A/N - Thank you to all the reviews. They made me happy. And most came when I was writing this new chapter. Made me feel good.
I do apologize for my grammar mistakes. And I appreciate getting caught on them and corrected. Especially when you're being specific. I can go a little comma crazy among other things. I try and catch myself, but I am only human. Again. Thank you. Long Authors note at the bottom, so I'll save my speeches for down there.
I do not own Hetaila and I don't make anything from this.
Warning - Torture scene.
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Chapter Two
"I brought some of his things…" The dark haired girl said softly. Her emerald eyes couldn't even meet his. And good! She should feel terrible about what happened. The Prussian took the suit case full of the Austrian's clothes without even a thanks. This was the least she could do. The very least.
He was about to shut the door on her when she decided to speak.
"May I see him?" Hungary asked meekly, holding the door, before he could slam it on her.
"Nein."
"Please."
"Nein."
"Gilbert.."
"No! He's sleeping!" The Prussian's eyes flashed at her. She had no right to ask to see him. "Maybe, if he still had someone living with him, he wouldn't have been hurt. Or hell, even an ex wife who gave a shit when the country had been underwater for a week."
"You bastard, you dare bring things like that up," her emerald eyes flashed dangerously.
"You left him."
"I had too!"
"Four hundred years-"
"I had too!"
"and you left him like he was nothing."
"You know very well-"
"This isn't about being Nations you dumb bitch!" He snapped, his hand slamming it against the door.
She froze, angry tears forming in her eyes. "Then what is it about?"
"Tsk." Scarlet eyes looked down at this woman with great distaste. "You're horrible. We're nation avatars. We live forever. Us. Each other is all we have. Love, should we find it with another nation, is god damn important!"
She shook her head, her expression was furious. "What the hell do you know about love, you warmongering brute? You act like it was my choice to leave him. I have to do what the higher ups command. The Austrian Hungarian Empire had to end. It was by their-"
"You think I don't know that?" Prussia snorted. "Even knowing your marriage had to end. You said nothing to him. Not even granting him the favor of mentioning it to him first. He found out at the meeting with those allied pricks that it was happening!"
Hungary bit her lip wanting an argue about this. She had been wrong. She knew it. Tears started to fall down her face. But she looked at the Prussian with hatred. "You know nothing."
"I know he fucking loved you. Not just as a Nation, but as a person." He remembered the music that had played when she had been there. And he remembered the music that had played when she left. Roderich loved her. It was something the Prussian had always kind of liked. Hungary was crazy and mean, but if you could find someone to spend this life time of eternity with. That was awesome. Even he had Gilbird. And Ludwig!
"Fuck you Gilbert, you know nothing of love. You're a monster. A blood thirsty monster with nothing left." She cried out, it wasn't often that the female nation used such vulgar language. But who was he to talk to her about this subject?
"I'd rather be that, then a heart devouring bitch, like you." And with that he slammed the door in her tear stained face. If he had it his way, she'd never see Roderich again. The Prussian took a deep breath trying to get his anger under control. One more. He breathed out again.
He grabbed the suitcase that the bitch had brought and dragged it up the stairs. Ludwig's dog's lifted their heads seeing who was approaching, going back to their naps when they saw it was only him. Gilbert grinned as they laid outside the spare bedroom. As if they knew the person tin heir needed to be protected, but not disturbed. Smart puppies. He bent down scratching them behind their ears before stepping into the bedroom quietly.
A still form on the bed. It made the Prussian worry. He had to always check and make sure the Austrian was still breathing. Which he was. Still sleeping though.
The Austrian was all bandaged up. His face mostly untouched by the Russian, a few bruises. But those were fading. From what he could see the neck still bore the hand shaped bruises. Were an angry Russian strangled him. Nothing else could be seen past the blankets and clothes. But the damage was extensive. Internal and external. And of course.. Mentally.
They had taken Roderich to the hospital after the rescue, and after a few days there, Gilbert had insisted that they take him back to Berlin. That it'd be safer and they could look after the Austrian better. Thankfully Ludwig had agreed, and here Roderich was in the spare room of their home. The one he usually stayed in when he visited.
All the musician did was sleep. He'd been here for days and Gilbert had only seen him wake up twice.
Gilbert looked at the bandaged hands. "Will he ever play again?"
