Why hello thar~ tis me again. Well, I do believe that this chapter finally broke through my last rating so now it's rated M just in case XD, I don't wanna get in trouble that's why. Oh and I'm like getting stuck on this story and having trouble wrapping it up because unfortunately, it's close to the end. BUT I have another idea so don't like die 'kay? Anyway ENJOY~!!!!! 3
Poland's legs were falling asleep by now. His knees were up to his chest and he was hunched over with his phone. For the past half hour he'd been texting just about everyone in his contacts about how big a jerk Russia was being, even Sealand. Right now he was talking to Italy's brother, who had no true reason to be worried about his wellbeing other than it made for good blackmail against Prussia. Poland only wanted to tell the situation to whomever wanted to listen.
-Are you serious? He just showed up out of nowhere?
Ya, like the jerk he is!
-D:
I know, and not only that but I swear he was hitting on me…
-What the hell, Prussia's a perv, did he do anything?
Other than try and kill me and Liet, not really
-What else happened?
Right, Liet told Russia we needed help with a problem so HE comes over and makes things totally worse! Now I'm stck in a frickin' cupboard while Russia's doing God knows what to Gilbert.
-That sucks…-.-' ya
Crap I gotta go, Italy's screaming…
-'kay
Poland dropped the phone and braced the sides of the cupboard in a small attempt at stretching. He sighed and started singing a song in his head.
He leaned over, taking short ragged breaths of air. Ivan had Prussia pinned beneath him. He could feel Gilbert's erratic pulse which was starting to make him smile. "Oh you poor thing," he giggled. "Don't pass out just yet though." Russia dragged his lips over Gilbert's neck. He pulled away futilely. "I know you hate me Prussia,"
"Tch, I hate your damn Communist guts…." he spat back. Russia glared and grabbed his throat.
"You let me finish what I was saying Beilschmit." Prussia gagged and yanked at the hand around his neck, Russia sighed. "I know we hate each other; but, that was another time, the world is changing Gilbert." He sat back and looked away absently. Prussia stared up at the ceiling, he recalled how pointless running had been. Russia wouldn't give up. He still hoped that Feliks would be alright, he did what he could. Prussia yawned silently trying to clear his mind. Russia was trying to tell him something stupid, like his feelings or something, he didn't care. All Prussia wanted to do is go home, he'd had enough of this. Besides, the rush was gone and he was dead tired. "Gilbert are you even listening anymore?" he nodded while Ivan looked cross. He smiled
"You wanna hear something I'll probably never say again Ivan?" he asked absently.
"And what would that be?
"You got really awesome eyes…" Prussia mumbled before falling asleep. Russia looked at him, astonished, and laughed.