Fly away Part II

He has been in his room for a while now.

After his attempt to flee out of Prussia with Katte failed because the last convinced him to not go, compromising letters they had exchanged have been found and Katte was immediately designed as an accomplice. And worst of all, the King claimed he would be executed.

This day had come, of course, and Friedrich, being forced to watch, had sent an intense, last stare to Katte until they chopped his head off. The prince had been very dignified, but I could see the way he closed his face, certainly to not burst into tears in public.

I feel horrified and guilty. Horrified from the harshness of this sentence, but also guilty because of all the jealousy I felt for this man. I begin to think it's maybe my fault.

But then we went back to the castle.

I had never seen Friedrich like this. He was shouting insults at his father, threatening him, calling he names I never thought he knew his anger and hatred finally bursting. It was a mix of tears, burning red cheeks and fists that were threatening to reach their target if it wasn't for a servant that was restraining him half-hearted. I didn't know where to stand, and the only thing I could do was to stay still, biting my lips. Finally, Friedrich was forcefully led to his room. I've waited for a while before entering, slowly closing the door behind me.

He looks up from the corner of his huge bed where he is crouched in a sort of ball. I lean against the door, not knowing what to do. He stands up and walks quickly toward me, until he pins me against the wall, clenching my jacket with a strength I didn't know he had.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He shouts.

Like I always do when someone is shouting at me, I stay very still and quiet. I lift my head and I look straight into his eyes, like a little kid would do when he wants to rebel against an adult.

"Answer, Prussia!

-I couldn't." He looks shocked. He backs off.

"Of course, you could have!

-I'm a nation, Friedrich."

The way I pronounce his name is extremely cold, and I must admit I'm quite pissed. He frowns and waits for me to continue.

"We are bound to obey our king, to follow him in every single of his decisions… and it makes no exception."

He looks at me and his eyes are azure again. His tears fall, but these are softer and not heavy with anger. He then makes a step forward, he lowers himself until his at the same height as me and, leaning his chest against mine, he embraces me tightly. I let out a heavy breath and my hands find a spot on his back.

"Are we the same, Prussia?" His voice is shaky.

"I feel that… The both of us are bound to a duty they want to escape. Do you feel the same?

-Yes, Friedrich. I feel the same."

I lean further in his embrace, and we stay like this a few minutes until we part away. He looks elsewhere and his face is flushed. I smile.

"Will you… Tell me a story again, Prussia?

-Yeah, sure." I laugh.

I feel like we are being closer to each other, and maybe it's for the best. I hope so.

This one was very short but I wrote it quickly! Reviewers are being very nice, and I thank them all, even if I can't answer their reviews because they didn't subscribe to the site yet!