Ludwig sighed adding another blanket to the bed. "Hard to say.. The doctor said maybe.. Rehabilitation. Plus, we're nations. We heal from things quicker, and he has just as many centuries to learn to play again, as he had when he first started to play the piano."
"What if they don't heal right?"
"They will." His brother said matter of factly which on it's own gave the older brother some hope.
And then Gilbert waited. He sat in a chair by the bed and waited and waited. Watched as his brother came in and changed the Austrian's bandages. His scarlet eyes taking in every detail of the battered body. Placing the images in the back of his mind, so when he got his hands on that Russian he'd know where to hit, and give back everything tenfold.
And then Ludwig would leave, and he'd wait some more.
By the third night, Gilbert was worried. "West.. He's not waking up."
"It took a week for you to wake up when you came back to us, Ost." He said placing the covers back over the Austrian.
"But.."
"Here." The blonde placed a black case on the Prussian's lap. "This might help."
The Prussian's eyes widened in shock. "W-Where did you find this?"
"Around. It helped me when I was younger. And I think Roderich would appreciate it. Music is everything to him." With a very slight smile the younger German left the room.
The Prussian swallowed opening the case. There, shining at him, was his old flute. Damn. He hadn't played this thing in ages. He put the pieces together, making sure it lined up correctly. Pressing the keys, making sure they still worked. It's still looked to be in good shape.
He didn't know any fancy songs like the Austrian. He just knew what keys to hit to make something that sounded nice. He blew into the instrument starting a soft tune he knew. Something he taught himself and played for Ludwig. Scarlet eyes closed slightly, as he watched the sleeping Austrian. He hoped this helped. Roderich's piano always managed to make it's way into his dreams. Chased away the bad memories of Russia. Cleared his mind so nothing but the melody remained. He hoped this was doing the same for the Austrian.
He just played and played, the same melody over and over, afraid to really try anything else, in case bad notes and sounds would keep the battered man trapped in the darkness of sleep. And so he played, he didn't know how many hours passed, stopping only occasionally to take a swig of beer, and then resume his playing.
Slowly. Very slowly, violet eyes appeared from under dark lashes. Warm pools of lavender still lost in a dream. Sleep filled and unguarded. Scarlet's couldn't look away from the sight. But he wished he had. For reality was slowly taking over. And the warm pools, were becoming pale chunks of ice. Losing the warm sparkle and become hollow and lifeless.
They looked over at him for a moment. Narrowing slightly at the Prussian, not angrily narrowed. More of an analyzing type. Studying him carefully.
Gilbert ceased his playing at once, setting the flute in his lap. "H-Hey. How are you feeling?" He cursed himself for his stupid question. How are you feeling? Probably like shit.
The Austrian didn't answer. He seemed a bit lost at what to do with himself. He winced in pain as he brought a hand up, to perhaps grab his glasses. But his hand was useless it wouldn't be doing anything for a while.
"Here." He set the flute on the chair as he stood, grabbing the glasses and placing them carefully on Roderich's face. He also carefully sat the Austrian up, as that was also something he couldn't do on his own. He tried to be careful, not wanting to put the musician in anymore pain. He kind of failed as he heard a few moans of discomfort which he quickly apologized for. "There." Prussia said satisfied, grabbing his flute and sitting back down. "So… You're at Ludwig's place. We thought it'd be better if you stayed here for a bit. And yeah. So that's awesome. And yeah. We're going to get Hungary and Vash pick some of your stuff up. So.. That will also be awesome."
Austria nodded slightly at Gilbert's words, starring at his damaged hands which were sitting in his lap. "I didn't know you played,"
So soft the Prussian almost didn't hear Austria speak. Scratchy from the week of torture, Gilbert assumed. He grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand holding it out for Roderich "Uh, yeah.. Kind of forgot myself," he laughed weakly answering Roderich. "West brought it.. Oh! Sorry." He had been waiting for the Austrian to take the cup, which he couldn't do. So instead the Prussian held the cup to the man's lips instead, pouring some into the Austrian's mouth. "Shit sorry." He cursed having poured to much in and pouring on Roderich rather then in. "Fuck," he cursed again getting up to grab a towel from the bathroom. Dabbing the water off Austria's front. "Sorry, I suck at this.. I'll get better."
Roderich only nodded slightly, his gaze still remained on his damaged hands.
