Here's the moment you've all been waiting for, the second chapter is here! I'm having a blast writing this with LOTDRG, and they're actually the one responsible for this chapter, and of course there is my wonderful beta reader CanadianMapleLover, so thanks a million guys, and be sure to check out their profiles and stories as well! R&R bros.

It was a week after the kidnapping of Germany, and Prussia was a wreck. His hair was messy and tangled, his eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot and there were bags under them, he was losing weight fast, and at any mention of Germany he would have a meltdown, sobbing and blaming himself for the whole thing. "I'm so sorry! Zis is all my fault! I should have heard zem coming through zhe house with all those loose floorboards! Und now mein little bruder is missing und his friend is hurt! Oh Fritz, please forgive me! Und vatch over Luddy, please!" Then his words would become nothing but a mix of babbling, gibberish and sobbing. He had to go and live with France so that he didn't end up hurting himself and so that he could be properly taken care of. The Awesome Prussia was no more, he didn't think himself awesome at all anymore in the slightest.

He had nightmares now too, almost every time he closed his eyes all he could see was his little brother being hurt all because Prussia wasn't there. In his dreams they started out happy. He would be with Germany and they would have training contests to see who was better and he would actually win, which should tip him off that it was all a dream, but then it would get dark fast like a thunderstorm, which he had always hated, and Germany would be gone and all he would hear was gunshots and black eagles attacking him from everywhere and Germany calling out his name. He would wake up panicked calling for his brother but he wouldn't be there, not anymore. He never wanted to sleep again. "How can I sleep and vaste my time vhen mein bruder is out zere?" He would say to France when his friend tried to get him to sleep. "I should be looking for him now, just let me look for him!"

The rest of the world was worried sick about the former nation. His condition was so bad that France had to ask England for help, and England complied peacefully. You know it's bad when the guys that have been trying to kill each other since birth are teaming up willingly. But that aside, Switzerland was doing somewhat better, though he was still being kept at the hospital until he was fully recovered from his injury and did his work via a laptop his boss had sent him. Liechtenstein hadn't left his side since the incident doing whatever she could to help her injured brother. So, when Switzerland was able to take visitors, France and Spain, who had left the house in Romano's care while he helped take care of his life long friend, decided to cheer Prussia up by taking him to see him. They were hoping that if Switzerland told him it wasn't his fault he would start to feel a little better, so the two went to wake the Prussian from his, hopefully, peaceful slumber.

Their fears were put to rest as they creaked his bedroom door open. Prussia was snoozing quietly, a small smile on his face. He had barely smiled like that anymore except for the rare occasions when he was asleep, and even then, because of the endless nightmares, it was morphed into a look of pure terror and agony. "I'll leave breakfast to you, mon ami. I don't want England to set the kitchen on fire again. I will wake up Prussia and get him ready for his surprise." France said, going to the curtains and opening them -a little regretfully, as Prussia had slept very little in the past week- letting light stream into the otherwise dark room. "Si, will do amigo!" Spain said simply and went off to make the morning meal, wondering if leaving his house in Romano's care was a good idea, and if he remembered to polish his battle axes daily without killing himself.

As Spain left the room, Prussia hid his head under the covers, muttering quietly in his sleep. "Fritz, turn zhe light back off. Vest is trying to sleep." Then he rolled over and fell out of bed. He immediately shot upright as he hit the floor with a thud. "I'M UP! ZHE AWESOME ME HAS AVOKEN!" He shouted in surprise, then he looked around and remembered where he was and everything that had happened. He just lay back down on the ground, closed his eyes and cried, not even bothering to wipe away his tears, or even hide them. France went over to him and held him, softly singing an old French lullaby, just like he did when Canada had nightmares as a child. "What?" France asked quietly. He could have sworn that Prussia said something. "Vhat am I doing? Calling myself awesome vhen it's my fault that mein bruder is missing?" He sobbed out. France sighed. "It will all be alright, mon ami. I promise. Right now the entire world is looking for Allemagne, so he will be safe and back with you in no time. I promise." Prussia cried for ten minutes straight, before he finally asked, "Really?" France nodded. "Oui, mon cher. I promise." Then France helped Prussia get ready for the day, and they joined Spain for breakfast. After eating they left for the hospital. They were going to pay Switzerland a visit after all, and maybe get some information about this whole mess.

And boom! I'm not dead, wahahaha! Sorry it's been so long, I've been busy with some real life problems I'm going through right now. Just trying to find my identity and stuff, the usual. But now it's spring break so I might have a bit of time for this now. I'm almost done writing ch.3 and it'll be going to my beta reader soon so I'm expecting it to be up within the next week and a half or so. And don't forget to check out my other stories, R&R, over and out! `^.^ยด