece, Turkey, Germany, Prussia, Switzerland, C-

Wait. Prussia was already here?

He was, he was also dozing on the table. Wait, no he is not. Upon closer inspection, I realized that he is actually just laying his head down. He hadn't noticed me coming in, but his brother had, and now I had a German glaring dagger at me. I smiled.

Okay, he's not glaring anymore.

I shifted my gaze back to Prussia. He was staring at the wall beside himself, his arms circling around his head. I could see that his coat was a few sizes too big on him, probably from me as well...

It made me wonder, when was the last time that he had let himself have a decent meal? Prussia was probably starving himself, it seemed all too much like something he would do.

Maybe when I give him back his knife, I'll ask him. But right now, Germany was standing up, meaning that the meeting was just about to start.

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