Chapter Eleven: The Mistake and The Nation
The golden sun rose on the Austrian countryside, by this point Holy Rome had woken up twice now he had yet to make an attempt to get out of bed. The grandfather clock rang down the hall. It was nine o'clock. Although the sound waves reached his mind, he barely moved. His body ached from walking through a few small weird looking villages to get to Germany's house.
When he did move he heard voices down the hall. The voices were arguing. One belonged to his brother and the other Mr. Austria. He was surprised that Prussia was still here as far as he knew the party was over. Was he here to see him or something else? Holy Rome shrugged and after figuring out how the bath worked, drew himself one and relaxed.
The argument was still going on down the hall. Prussia looked at Austria for a split second more before he started descending the spiral stairs. Austria followed him refusing to give up. He needed the information. He had already asked England how to tell if anyone of the countries had made a deal with a magic rock he gave him. May it be he didn't believe in it, it helped him suspect France and Italy's grandfather who wasn't going to be around in a few years anymore because of it. Now it was literally dragging him to the country that got drunk and stayed the night that wanted nothing to do with him. He could negotiate with a Prussia that wasn't complaining about him talking so loudly every five seconds but this was ridiculous!
"Just tell me! Did he just make you a nation again or something?" Austria yelled after him. This last question made Prussia stop in his tracks. Fresh anger surged through him. "If Ludwig is West then I'm East. I wasn't a country for a while but I am now…" Prussia gripped the wooden side rail of the staircase not looking at him. He knew he wasn't really a full nation. He was only still here because of WWII. Because of some stupid piece of paper he wasn't a nation anymore and he sick and tired of people reminding him of that. But with him being dissolved, his little brother was created. He helped him as a human as long as he could and he thought he would die even if he had a longer life span than a normal person. The Berlin wall kept them apart and in that time he was scared that he would never see his brother again it kept him alive and as part of a nation again. He one day would dissolve again. It was inevitable.
Austria, the country that had everything in his eyes, would never understand; no one did. How could he? He was so blind. He had the house, the girl that could've been his, and he didn't have to tell everyone including himself he was awesome just so they'd believe it.
No one did except for West, who picked on him about it sometimes, understood because he was with him every step of the way. This is the only reason why he considered telling him. Because he wasn't sure what would happen to him if he didn't.
Prussia sighed and sat down on the step he was sitting on. How could someone so awesome be reduced to reveal his secrets like this? "The day I watched big brother die was the hardest day of my life." The weight of his words started to come down on him. "I became reckless in my actions as you already know. Parted me wanted to die and I felt myself slipping. I would've given anything to have him back." An emotion he hadn't felt in what seemed like eons to him welled up inside him. Tears brimmed his eyelids as he remembered. Tears he'd never let Austria see.
"About three days after I became desperate and snuck into England's library. I summoned the angel of death and he knew what I wanted. He said I could have him back with no memories as long I agreed to never become a true nation again after I got him back. The country I got in return was Germany. He has his body but it's not him. Now Holy Rome's returned from the dead. And I think this could affect things. Otherwise I wouldn't tell you, now if you shut up and let me wait down stairs for Holy Rome. So I can speak to him when he gets up." He got up and paused for a moment and marched down stairs. His broad shoulders hunched over slightly.
Austria was tempted to go after him but knowing Prussia; it would most likely make things worse. He roamed the halls for a while before knocking on the door of Italy's old room. Holy Rome opened the door fully dressed holding his hat in his hands. His untidy hair a little damp with his usual khakis swapped out for jeans. "Good morning, Mr. Austria." He said bowing his head to him. He was quickly lead by him to the kitchen and was told about some tea and cake that was in the cupboard. Austria then excused himself and set out for his office as he heard some footsteps getting closer.
He wondered why he had this large house with no one in it as his steps echoed. When he finally sat down at his desk his phone started vibrating. He answered it not shocked of who the caller was. "Hello England."
"Hello, I need you help if you see Sealand bring him to my place. He's gone missing and I'm not sure where he could have gone." England did not sound worried necessarily but it seemed like what he was saying was important to him. When Austria agreed England hung up, leaving Austria with a strange feeling; like everything was connected. He buried his face in his hands he needed to figure this out and soon. He didn't know why he felt that way either but dread was flowing through his veins. He stood up and considered going down stairs again to listen in on what Prussia was going to tell Holy Rome but he didn't want to pry. What if it all was really connected?