"Vest!" Prussia's voice still echoed in Italy's head. "Schtop it! Did you forget about ze Berlin vall being taken down? Ve're BRUDERS!"
Italy swallowed and continued to stare out the window. It was raining heavily and dark outside. His eyes were heavy and puffy from crying this morning. He sighed and closed his eyes.
Germany took Prussia by the arm, pulling him up from the floor, and pulled him to the cellar. He opened the door and threw Prussia inside, slamming the door closed and locked it. "Zhat vill keep you out of trouble…" Germany opened his pocket on his jacket and put the key inside, closing the pocket flap, again.
Italy opened his eyes. It was a horrible thing to witness. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't talk.
"Italy?" asked a familiar German accent.
Italy slowly turned his head to face Germany. Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks.
Germany's stern face softened when he saw Italy's face. "Oh, Italy," he was moved by his tears. "Vhy are you crying?"
Italy lowered his eyes and turned his head back forward. He glanced outside, again.
"I'm sorry you had to see zhat…" Germany stood next to him, placing his hand on Italy's shoulder.
Italy pushed his hand off his shoulder. His sad face was now full of anger.
"Ita?" Germany asked, lowly. Italy shot a look at him and stared at him with angry, crying eyes. Germany opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. "Italy? Please tell me vhat's going on?"
Italy wanted to shout, 'you!', but he couldn't. He exhaled and stood up and walked away.
Germany sighed, not even turning around to watch Italy leave the room, and instead watched the rain fall. Vhy ist he mad at me?
Italy stood at the cellar door. He hadn't heard a single word from Prussia since this morning. He swallowed, as new tears formed in his eyes. How can Germany do this? He thought. It's cruel…he's still a nation, like us…
Italy's soft, crying, brown eyes turned to angered, rage-filled eyes. His upper lip curled in fury. He pounded on the door, trying to free Prussia, but it was useless. He slid down the cellar door, in despair, and sobbed quietly.
Prussia glanced up at the pounding. He leaned on one arm, pushing himself up. His crimson eyes dripped with tears. He wiped his lower lip, where Germany had drawn blood. He frowned, turning away. He sat up and sat with his back to the door. He pulled his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. He lowered his head into his arms. Prussia began to sob quietly, and he whimpered. He held the bruise Germany had left on his forearm. His upper lip curled up in hatred. He swore revenge.
That night, Prussia waited until the lights under the door went out, and Germany had fallen asleep. He proceeded to try to unlock the door by slipping an unbent clothes hanger between the frame and the door. He gritted his teeth, searching blindly in the dark for the lock. He grinned when he heard the metal of the hanger hit the lock. He glanced around, trying to concentrate on unlocking it. He bit his lower lip gently. He pressed the hanger against the door frame until he made a hook and twisted it into the lock. He felt it click and smirked. The hanger was pulled back in and Prussia hesitated. He slowly opened the door and took a glance around.
Coast was clear. He sighed in relief and was even more relieved to see that Italy had fallen asleep at the dining room table. He smiled as he walked out in confidence. His crimson eyes glowed in the soft light of the overhead light of the stove. He smiled gently as he walked over to Italy. He inhaled as he stopped next to him. Italy stirred and glanced up at him. He smiled, but Prussia quickly slapped his hand over his mouth.
"SCHHHH!" he warned, pulling Italy to stand up. Italy rolled his eyes. He couldn't talk… "Vhat's up vif Vest?" Prussia asked.
Italy glanced down at his hand covering his mouth and Prussia removed it. Italy breathed out in relief, but shook his head. He shrugged.
Prussia stuck out his lower lip in a slight pout. He glanced at Italy, suddenly realizing. "You haven't spoken at all today…Are you sick?"
Italy rolled his eyes, and gestured to his throat. He coughed.
"Your voice?" Prussia asked, raising an eyebrow.
Italy exhaled and nodded.
"Perfect," Prussia grinned. "No one vill hear you scream…."
Italy's eyes grew wide.
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