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Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, Prussia would be in the anime more often! (And maybe fem. And maybe with Russia.. or Germany.. or Canada..)

(Germany pov)

Austria and Hungary were coming over today. This made me nervous.

It's not that I didn't want my Germanic neighbors to see my schwester. I rather enjoyed their company. No, what I worry about is her current state, and how they would take it.

My schwester seemed to be sick..

~Three days ago~

"Hey, Bruder?"I turned to look Gillian in the eye while I talked to her.

"Yes, Gil? I'm slightly busy right now.." I looked back forlornly at my work, knowing she was going to distract me..

It was much better having her here and bugging me then when she was at Russia's. Even when Italy was here, the house was just too quiet..

She frowned, hugging me tightly. "I miss when you were cute, Luddy. You're so boring now.."

I blushed from the contact. "I-I have plenty of books in my library, Gil! You can read those!"

She shook her head. "I already read all of those. Hell, I got at least half of them for you!" She gave him the puppy dog eyes. That's right: America isn't the only one who knows how to use those. It's one of the only weapons she uses that's guaranteed to work against me. And she knows it...

I thought for a minute. Then an idea struck me. I inched away from her slowly as I told her. "You could always.. uh.. write in your journals!"

It took her a second to remember what those were. "OH YEAH! I haven't written in those in about 50 years!" She ruffled my hair, knowing I hated it. It was endearing, though. "I think I'll log everything down!" My albino schwester exited through the door in a happy run, humming an old song.

I think what she was happy about was that she managed to get all of the Baltic's out of my house. She knows that I think that fish and guests are the same: They stink after three days. I don't know quite how she got Estonia and Latvia to leave(1), but I know she got Lithuania together with Poland to get her out. Although she did seem happier, it seemed to be a bittersweet happiness. She was really accustomed to Lithuania, and Gillian missed the Baltic.

A little while later, she managed to swindle me out of three hundred pfennigs, but it was worth the silence that followed. And it wasn't the bad silence from before, but a gentle one. A happier one.

Needless to say, I'm elated my schwester is back, even though it may not seem like it.

I thought she was making progress at first..

Every now and again, I would go in her room to clean up, and she seemed to get sadder and sadder as her diaries piled up. I don't want to be rude to Hungary And Austria, but I know that Gil wouldn't want to be seen like this..

But after hearing their knocking, I got up to greet them. "Guten tag, Elizaveta. Roderick."

They were all smiles and daisies, expecting the best. "Hello, Ludwig. Where's Gillian?" Hungary was on a first name basis with Gil, as well as Austria.

That meeting left the impression on Hungary that Gil was fine. She really wasn't though. I rubbed my neck, trying to think of how to tell them politely to go away."I don't know how she'll take to guests.."

Austria huffed. "It doesn't matter if she takes to us or not." He blushed. "We would just like to see if she is all right.."

Hungary patted his head. "Roddy, she'll be fine!" She turned back to me, with a sad smile on her face. "But I'd like to speak to her alone first.."

I couldn't say no to that... I sighed. "Yes, that... take your time." She ran up the stairs, humming happily. I turned back to Austria. "I have cake and tea ready.."

The Austrian smiled a little. "May I partake?"

Hungary...

Hungary?

ELIZA?

I looked at my doorway. Fuck, what was the frying pan lady doing here?

And what's with that pitiful look she's giving me?

Why's my face warm?... I felt my cheeks, and they were wet. What? I looked back at the journal I was on. Oh.. the early eighties...

The next thing I knew, I was hugged tightly by Hungary. "Shhh... It's all right Gil.. you aren't with Russia anymore.."

I teared up a bit more. "N-not awesome.." Then I hugged her tightly, and cried. She didn't mind.. she's always been there when I needed a shoulder to cry on, and I was for her, too! Yeah, like when her and Roddy split in 1918... oh who gives a damn..

I remember when we were smaller. She and I hid that we were girls until we grew. But before that, we were friends, enemies, sisters. WE had a bond deeper then blood! But then Roddy took her away from me. I bugged them a lot after that.. heh~.