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Gilbert opened the suitcase, pulling out the frilly shirts and ancient jackets. So old.. Why? Why still wear these? All the same Gilbert hung them out, not wanting the Austrian to fall into another comma like state when he saw his old as dinosaurs clothes still stuffed in a suit case.
Hungary had stuffed quite a few outfits in this suitcase. As well as toothbrush and hairbrush. A few books and CDs, classical Chopin and stuff. Specs might like to have some music when he sleeps. At least hear the music he can no longer make…
No. That he can't make right now.
Austria could still conduct! That's a positive. He never told the Austrian this, but he had gone and seen one of his concerts. Watched him conduct the orchestra. With such perfect grace. He was lost in the music… the way his hands moved… God like. It had to be. And then, his piano piece.
It was beautiful. He had originally gone there to poke fun, but he couldn't. It had been wonderful. He had always loved Roderich's music. He'd never tease. He'd never do anything that might make the man stop playing…for an extended amount of time…
Gilbert searched his room for an old CD player, at last uncovering it from a lot of mess and brought it back. Roddy should get an MP3 player like everyone else! He smirked, this man would never be up to date with technology, he still had records when everyone one else had Cds, then finally getting the Cds everyone else was already on MP3s.
The Prussian chuckled, plugging in the player, popping in the Chopin CD, and took a seat back in his chair, resting his feet on the edge of the bed and tilted his chair back. Gilbert yawned sleepily, listening to the piano melodies. It wasn't the same as Roderich playing.
The way the Austrian's hands danced across the keys. His eyes half shut sometimes, violet eyes hazy, lost in the melody. His body almost swaying with the tune he was producing. The slight upturn of his lips when he'd come to his favorite part. Or his brow furrowing lightly when a tricky part was coming up.
But he loved the way his violet eyes would snap to attention burning with the desire to kill when Gilbert reached out and poked a key while Roderich was playing. The musician would never stop playing. But his eyes promised a swift death to Gilbert should he try again. And he always did. He was never killed or given a swift death, just a sigh of exasperation. A bit disappointing really.
And he only did it because he could see sparks of the old Austria. The Austria who had been a warrior. Well, Austria had never been a great warrior. Never one to dirty his own hands. But. He had won Italy. Kicked France's ass. So he had to be decent.
Ah.. Those eyes had once held a fire. Even when they looked up at him. Defeated and broken, those eyes held fire. He loved them.
Where had that warrior gone? Hungary soften him up? Made a house husband out of the Austrian? Maybe.. WWI kicked the losing sides ass… maybe it had been then. When the world fell around them. So much lost. Hungary leaving Austria. Among a lot of other shit. France demanding so much from his brother.. The dying economy. Or maybe it was the second World War… when even more had been lost… Japan broken. He and Hungary in Russia's clutches.
God damn, he remembered that shitty day way to well. Blue eyes that were so broken. Apologizing over and over. Violet's. Shocked saddened violets. The aristocrat unable to say anything as he watched Hungary and him be led away.
Then forty years of hell.
Thank god for his brother and Roddy. That had been some hell. He'd never wish it upon anyone, and was thankful that it had been him who suffered and not West. Or god forbid Roderich.
Damn the world had changed. No longer was he the most bad ass pirate this world had ever seen. A plundering self proclaimed bad ass awesome pirate, to be more specific. No longer a knight. Fuck, not even a nation anymore. The little brats were taking over the world. America. Though, from what he heard, that little guy was in some deep shit with China. He didn't pay attention to the problems of others. Unless West mentioned it. He didn't care. It wasn't his problem anymore.
Nations in the Middle East attacking America and England? Well Fuck, read a history book and find out why that's a bad idea. Or ask Kiku first hand. Or them. If they hadn't tried to start shit with Alfred back in WWI well, the war would have ended a lot differently. Same with WWII. Dumb ass Kiku. Little Alfred had been more then happy with neutrality and wanted to stay out of, as he called it, "Whose dick was bigger contest of Europe,"
That's what it felt like sometimes. And you know what. They all learned that America had the biggest dick, and then bombed Kiku to bits with it.
It made Prussia laugh. So if those Middle East nations wanted to do stupid shit let them. Though, America was acting like a bit of a dumb ass. Though, he heard that it had been getting better since the new boss. But again, this was all from the grapevine. And once again. He didn't care.
