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Chapter 21

"Prussia, are you in here?" France asked as he opened the door to the classroom he and his friends had used as their personal club room. The room was vacant that day, and the lights were off as if to say no one was there, but he and Germany could still hear shuddered gasps from the far corner.

They followed the noise to the corner, where they found Prussia. He was curled into a ball, trembling slightly, his arms protectively covering his face. Concerned about seeing his brother like this, Germany knelt down and asked, "Bruder, what's wrong? This isn't like you at all."

Prussia jumped slightly when Germany spoke, ending with him commenting, "Y-ya. I just…I needed a moment to collect myself. How mad was the principal when I ran off?"

"Don't know, we ran off after you before he could respond," France answered. He then paused for a moment before continuing, "Prussia…I think it's time we had a bit of a talk. I'm going to be blunt with you when I say Spain was correct about you acting differently, and while I know that you're just going to say that it's because of the twins I think that there is more than that. Remember at one of the appointments how the doctor was telling us about how you and Spain might feel depressed afterwards? Is that what's going on with you?"

Prussia pouted and avoided eye contact as he replied, "It's not something as unawesome as a simple depression."

"Then what is it? Because for the last few weeks you have been emotionally everywhere and I would like to know what's going on," Germany commented, genuinely concerned for his brother and the infants.

Prussia continued to stay silent, staring at the floor by his foot. He had stopped trembling at least, but instead had a look of embarrassment. France frowned at the look, only to continue coaxing, "Prussia, you know that we're your friends, and whatever is going on is not going to stop how we think about you. But we want to make sure that you're alright. After all, the last thing we would want is for this attitude of yours to start effecting you or the little ones."

"You're worried about them? And what, you think I'm not? Worrying about them is all I can think about! What's happening to them right now? Are they alright? Will they be alright this evening? Will they be alright with so-and-so? What if something happens and I can't be there to help them? What about when they get bigger? Am I good enough to raise two kids at once to begin with? I've thought about all of this before when I was pregnant, but for some reason now that they're here I can't stop but think about it and the answers seem to be bad. And they just keep repeating to the point where I can't stop but find something to worry about which leads to practically a hundred other things and then-!"

At this point France wrapped Prussia in a hug and tried to shush him quiet in a comforting voice. The reason for this was because Prussia had gotten up to pace the room only to then look as if to break down and start trembling out of fear again. As France did so, Prussia took several deep breaths and eventually calmed down again. Once he was calm Germany commented, "So from the sounds of it you've been working yourself into panic attacks. I suppose that would explain some of the other things wrong with you currently; such as the bouts of insomnia and expressions. And let me guess, you decided to try hiding this because you thought that it would make you seem less awesome to us, ja?"

Prussia glanced up to Germany before guiltily nodding his head and commenting, "Spain never seems to have any issues like this with his kid."

"Oui, but Spain is not you. For example, he isn't the kind of person to simply bottle up his emotions until they explode like you are currently. Prussia, it's common for new mothers to feel anxious and depressed after the birth, the doctor told us that several times. The important part was to talk about it if it lasted too long or started to get out of hand like it is with you."

"Post-partum depression, you mean," Germany commented as he searched his mind for what he knew about the topic. He remembered seeing a pamphlet on the subject mixed in with others after one of Prussia's appointments, but besides that little was found in his mind.

"I told you, I'm not really that depressed," Prussia persisted.

"No, just becoming so anxious over random questions to the point of having attacks which are disrupting your life. Which technically is one of the symptoms. Prussia, you should really talk to someone about this. You know that we're always here for you and the little ones," France persisted.

"Or if it's an issue of not wanting to look weak in front of us than go talk to an actual councilor. They have one at this school who you could talk to right now even! The sooner you recognize this and get help the sooner things can move on and you can start to enjoy this new life you got us into," Germany continued.

Prussia simply sighed at this and said nothing, finally deciding to instead break free of France's embrace and start towards the door. Not sure where his brother was going, Germany decided to continue, "Or look at it this way, if you don't get help and allow these anxieties to continue happening, what will you do if another anxiety attack happens when you're alone with the twins? After all, half the time if you're with the twins you'll tell off anyone who tries to be in the same room as you."

Prussia glared at his brother for this new fear placed in his head, only to then reply, "Not awesome, Wes, definitely not awesome. Using a person's worries of worries against them. Fine I'll talk with a councilor so where is that person in this unawesome school."

Germany and France sighed partly out of relief for this, only for Germany to then escort his brother to the correct office as France headed to the classroom yet again.

Personally, I hate it when I get panic attacks...

A bit out of character for Prussia, but could not resist giving one of them some kind of the baby blues (Or at least some of the symptoms of it).

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