I don't know how long passed while I was lost in my thoughts. After a while, the tears stopped. Then I looked up at Hungary again. She smiled sadly. "Are we all better now?"

I managed a weak smile. "Yeah.."

"Do you think you want to see another guest? He's really worried about you.." She was back to her normal smile, that radiant motherly one.

I smirked. "It depends. Can this guest stand my awesome presence?"

"I think he can try, Gilly." She giggled, running to the doorway. "Roddy! It's safe to see her now!"

Wait, she brought him?

HIM?

No way. Fuck! I don't want to see HIM.

Austria came to stand in the doorway. "I've been waiting for three hours. What took so long?"

As soon as I saw his face, the predator in me took action. I didn't even know it happened until it was done.

I jumped out of the chair, tackling him to the ground. "What are you doing here, bastard?" Hungary and Germany were frozen in the doorway with shock.

He looked up at me fearfully. "I came to see if you were all right, but it seems you are as rude as ever." I glared at him, and his face looked saddened.

Then my frying pan senses tingled, and I jumped off of him before Hungary could get me. "What's your problem, Gilly? He was worried about you as much as I was!"

The prey in me wanted to give in.. Hungary's frying pan arm didn't need any work, she'd been practicing on France.

But the predator in me wanted to retain my pride.

" I don't want the unawesome guests." I pointed at him accusingly. How dare she bring a man in here. "Especially HIM." Germany didn't want me to attack again, so he pulled the other nations out of the room.

I sat back down on my chair, picking up my pen. I have to finish these diaries up to today.. I'll just write..

After pulling Hungary and Austria out of the room, I rushed them downstairs. I was panting, and managed to apologize. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know that she would do that.. I figured she would allow a male because she allows me.."

Hungary was tearing up. "Roddy, she was fine with me.. Hey! At least she didn't break your glasses again."

Austria sighed. "I wished to tell her that I missed her, but I guess I cannot even say that. Some scars are too deep..."

Hungary smirked, looking at both of us. "I managed to swipe those diaries of hers.." She held up a large pile she'd somehow hid behind her back.

Wait, that was invading her space! "I don't think she would like that, Elizaveta."

She didn't pay attention. "Roddy, you're a doctor. Can you read these and see what her problem is?"

"But..." Her diaries were forbidden...

He nodded. "I'll try my best." He took the diaries, and locked himself in the library.

I turned back to Hungary. "How long do you think he'll take?" I was worried about her extreme reaction. Would she ever want to see another male nation besides me? What about her best friends, France and Spain? Hopefully, Austria will be able to explain this..

Hungary smiled at me. "How about we make some of Gilly's favorite foods for lunch?" Then she grabbed my arm and skipped off to the kitchen before I could protest.

(Austria's pov)

I muttered to myself, writing things down every now and again. But I didn't like what I was seeing. She wasn't going into detail about anything.. There were little things that happened through the day, of her and the Baltic's, but she never wrote anything in depth about Russia. When I saw she started on something about him, the ink on the page would be smudged, completely unreadable. Wet with tears, most likely...

I blushed. Good god, what could have happened there? I did not really want to know, but I didn't want Gillian to hate me either. Is it that she's afraid of men? Could what Russia did have been so.. scarring? Or could it be that she still holds a grudge against me? If any of these were the case, her bad feelings toward me would be greatly amplified.

It seems she's made key words that appear every now and again. Things like 'predator', 'prey', and 'awesome'. The only thing is, I do not have the key to tell me what these mean..

I do wish to see her in her better days to come. I regard her as a close friend..

I only looked up when Elizaveta came in. "Roddy! She finished the last diary, and I managed to swipe it while she wasn't looking~" She bounced over to me, placing a small kiss on my forehead. Then she placed the book in front of me, along with a plate covered by a napkin. "I have to go back before she gets suspicious, but keep up the wonderful work, Roddy!" She skipped out.