He missed the old days. Him, Francis and Antonio… Arthur too. Gilbert sighed starring up at the ceiling. Memories, some hazy some clearer, flooded his mind, and he drifted off to the sounds of an unfamiliar piano, playing a song that he knew, but it wasn't the same. The wrong person was playing. The wrong piano. The wrong piano player… it was all wrong…
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"Where are you?" Sang that horrible child like voice.
He panted, leaning against the hallway wall. Trying to catch his breath. Trying to breath quieter but he couldn't. He held his shoulder. Dislocated. Maybe even broken. He wasn't sure. All he knew was that it hurt. It hurt a lot.
He licked his lips. Slowing down his breathing now. Trying to be quiet. The house was silent. And he peered through the darkness, searching for any sign of the Russian. He took a step back. His footstep sounding far to loud.
His senses on edge. His ears straining for a sound over the pounding rain that was hitting the house. His nose waiting for the faintest hint of vodka. His eyes, looking for any movement. A flickering shadow. A tiny speck of light.
He took another step back. The floor board squeaked. And he silently cursed. But he still didn't hear anything. Another step. And another. His movements becoming bolder as he moved. At last reaching the stairs. His eyes straining as he peered through the hallway searching for the Russian. Nothing so far.
He took each step slowly. Hating each creek that the steps made.
"I'm sorry Roderich. I'm afraid upstairs is off limits,"
He looked fearfully to the top of the steps. A bolt of lightening flashed across the window at the top of the stairs, lighting up the figure that stood at the top most step.
Ivan.
The light faded and all that remained were two glowing violet eyes.
Panic.
Get away! He stepped back forgetting he was on the staircase. And he fell backwards. Down half the stairs.
He cursed in German, gasping for air. Trying to roll on his side. Crawl. He needed to at least crawl away. But his body wasn't moving. His head was pounding from the wooden step his skull had collided with.
Step.
"Silly Austrian."
Step.
Move he cried out to his body. Get away. Move!
Step.
He rolled onto his stomach. His back advising against doing such a thing. But he couldn't argue with his aching body right now. Taking a ragged breath he struggled onto his knees.
Step.
"You make such ugly noise on your piano."
Step
Fear. It spread throughout his body and he found himself frozen. Frozen in place. Unable to move another inch
Step.
Could just the Russian's voice do that to him?
Step.
Move! He screamed in his head.
He fell back on his stomach. A boot smashing into his back, and he let out a cry of pain.
"Ugly. Ugly music. It's so noisy and icky. I'm going to put an end to it. And just breaking that ugly instrument back there.. Not no.. you can always get another. I need to do something more permanent."
Hyperventilating. That's what he was doing. He couldn't think clearly. What? What was Prussia going to do to him? His breathes coming out in ragged desperate gasps for air.
His hands clawing at the stairs, trying to get away, though he knew it was hopeless. The Russian's other foot moved to his arm, trapping one of his arms under the toe of his boot.
"Now. To end the music forever."
A thud.
A crack.
And a scream ripping through his throat. And of course, Russia's laugh. Austria couldn't even look. He couldn't. The end of the Ivan's faucet pipe smashing into his hand. The bones cracking. Breaking. And the worst part was..
Another thud.
Another crack.
And another scream. Tears fell from his eyes. His hands. His hand that made music. Ruined. His screams becoming weaker and weaker, until he couldn't even feel his hand anymore. Just the most painful throbbing. He had stilled and gone silent. Tears had run dry.
This displeased Russia.
"Other hand, da?"
And again.
The thud.
The crack.
The scream.
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Prussia jerked awake to the sound of screaming. "Fuck," he mumbled, leaping up and coming over to the Austrian. Screams ripping from the man's throat as he jerked away from an invisible attacker.
"Shh. Shh. Roddy. It's me. It's Prussia.. Gilbert." He placed his hands on each side of the Austrian's face. Needing those panicked lost violet eyes to look at him and relax. See him. And see that he was safe.
"Ost," Ludwig ran in. Concern etched in his features, looking for an attacker.
"Just a nightmare." mumbled the Prussian. He left one hand on Austria's cheek the other to try and restrain one of Roderich's hands before he ended up hurting himself more.
