Chapter 2
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Prussia opened his eyes to find himself on the cold cement floor of the basement. "Gahhh shit!" he hissed as he felt a sharp pain in his right arm. "Ack! The hell is wrong with my arm!?" he looked over to his arm and saw a large nail sticking through his fore arm. "Shit shit SHIT!" he said in frustration. With his arm like this, he had no way of climbing out of the concrete room. "LUDWIG!" He called out his brother's name. "You there?! I hurt my arm!"
Suddenly a few footsteps could be heard shuffling on the cement floor. Looking up across the room, Prussia could see a dark figure walking towards him. "Ludwig? That you?" he asked the figure. The figure steps back and Prussia could tell from its silence that it was not his brother. "Who are you," he aggressively growled as he forced himself to stand.
The figure shifted and moved towards a wall. Prussia watched as the shadowed figure disappeared into the shadows of the wall. "Oh crap…" He whispered. "I need to find Ludwig." He made his way over to the wall where the figure had disappeared and looked the wall up and down, his eyes now adjusted to the dark. "Alright you fucker. What was your trick?"
Prussia began to graze his hands up and down the stone bricks until he felt one that was slightly loose and sticking out. Giving the brick a push, he heard a small click and smirked. "Got you," he said. The wall gave a shift and grabbing hold of some of the bricks, Prussia slid the wall over to reveal a dimly lit room covered in blood. At the far end of the bloody mess, he saw a staircase and began towards it.
"Shit…. What have I gotten us into?"
Prussia was walking up the stairs, holding his arm and leaning on the wall for support. Finally he saw what looked like another door in the shadows at the top. "Alright… where are you West?"
Germany came to and opened his eyes to find himself in a small dark room, tied to a chair. "Scheisse!" he hissed. "This is the last time I let that dumnkopf talk me into doing anything like this again." Looking up he saw something move and noticed it was a person walking towards him.
"What do you want from me and mein bruder!?" Germany shouted at the figure. The figure merely turned for the door and walked away prompting him to call after it, "Answer me!"
"West? That you?" Germany heard Prussia's voice from behind him, followed by the sound of a door opening. Prussia saw the blond sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. "Why are you sitting at a time like thi-argh!" The pain seared up his arm and caused him to cringe. "Shit!"
"Gilbert?! What happened?!" Germany asked turning his head in the direction of his brother's voice.
Prussia took a breath in. "Just a nail in my arm… going to need a tetanus shot after this," he answered through his gritted teeth. Looking up he glared as he saw a figure go past the open door. "Who was that freak?"
"No clue," Germany answered. "Help me get out of these binds here."
"Crap… hold on," Prussia said when he noticed the ropes on his bother and walked over. "This may take a second," he told his brother as he began to pick at the rope with his left hand. "I can barely use my arm." Once the ropes came off, Germany stood up and Prussia looked to the dark hall. "Still got your flashlight?" he asked.
Germany reached down to the floor and felt the cold metal of the light. "Ja, I do." Finding the switch, he turned on the light and the room lit up to show its horrors. The room looked like some sick torture room complete with chains, sharp objects and other sick atrocities.
"What the hell is this West?" Germany stayed silent to his brother's question not knowing how to answer. Prussia looked behind them to see a rotten corps nailed to the wall in the corner. "Ya... you don't want to look back there," he said as he began to lead his brother out of the room. "Let's get out of here."
"I couldn't agree more," Germany said as the two walked out of the room. They looked up and down the hall and noticed that the door that had blocked the stairs was now open. "Should we risk the stairs?" Prussia nervously asked. "That seems to be the only way," Germany answered. With that the two walked over and Germany began down first.
"Watch out for the hole!" Prussia called out. "You do not want to end up with an arm like mine."
"Danke, we don't want any more setbacks." With that he carefully avoided the dark hole and Prussia did the same. Once the two were downstairs they went over to the window, but Prussia stopped when he gave it one look. "Scheisse! Head back to the door; I don't think I can use the window again." Germany understood and began to double back to the lobby.
Finally almost out of the psycho house, Germany reached out and grabbed the doorknob, to find it was unlocked. "Was this unlocked the whole time or did we just climb through the window for no reason?"
"I thought it would be cooler that way!" Prussia said with his signature smile. Germany opened the door and the two were about to walk out when something wrapped around Prussia's neck and pulled him hard to the floor. "Ugh! NEIN! LUDWIG!" he screamed.
The German turned and jumped after his brother to help and grabbed his hand. "BRUDER! DON'T LET GO!"
"You think I want to!?" the Prussian screamed out in fear. Whatever it was let go and the two fell out of the door. Germany landed on the grass and Prussia on Germany. "Agh! Shit my arm!" Prussia grunted as he held his arm. Looking down he realised he was on his brother on rolled off. "You alright bro?" he asked.
"Ja, I'm fine," he answered as he got up and brushed himself off. Bending down, he helped his brother up and said, "Let's get out of here and get you to a hospital to get that arm looked at." He helps his brother over to the car parked across the street. As the two got in, they sat back to let the events that had happened settle in.
Prussia looked over to Germany, who was in the driver seat. "Ugh… never let my awesomeness decide to do this sort of thing again," he said with a huff. Germany rolled his eyes. "Ja, you don't have to tell me twice," he retorted.
"What was that even?! I've been to war countless times and I've never been that scared for my life!"
Germany started the car and answered, "Ja, me too. That was the most terrifying thing that's ever happened to me. I'm just glad we are relatively alright." Under his breath he continued, "Because I don't know what I would do if I had lost you again…"
As the car began to pull out, Prussia closed his eyes and smirked. "I heard that."
AN: There is one more chapter of this to go! I hope you have all enjoyed this story and don't forget to leave a much welcomed review!