I turned back to the food, my mouth watering. It smelt like her home cooking.. I ate it as I read through the final diary, the one up to today. Yes, reading all of her diaries in a few hours was quite a task.. nearly 50 years of history from her point of view..

I was nearly done with the meal of wurst and mashed potatoes (Gillian's favorite foods) when I came to the last entry. I dropped my fork and looked at it. This one actually went into detail about Russia..

(A/N: Earlier, ne?)

And now I finished making my diaries! AWESOME WINS! I didn't enjoy logging my time at Russia's, but it had to be done. Because someday, in the future, people and nations alike will want to know how my awesome life went!

Speaking of Russia, I'll trust you, Awesome Diary. I'm not quite sure about how I feel about Russia. I thought I hated him, and I did when I was first taken to that hellhole. I think that him being taken care of by Belarus is his reward for that! The fucker.. But I got off track. Anyway, I wonder if anyone actually wonders about what's under that scarf Ukraine made for him. I don't think anyone would, but I'll tell my awesome diary since I haven't put it since before now. Russia is like me and bruder. He's a slave to his government during bad times. Like during the holocaust, bruder didn't want to see all of those people hurt. I'm sure it's scarred him for life, the way that all of our citizens burned.. when we didn't approve of it, our boss didn't care. Russia's had a lot of bosses like that, but ours just wanted to make our country better, and didn't physically hurt us. Well his did. He has nearly as many scars as I do. It's a sad sight. But under his scarf is the worst. He actually told me how he got that one time. His government is far more corrupt then mine. They do not care how or why my people die, only that the ends justify the means. In fact, he was taken hostage during nearly every revolution. They weren't nice. I was imprisoned at his house because of my circumstance. But his treatment was worse, he was unable to do anything while his flesh was slowly turned to bone out of starvation, his bones revealed after they peeled his flesh, and they tried killing him a bunch of times. Many times they failed. They even tried scooping out his throat, cutting his jugular vein repeatedly, and beheading him. I don't know how he survived that, and I really don't want to know. But he never tried to escape from them. He returned the favor by not letting them escape, inevitably resulting in their demise. I remember this because he would always try to act nice after 'punishment'. And he would cry sometimes, wondering why the world was so mean to him I'm not saying I don't hate him, but it's not that kind of hate. It's more of a fear hate. I'm not sure what my feeling are for him. It's funny, and hard to describe, Diary.

Bastard..

And since you're a diary, you probably didn't notice I stopped writing mid-diary a while ago, but Austria and Hungary are here today! I want that pansy-ass Roderick to mind his own business, but I really want to hang out with Hungary, so I'll do that, and finish this entry in tomorrow's.

If I were to put my feelings into this, I would say that Roderick brings out the predator in me, Elizaveta brings out the prey in me, and Ludwig brings out the awesome in me! There aren't too many that bring out the awesome in me! I mean, Antonio, Francis, Matthias, Madeline, and bruder seem to be the only people that can!

...

Fuck, this one turned out like a real diary entry! It's supposed to be the log of my awesome life! I'll do if right from now on for sure!

-The Awesomeness that is, always has been, and always will be, Prussia

I reread it a few times, finally realizing what I thought she had. I compiled a summary of the notes onto one sheet. Then I tore open the door and ran downstairs. Peeking around the corner, I tried my best not to startle the rooms' recipients, knocking on the wall quietly.

This made Ludwig look toward me, his eyes questioning. "Excuse me, I have to take care of something."

Gillian laughed at him. "Probably have to go take a shit, doncha bruder?"

Elizaveta popped her on the head playfully. "Don't be so vulgar, Gilly!"

They were left to laugh after Ludwig came into the next room, blushing. He shook it off. "Did you find anything?" His eyes seemed hopeful now.

I held up my notes, and whispered my theory to him. "I believe she has Stockholm's syndrome!"

His face told me that he had not an inkling of what that was.