"Roddy.. Come on.. Snap out of it. Priss. Specs… It's just a nightmare.. Fuck, don't let that fucker Ivan get the best of you. You're Fucking Austria. You even have a town in Austria called Fucking. I want you to take me there one day. And I'll make so many stupid jokes that will piss you off. Come on Roddy." The Prussian licked his lips, thinking, racking his brain. An idea coming to him. He leaned in close to the thrashing man whispering softly into the Austrian's ear. "L-Land der Berge, Land am Strome, Land der Äcker, Land der Dome, Land der Hämmer, zukunftreich. Heimat bist du großer Söhne, Volk, begnadet für das Schöne, vielgerühmtes Österreich."
It was working. He breathed a sigh of relief as the body stilled under him. Softly he repeated the lines in Austria's ear. "vielgeliebtes Österreich," he whispered skipping to the last line of the song.
"Y-You,"
"Roddy." Scarlet eyes looked into distraught violets. Both hands cupping Roderich's face his thumbs brushing away the tears that were falling. "It was just a nightmare."
"Nein. Ein speicher."
Gilbert scowled, carefully lifting up the battered body, holding him tightly to his chest. Feeling him shake as more silent tears fell. And soundless sobs wracked his body. Her felt fingers twitch against his chest. Trying to wrap themselves in the fabric of his shirt, but unable to.
Scarlet's met blue in the darkness. Before the blonde retreated back to the comfort of his bedroom.
"Roddy. He will never hurt you again. You're safe. I promise." He nuzzled into dark brown hair. Holding Roderich tight. Not everyone was built for torture. And Gilbert truly wished the places were exchanged. He'd do another week with that Russian, if it meant that he was in this bed and Roderich was beside him, sitting in the chair. Playing his violin. And that the Austrian was safe. That he'd hear beautiful music from this man again.
He held the Austrian tightly until the shaking stopped. And he laid the Roderich back down on the bed, the Prussian laid beside him, holding the bandaged hands in his own. The Chopin Cd still playing. A song he didn't know, but he heard Roderich play it before. Raindrops? Teardrops? He heard Roderich play it just after World War One.. When Hungary left.
Regardless of the name, it didn't sound the same coming from a Cd and not his musician.
He sighed, sleep slowly coming to him once more. His scarlet eyes looked over the Austrian. Even while he slept, he looked distressed. "Einig laß in Brüderchören, Vaterland, dir Treue schwören, vielgeliebtes Österreich…" he leaned in brushing his lips gently against Roderich's cheek.
He waited for sleep to fully take him, hoping he didn't have to hear those terribly pained screams again tonight. Or ever again.
A/N
-Pardon me if my History is inaccurate.
After the end of WWI The Hungary and Austria empire was asked to end. Hungary was all for it. And all countries that were within Austrian Empire were given their independence (so to speak) The alliance of Hungary and Austria was almost four hundred years old. Going from when she was a maid in his house, not when they were married. The alliance (when they were married) started in 1882 and ended at the end of WWI in 1914. So. These two had been together for a long time. 1918 was the official collapse of the monarchy.
In Hetalia view of all of this. This must have been devastating for Roderich. Considering the history the two shared.
-After WWII Russia became the controlling power over what became known as the Eastern Block. It had both direct and indirect over: Czechoslovakia, Hungary, Poland, East Germany, Albania, Bulgaria and Romania. Again. For Ludwig and Roderich this must have been rough. Losing Hungary again. And Prussia gone. Not even a nation.
-It's true, and I like to point this out to the England's that I rp with (while I rp America) That if America hadn't won their independence I think our world would be a much different place. For who would have come to save the day in both wars?
America had no desire to join either World War and was more then happy to supply weapons to both sides.
Germany however did not feel this was okay. It can't be a World War if the whole world isn't fighting right? Their U-boats sank our ships. Killing thousands, one of the last straws was the sinking of the Lusitania. Which was a British Cruise ship going from Brittan to New York. Sinking a ship full of a thousand innocent people, a little over a hundred were Americans.
Another big reason was the Zimmerman Telegram. Which was basically trying to turn Mexico and America against each other, who were already on shaky terms due to the Spanish American war.
The list goes on, but these were some of the reasons. The US joined the war. Germany has no one to blame but himself.
-During WWII America was once again content to stay neutral. On December 7th 1941 The Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. Sending the American's into war once more.
While I can't find anything on it, it's something that never left my head back in my high school history class.
One of the generals in Japan requested that they did not attack America and that they should let Sleeping Dragons Sleep. That attacking them would not end well for the Axis powers. His request was of course denied and the attack on Pearl Harbor led to the bombings in Japan.
Sadly names of General escape me. It's simply been to long since High School.
(If my History is inaccurate please correct me ))
-Prussia playing the flute. I was told by a friend he could, though I haven't read anything on it, I heard it's cannon. Just like Austria is a smoker and was once in a wheelchair. Though I can't find any sources I hear it's Cannon.. So… I'm saying he can play the flute. Though I doubt he can read music or do anything more then string notes together.
-Same goes for Roderich's violin. Fan artists loves to draw him with a violin. I think he's a man of just musical skill and can play anything he wants at anytime. Lord knows he's old enough to be a master of anything he chooses. While I have seen nothing to confirm that he plays the violin I'm happy to go along with the fact that he does.
-There is a town in Austria called Fucking. Awesome dirty jokes could be made if this wasn't such a serious fic.
-What Prussia is saying/singing to Austria would be the Austrain National Anthem. He sang the first part of the song and then the last few lines later on.
Land der Berge, Land am Strome,
Land der Äcker, Land der Dome,
Land der Hämmer, zukunftreich:
Heimat bist du großer Söhne,
Volk, begnadet für das Schöne,
vielgerühmtes Österreich.
Heiß umfehdet, wild umstritten,
liegst dem Erdteil du inmitten,
einem straken Herzen gleich.
Hast seit frühen Ahnentagen
hoher Sendung Last getragen,
vielgeprüftes Österreich.
Mutig in die neuen Zeiten,
frei und gläubig sieh uns schreiten,
arbeitsfroh und hoffnungsreich!
Einig laß in Brüderchören,
Vaterland, dir Treue schwören,
vielgeliebtes Österreich!
English Translation
Land of mountains, land of streams,
Land of fields, land of spires,
Land of hammers, with a rich future,
You are the home of great sons,
A nation blessed by its sense of beauty,
Highly praised Austria.
Strongly fought for, fiercely contested,
You are in the centre of the Continent
Like a strong heart,
You have borne since the earliest days
The burden of a high mission,
Much tried Austria.
Watch us striding free and believing,
With courage, into new eras,
Working cheerfully and full of hope,
In fraternal chorus let us take in unity
The oath of allegiance to you, our country,
Our much beloved Austria.
And you repeat each section once. If you've never heard Austria's Anthem I recommend listening to it. It's really pretty. Very.. Well Roderich.
-So why did Prussia sing the National Anthem of Austria? Well. As National Avatars I think lots of things effect them.
~Wars on their own lands probably kick their ass. That's blood being spilled on them.
~Civil wars probably tear the country apart mentally.
~Attacks on the country. America has to be sporting some bad scars from Pearl Harbor as well as one of our more recent attacks on the country. Japan probably suffers from the bombings. Burns perhaps.
~Economy. A bad one probably makes them sick.
And in turn. How they are effects their country. They do represent the nation
So. A nation in inner turmoil would probably have some kind of effect on it, no? So weather seems a good way to go.
So. I came up with the idea that certain things have to mean a lot to a country. The Eifel Tower to France . Big Ben to Arthur. White House, Statue of Liberty to Alfred. And so on and so on. Those are things that represent them. What else represents countries? National Anthems. I feel the sound of it would have to put them at ease, no? It's just a little thought of mine. Nothing more. I felt it was the perfect thing to snap Austria out of his panic attack.
-Nein. Ein speicher means No. A memory.
-Lastly. I love the chase of Austria and Prussia. The love hate, oil and water, opposites attract relationship. Their past and everything makes them a delicious pairing full of angst to get together and wonderful fluff once they get there. It's different from other I hate you relationships.
Prussia's stalking the Austrian is to a point where there has to be feelings. Getting Austria to believe him once he figures it out. Ah! It's gold!
However. Because of the way this fic is. I can't do that lovely chase. So sadly these characters will be a little OC. Austria will Need Prussia to help him through this. And Prussia will Want to be there, because of what he went through with Russia. He understands. And you can't be an ass to someone in this condition.
Because of this situation they will be able to bond, so there isn't really a chase, more of Prussia helping Austria through this trauma.
I hope you can understand are not to upset because of it. I love the chase! I do! This fic doesn't call for one, I'm afraid.
Long Authors Note is Long… Thank you for all the reviews and reads and alerts and favs. It makes me happy. And it means a lot. I hope I don't disappoint.