So I elaborated. "Stockholm's syndrome is a term used to describe when a paradoxical phenomenon wherein a hostage express adulation and have positive feelings toward their captors that appear irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims!" I didn't realize my voice was steadily rising. "In most cases of Stockholm syndrome occurring, as with this one, the captive is in a situation where the captor has stripped nearly all forms of independence from the victim, gained control of the victims life, as well as basic needs for survival." I didn't notice when Gillian and Elizaveta cracked the door open to hear what I was talking about. "If the captor is purely evil and abusive, the hostage will respond with hatred. But if the perpetrator shows some kindness, victims will submerge the anger they feel in response to the terror! They'll try to concentrate on the captors good side, as an excuse for the hurt and pain to protect themselves. Their mentality-"

But my speech abruptly stopped by a pair of hands around my throat. I could see Gillian holding me up, fury evident in her blood red eyes. "I told you to stay away from me, you fucker. And now you say I'm sick?"

I saw Elizaveta look around for her frying pan, about to hit Gillian, but I motioned no, she shouldn't. "Gillian, I only read your diaries to help you-"

And I was cut off yet again because her grip tightened, making it impossible for me to speak. "You read my diary." She coughed a laugh, before yelling in my face. "YOU READ MY FUCKING DIARIES. NO ONE READS MY FUCKING DIARY." Prussia pulled her fist back, and I cringed.

But I wasn't hit. Instead, I was dropped, and I coughed while I tried to regain my footing. I looked up at the Prussian.

She'd stopped herself, staring in horror at her hands. "F-fuck.. I did... what he did.. crap.." Said Prussian wiped her hands off on her clothes, glaring at the floor. "Shit... stupid fucker.."

"Gillian.." I said, as I tried to reach out to her, but she jumped back, looking scared.

"I'm going upstairs, just.. stay away ... I don't wanna be unawesome like him... I'm not going to hurt anyone anymore.." Her face looked extremely hurt as she backed up slowly, shaking her head, then ran up the stairs.

The Germanic nations stared after her.

"What?.."

Germany looked at me apologetically. "I'm sorry, Roderick. I didn't know she would try to hurt you.." He sighed. "But you may have brought it on yourself. She doesn't even let me read her diaries." He looked up the stairs sadly. "Ever since she came back from Russia's place, it seems as though she's changed.. not for the better.."

I knew this was not the same Prussia I grew up with. The one who bullied me with Hungary. The one who stole my vital regions. The one who fought alongside myself and her brother during the world wars. The one who was my friend, and could at least stand to stay in a room with me..

Hungary ran upstairs, to try to comfort her. But Gillian locked the door, and no sounds emitted from the room.

This went on while Germany and I tried to find a solution. "She did have a few more people listed under the category of 'awesome'."

Germany didn't even try to understand me this time. "Are there any girls?"

I looked at my list again. "Is Canada a girl?"

He gave me a weird look. "Who?"

Those memories Austria has of her aren't very nice..

Anywhoo, TCC brought up Stockholm's syndrome before... and before you start thinking she feels a certain way about him, IT'S NOT EFFING STOCKHOLM'S SYNDROME, JEEZ.

France: It's l'amore~

Spain: Es pasión~

Prussia: FUCK ALL OF YOU! -points accusingly, flushed- EVEN IF IT'S TRUE!

Russia: -hugs- Yay~!

Me: STOP IT, ALL OF YOU! NO SPOILERS, OR I'LL LOCK YOU IN A ROOM WITH BELARUS.

All: -salute- Yes ma'am! -run away-

I was going to spread this into a few chapters, but I'm not really fond of cliffhangers.

I GOT THE HETALIA ANIME. You know that scene where Lovi and Feli are sleepig in the same bed? Well in the dub, Lovi says: "Great, another night of garlic dutch ovens!" xD
I DIED.
Some of the voices suck, some are fitting, and some are growing on me. However, the original is awesomest!

Prussia: MY VOICE SUCKS. ; 3;

Me: ... it does. Dx
(No more rambling!)

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